Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Cultivating a third-level spiritual vein is no small feat. Not only does it require over 10 million spirit stones, but it also demands a third-level spirit formation.

Luis estimated it would take about a month to set up the third-level soul-infusing formation. Once established, it would likely take another six months for the spiritual vein to be fully promoted to the third level.

Of course, Luis had no intention of simply sitting idle during that time.

It wasn't just the 100,000 Qi Refining monks and 1,000 Foundation Establishment cultivators who had arrived on Redwood Island—there was also the massive influx of mortals who accompanied them.

Among the cultivators, some belonged to prominent families, while others were independent practitioners. Regardless of their origins, each group came with a considerable number of mortal followers.

Luis estimated that the total number of mortals relocating to Redwood Island would easily exceed tens of millions. Managing such a vast immigration project would be an enormous undertaking.

Still, it was a necessary step.

Guang'an Prefecture was under constant threat from the zombie tide on Lotus Island. Ordinary Qi Refining families and independent cultivators no longer dared to spread out across the islands as they once did.

The disastrous fate of the Zhao family served as a grim warning to all. No cultivator, regardless of confidence in their family or individual strength, would dare to claim they were stronger than the Zhao family had been.

For now, safety lay in unity.

This need for protection also explained why many had initially opposed Luis' appointment as the commander of the Western Defense Zone. They weren't looking for a commander who matched their cultivation level or was weaker than them—they wanted a strong leader who could ensure their safety.

Luis understood this dynamic.

As Redwood Island developed and the Western Defense Zone stationed its forces, it was inevitable that more monks and mortals would migrate to the island. This was especially true for those living west of Guang'an Prefecture.

The Western Defense Zone wasn't just a strategic military outpost anymore; it was becoming a refuge, a hub where people sought safety and a chance to rebuild.

Settling in Zhou Main City or Lingzhou Immortal City also requires careful consideration of location.

Currently, Guang'an Prefecture is in chaos, and everyone is desperately searching for a safe haven. The first choice for many is undoubtedly the Zhou family's Lingbei Island.

However, with Guang'an Prefecture's population exceeding hundreds of millions, Lingbei Island alone simply cannot accommodate everyone.

The issue isn't a lack of physical space for housing. In fact, Lingbei Island and its surrounding areas could easily provide enough land to house hundreds of millions of people.

The real problem lies in supporting such a vast population.

Unlike monks, mortals cannot survive on spiritual energy or extended fasting. They need food and water to live, and the sheer amount of resources required to feed hundreds of millions of mortals daily is staggering.

Large-scale farming would be necessary to sustain such a population.

This makes it unrealistic for the Zhou family—or any faction—to gather all mortals on just a few islands. Even with the development of Redwood Island, Luis understood that relying on one island to support tens of millions of people was impractical.

Instead, Luis planned to use Redwood Island as a central hub while developing the surrounding islands as agricultural zones to produce food for the mortals.

This was the only feasible solution to support a large population.

For now, food supplies could still be imported, and the situation was relatively stable. However, Luis knew that when the zombie chaos intensified or God Killer Shen Jue made his next move, the entire Guang'an Prefecture would descend into turmoil.

Having a reliable and self-sustaining food base would be critical.

Without a secure food supply, mortals would face starvation, and the cultivation community would inevitably collapse. Luis was keenly aware of this fundamental truth.

Redwood Island

At a simple port on Redwood Island, several cargo ships belonging to the Hartmann family had docked.

From one of the ships, a white-haired old man stepped onto the shore.

"Biggs, take it slow," Luis called out with a warm smile, his voice carrying a hint of fondness.

"Thank you, Boss," Biggs replied, smiling back before raising his head to take in the view of the fiery-red island before him.

"Boss, is this the island you were talking about?"

"That's right," Luis said with a nod. After a moment of thought, he added, "Biggs, let me show you the full picture of Redwood Island."

With a wave of his sleeve, a gentle breeze enveloped them both. Slowly, Luis and Biggs began to rise into the air.

