"That’s all for our livestream today. Thank you all for watching. I’ll be signing off now. Ti is tight, and I have a lot to do."
On the official livestream channel, Nerida finished her announcent and promptly disconnected.
In the days that followed, a flurry of activity erupted across both the Immortal and Demonic Paths, with the Demonic Sects at the heart of it all.
When it ca to architectural planning and construction, Elder Lowell of the Bloodfiend Den was the foremost authority. The matter was placed entirely under his charge.
It took him only two nights to draft a complete layout for the Undercity.
He presented the blueprints to Celeste Grant for review. "My Lady," he began, "please take a look. Do these plans need any modifications?"
Celeste Grant didn’t know much about architecture, but one look at the blueprints told her they were nothing short of a masterpiece.
’He’s a master architect whose career was sidetracked by Cultivation. It looks like once this invasion from the Outer Realms Race is over, the Bloodfiend Den might be able to expand its business. The real estate industry seems to have a lot of potential.’
With that thought, Celeste Grant gave him her heartfelt praise.
"Excellent... These blueprints are simply perfect, a truly masterful design. Elder Lowell, you’re a rare talent indeed."
Elder Lowell grew a little flustered. "My Lady, you give too much credit," he said.
Javier Sinclair shook his head slightly. "No, she’s telling the truth."
’The design perfectly utilizes the principles of spatial arrays. It can produce more than ten tis the space with a normal amount of manpower and resources. It’s incredible.’
She returned the blueprints to Elder Lowell, patting his shoulder appreciatively. "Elder Lowell, proceed according to your own vision. You don’t need to consult from now on. You have the final say on what’s required, and you have my full support. If anyone fails to cooperate, have them dealt with. Just tell Nerida whatever you need."
’My Lady holds in such high regard! I have to do a flawless job this ti. Building this Undercity shelter... I’ll not only do it perfectly, I’ll finish ahead of schedule. I can’t betray her trust.’
Thinking this, he placed a hand over his heart and bowed respectfully. "Yes, My Lady! I will do everything in my power to see this done."
As he was about to leave, Celeste Grant raised a hand. "Right, one more thing. Make a copy of the blueprints and send it to the Immortal Sect. Whether they use them is their problem."
’Anyone who isn’t a complete idiot can see how valuable these blueprints are. Only a moron or a natural-born fool wouldn’t use them.’
So Celeste Grant wasn’t the least bit worried they would refuse.
Over the next two months, all the Demonic Sects, centered around the Bloodfiend Den, sprang into action. Their construction progressed rapidly, with personnel mobilized in perfect coordination. Javier Sinclair and Elder Lawson, in particular, spared no expense on the Array formations.
Inside, they installed a Nine-Tier Defense Array that covered the entire Undercity. On the surface, they set up the ultimate Star Array, which combined both offense and defense. Activating these Arrays would be incredibly expensive, capable of burning through tens of thousands of Spirit Stones in monts, but their power was undeniable.
Under the leadership of Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair, the forces of the Demonic Sects, with the Bloodfiend Den at their core, successfully constructed over a dozen Undercities. In contrast, the Immortal Sect’s progress was much slower. It wasn’t for a lack of skill, but a lack of funds.
In a rare show of generosity, Celeste Grant decided to act.
When she learned of the Immortal Sect’s situation, she didn’t want the overall project to be delayed. She imdiately had Damon Grant and his n deliver several batches of the highest-quality materials needed for the Undercity’s construction.
She also sent along a large quantity of Spirit Stones.
’If there was one thing the Demonic Sects didn’t lack, it was money.’
The one in charge of the Undercity construction for the Immortal Sect was none other than Damon Grant’s prospective father-in-law, Elder William Forrest of the Primal Heaven Sect.
Gazing at the mountain of Spirit Stones and top-tier materials piled high in his storage space, William Forrest couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. As the saying goes, even the cleverest housewife can’t cook without rice. Even a top-tier Array master needed premium components, or his skills were useless. They truly needed these supplies.
Standing before William Forrest, Damon Grant relayed Celeste Grant’s ssage first. "Father-in-law, My Lady says all the Arrays must be built with the best materials. Don’t try to cut corners and save money, or you’ll just end up holding us all back."
’The Demonic Sects’ words were sharp enough to kill, but the aid they provided was substantial. These were special tis; he couldn’t afford to let pride get in the way of resources.’
Hearing this, William Forrest raised his eyes and glared at him. "Rest assured. This concerns the very survival of the Cultivation World. I would not joke about such a matter."
Among the cultivators of the Immortal Sect, William Forrest was known for being one of the most disciplined.
"Well, I’ve passed on My Lady’s ssage," Damon Grant said, scratching his head. "Oh, and Father-in-law, since your side is still a bit behind schedule, I brought a few thousand of my brothers to help. Whatever you need, just give the word."
He was playing the part of the simple, honest worker to a T.
This ti, William Forrest didn’t refuse. He just waved a dismissive hand.
"Go carry rocks."
"Alright, Father-in-law, I’m on it."
’Heh, it’s not every day Father-in-law is in a decent mood. I’ll take it.’
Damon Grant turned to his n. "Alright, brothers, let’s get to work!"
The Demon Cultivators nodded in unison. "Yes, Hall Master!"
After Damon left, Rowan Forrest tugged on her father’s hand. "Dad, does this an you approve of our marriage?"
William Forrest said, "Don’t get ahead of yourself. This is completely separate."
Rowan Forrest pouted. "Dad, you’re just too stubborn! Aside from being a Demon Cultivator, Brother Rook is a wonderful person. For years, he’s been so respectful to you, never fighting back or talking back no matter what you say or do. He’s so obedient! Why can’t you just agree? In any case, I’ve made up my mind. I’m not marrying anyone else."
"You’ve got so nerve," William Forrest said, poking her on the forehead. "Look at you, already taking an outsider’s side. What’s so great about that giant lout, anyway? He’s dark-skinned and rough, not to ntion huge... and frankly, he looks like an idiot." ’How did I, William Forrest, the esteed Array elder of the Primal Heaven Sect, raise such a disappointing daughter?’
’It was no wonder he felt Damon Grant wasn’t good enough for his daughter. Aside from his large fra, the man’s looks were completely ordinary.’
’He couldn’t understand why his daughter was so taken with that type of man. They didn’t even look right together. Every ti William saw them side-by-side, it was an assault on his eyes. It was pure spiritual damage.’
Rowan Forrest retorted, "That’s not true! Dad, Brother Rook is a classic case of still waters running deep."
William Forrest said, "Is that so? I haven’t noticed."
Rowan Forrest said, "Dad, Brother Rook is actually an amazing catch! His Cultivation is impressive—he’s already a Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. He’s handso, has a great physique, and most importantly, he’s tall and strong. He’s the perfect choice for my Taoist Companion!"
’His high Cultivation was a fact, but handso? Was she serious?’ William Forrest sighed. ’His daughter must have a very strange definition of the word ’handso’.’
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