Rise of the Wang Clan: Starting with a Portable Farm

Chapter 193: Spirit Milk

The jade bottle Wang Wenzhu used was a High-Grade First-Order Magical Artifact, and the water wall it produced was formidable on its own. Reinforced by the Ice Seal Talisman, its defensive power exceeded that of a standard High-Grade technique.

The wolf’s wind blades shredded the first two layers of defense and slammed into the ice wall.

CRACK!

Ice splinters exploded outward as chunks of the wall sheared off, but the barrier held. One layer remained intact.

But the Cyan-Brown Wolf was already there. It closed the distance in a blur, raising a massive paw to swat at the obstruction.

BOOM!

The ice wall shattered instantly, exploding into glittering dust.

The wolf snarled, a cruel light in its eyes. It opened its jaws wide, baring rows of dagger-like fangs, and lunged straight for Wang Wenzhu.

The pressure of a Tier 2 Demon Beast was suffocating. Even though Wang Hao had promised to protect them, primal fear took over. The five juniors stumbled back in panic.

Only Wang Wuxiang held his ground.

Though he retreated slightly, he grit his teeth, summoned a defensive artifact, and stepped in front of the others, shielding them with his own body.

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, impressed. A true big brother, even if he’s the youngest by seniority.

At the critical moment, a blue shield materialized in front of the group.

BANG!

The wolf slammed into the Cloud Wave Shield and was knocked back several steps, shaking its head in confusion.

“Training complete,” Wang Hao murmured. He wasted no more time.

His figure blurred as he closed the distance. A streak of azure light flashed past the wolf’s neck.

Thud.

A massive wolf head hit the floor, blood spraying across the cavern.

Wang Hao sheathed his Mother-Child Azure Light Sword with a fluid motion, blowing a stray lock of hair from his face. He held the pose for a second, looking cool.

The five juniors stared at him, jaws on the floor.

“So… so strong…” Wang Wuxiang stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Is this the power of Foundation Establishment?”

They had fought tooth and nail just to scratch the beast, yet Wang Hao had decapitated it with a casual flick of his wrist.

They didn’t realize that their prolonged battle had drained most of the wolf’s demonic power, making the kill far easier for Wang Hao.

“So handsome!” Wang Wenzhu squealed, breaking the silence. “Fifth Brother is amazing!”

Wang Hao chuckled, dropping the pose. Seems I have a fan. “What are you standing around for? Clean up the mess!”

“Yes!”

The group snapped out of their trance and got to work. They harvested the Spirit Gathering Grass and began butchering the carcass.

Wang Hao retrieved a jade bottle and extracted the wolf’s beast soul. This essence would serve as the “CPU” for a Tier 2 puppet—a resource he was always eager to stockpile.

Wang Wenzhu sidled up to him while he worked. “Fifth Brother, can you kill any Tier 2 beast in one move?”

Wang Hao laughed. “Of course not. Early-stage beasts are manageable, but those in the mid and late stages have terrifying physical defense and innate abilities. This wolf died easily for three reasons: First, you drained its energy. Second, it was enraged and dropped its guard. Third, I waited for the perfect moment to strike. Surprise is a weapon.”

The others perked up their ears, absorbing his words as if they were sacred scriptures. To Wang Hao, it was common sense; to them, it was invaluable wisdom.

“Experience is something you have to earn yourself,” Wang Hao added gently. “My path might not work for you. Find your own style. Now, get back to work.”

“Fine,” Wang Wenzhu pouted, reluctantly returning to the carcass.

Moments later, Wang Wenjiang shouted from the back of the cave.

“Fifth Brother! Fifteenth Sister! Come look at this!”

Wang Hao walked over. Wang Wenjiang was crouching beside a small stone basin naturally formed in the rock floor. Unlike the clear pool where the grass grew, the liquid in this basin was milky white.

Wang Hao sniffed the air. The scent of pure, concentrated Spiritual Qi was overwhelming.

He looked up. A single stalactite hung directly above the basin, a half-formed drop of white liquid clinging to its tip.

Wang Hao’s eyes lit up. He dipped a finger into the liquid and tasted it.

Boom.

A surge of pure energy exploded in his body.

He turned to the group, grinning. “You’ve hit the jackpot. This is Spirit Milk. It’s only about five hundred years old, but it’s still a treasure. If this were Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, a single drop could fully restore a Golden Core cultivator’s Qi instantly.”

He estimated the volume. There were about two liters in the basin—over five hundred drops.

“Conservative estimate? Fifty thousand Spirit Stones,” Wang Hao announced. “That’s ten thousand each for you five. Ten times your expected earnings.”

“We’re rich!” Wang Wenzhu cheered. “Fifth Brother, can we use it?”

“It’s gentler than pills and acts faster,” Wang Hao explained. “You don’t need to refine it; the energy absorbs instantly. However, using it for cultivation would be a waste. Even I would waste most of the potency. Keep a small vial as a trump card for emergencies—it could save your life when your Qi runs dry. Trade the rest with the Clan Treasury for resources you actually need.”

He paused, his expression turning serious. “And remember: not a word of this leaves the family. If outsiders find out we have this, people will die for it.”

The group nodded solemnly. They knew the rules. Betraying the clan for profit was unthinkable.

Wang Hao collected seventy percent of the milk into his own storage, leaving the rest for the group. “I’ll take the lion’s share of the milk since I found the cave entrance. You guys split the wolf and the Spirit Grass among yourselves.”

“Fifth Uncle, that’s not right,” Wang Wuxiang hesitated. As the responsible big brother, he wasn’t used to taking charity. “You did the killing.”

“Don’t be silly,” Wang Wenzhu elbowed him, grinning at Wang Hao. “Thank you, Fifth Brother!”

“That’s the spirit,” Wang Hao laughed.

Even with Wang Hao’s cut, each member was walking away with nearly five thousand Spirit Stones worth of loot. A Foundation Establishment Pill cost about thirty thousand contribution points (or forty thousand stones on the black market). This single trip had earned them one-eighth of that sum.

For Qi Refining cultivators, this was life-changing wealth.

Once the loot was packed, Wang Hao looked at their beaming faces.

“Since we’re already here, let’s maximize the trip. You’ve been hunting in this region for years—you must know where other Tier 2 beasts are lairing. Lead the way. I’ll clear them out for you, and you can gain more combat experience.”

The group realized Wang Hao was actively boosting them. The clan had recently lowered the exchange price for Foundation Establishment Pills to ten thousand contribution points. Wang Wenzhu had saved six thousand over the years. With the Spirit Milk and a few more kills, she would have enough.

Three days later.

The group stood at the edge of a dense, ancient forest. The trees here were titanic, their canopies blotting out the sun and plunging the undergrowth into eternal twilight.

What made the forest truly dangerous was the miasma. A thick, greenish fog drifted between the trunks, carrying a scent that made the skin crawl.

Wang Hao stood calmly, unaffected. The five juniors, however, looked pale. They had activated their protective barriers, but the constant drain on their Qi and the oppressive atmosphere were taking a toll.

The forest was teeming with poisonous insects and low-level beasts. Individually weak, their sheer numbers were exhausting.

Wang Hao didn’t lift a finger against these minor threats. If he acted as a nanny, the training would be pointless.

The juniors were finally learning the lesson their elders had always preached: The outside world is hell. If Wang Hao hadn’t been standing there like a pillar of strength, they would have turned back hours ago.