For over an hour, Luis guided Biggs through a sweeping survey of Redwood Island's terrain, giving him a comprehensive view of its layout and potential.

After surveying the entirety of Redwood Island, Biggs nodded thoughtfully.

"Young Patriarch, this island is primarily plains with abundant trees, freshwater lakes, and rivers. It's an excellent location for building a coastal city," Biggs said. He paused, then added, "Compared to Hartmann Island, the location here is far better."

Luis, already aware of Redwood Island's potential, nodded confidently.

"Do you think we'll face any problems building the city?" he asked.

Biggs scanned the landscape around them before responding. "If we rely solely on mortals, it would take at least ten years, possibly several decades, to complete a city of any significant size."
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Luis anticipated this. "I understand that using mortals as the main labor force would take a long time. But what if we utilize cultivators to assist in the construction?"

"Those new cultivators?" Biggs raised a skeptical brow.

When his gaze met Luis's determined eyes, all doubt faded.

To Biggs, there was no challenge too great for Luis.

The Hartmann family had risen from their beginnings in the Fantasy World to their foothold in the Cultivation World. Their rapid expansion, particularly the development of Hartmann Island, was nothing short of remarkable. None of it would have been possible without Luis's guidance.

Today, the Hartmann family stood as the most powerful family within a radius of ten thousand miles—a true testament to their success.

Their current challenge wasn't production capacity but finding enough markets to absorb the overwhelming output of their industrialization efforts.

Biggs knew that once the scale of their industrialization expanded further, the productivity it unleashed would be exponential.

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Redwood Island – Temporary Headquarters of the Western Defense Zone

Inside the newly constructed palace serving as the command center, a commotion broke out.

"What? You want us to help mortals build a city?"

A Foundation-Building monk in a green Taoist robe stood abruptly, disbelief written across his face.

His outburst drew the attention of everyone in the room.

"Commander," he continued, addressing Luis with an indignant tone, "please forgive my bluntness, but we are stationed here to defend against the zombie tide from Lotus Island—not to build a city for mortals!"

The monk's expression made it clear he considered the task beneath him, as though the idea of assisting mortals in construction was a grave insult.

The other monks in the room exchanged glances, their faces showing similar indifference.

In their world, the divide between monks and mortals was vast. Mortals were expected to revere monks, not the other way around. The notion of monks, the powerful cultivators of their time, engaging in menial labor for mortals was unheard of.

Ever since cultivators had helped humanity rise to dominance, they had always stood above the common people. To many monks, it was simply the natural order of things.

Ordinary mortals could be killed or punished at will in most places.

In the Ten Thousand Star Sea, however, the situation was slightly better.

Thanks to the decrees of the Qianyuan Sword Sect, mortals were granted basic protection under the law. Even slaves were safeguarded against arbitrary killing, as such acts were strictly forbidden.

But when Luis ordered the cultivators to help build houses and cities for mortals, it was met with resistance.

To the cultivators, this demand was deeply unsettling—almost offensive.

It was akin to asking a high-ranking official to work as a common laborer at a construction site.

Their pride as members of the ruling class clashed with the notion of performing tasks they deemed beneath them.

The cultivators' discomfort was palpable, but they dared not openly defy Luis. He was not only their direct superior but also a figure of great respect among those at their level of cultivation.

Had anyone else issued such an order, they might have drawn their swords in protest.

Luis observed the reactions around the room.

Even Zhou Mucheng and Zhou Siliang, usually loyal and level-headed, wore visible frowns. His command seemed to have pushed the boundaries of what the cultivators considered acceptable.

But Luis had no intention of yielding.

Fixing his gaze on the middle-aged monk in the green Taoist robe, Luis spoke coldly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're a member of the Wei family, correct?"

The monk straightened under the scrutiny, bowing respectfully.

"Yes, Your Excellency Commander. I am from the Wei family."

Despite his earlier indignation, the monk still held genuine admiration for Luis. It was evident in his respectful tone and demeanor.