Watching Jin Ming and the others obediently follow orders.
Xia Jing looked southward and revealed a contented smile.
"My friend, you’ve done a great favor."
It no longer mattered whether Dong He respected him or not.
He had already begun to grasp the basic control of the Military Minister of Agriculture Camp; as long as he didn’t lead them to defeat in battle, it was only a matter of ti before he established his authority.
"Mr. Zhao is truly useful."
"Why didn’t the Xuanjia Army bring him over back then? They even sought Ge Jingsong and Cheng Qingming as interdiaries—a truly foolish move."
Xia Jing felt an imnse regret. If Zhao Xing had joined his Xuanjia Army directly,
there would have been far fewer troubles, and they might have already captured Fire Dragon Pass by now.
...
Three days and then another three days, Zhao Xing and Dong He had led their people to cultivate around the East Sang Volcano for half a month.
By now, it was September 13th. Dong He, who was nurturing Earth Fire Lotuses on the northern side of the volcano, was suddenly awakened from his spellcasting.
"Mr. Dong, co up and rest."
Dong He opened his eyes and saw Xia Jing. "Thank you for your concern, Princely Heir, but I can manage."
Dong He was indeed a workaholic; once he started working, he did so unceasingly, without sleep or rest.
For half a month, he hadn’t left the lava lake, almost rging with the ground.
When tired, he’d snooze briefly; when hungry, he wrapped food for himself, not bothering others to deliver. Whatever the eighth-ranked Ministers of Agriculture ate, he, a sixth-rank, would eat as well.
Aside from his temperant, he was extraordinarily dedicated.
Xia Jing shrugged. "It’s not just my concern, Mr. Dong, but the first batch of Earth Fire Lotuses has begun to be turned into vestnt robes."
"The quantity of the first batch is almost right. If Mr. Dong wishes to continue working so hard, suit yourself."
"However, the Minister of Agriculture Camp personnel should take so rest to prepare for the upcoming grand battle."
Dong He looked at Xia Jing, bewildered. "Wasn’t the first batch of materials supposed to be ten thousand units? We’ve cultivated only three thousand plants these days; we need to leave so as seeds and use the rest as product..."
Mid-sentence, Dong He fell silent.
He observed Xia Jing’s faint smile, his eyes shaken. "Are you saying..."
Xia Jing nodded. "The Divine Might Army has already cultivated fifteen thousand Fifth Order Earth Fire Lotuses."
"Fifteen thousand..." Dong He murmured the number, appearing sowhat dazed. "The number of people in the Divine Might Army capable of nurturing Fifth Order supplies isn’t much greater than ours, aning Zhao Xing’s speed surpassed mine by five tis."
"Mr. Dong needn’t overthink. In any case, the task is temporarily concluded, and you may rest now."
Just then, Jin Ming descended next to Xia Jing. "General, the Minister of Agriculture Nine-Section Camp, the Divine Bamboo Camp, and the Heavenly Thunder Camp have arrived in Zhixiu City. The Tianci Camp is awaiting your command there."
"Mr. Dong, would you like to co out first so we can discuss further? You’ve worked hard." Xia Jing said, "Jin Ming, persuade Mr. Dong as well."
Looking at Dong He, Jin Ming said, "Sir, follow the General’s orders and co out first."
Hearing the word "General" twice, Dong He remained silent for a mont before finally nodding and flying out of the lava lake.
Confronting reality, Dong He chose to accept it, not asking about Zhao Xing, knowing it would rely humiliate himself.
The stubborn Mr. Dong finally lowered his proud head and addressed Xia Jing. "Yes, General."
He understood that starting today, the real power of the Minister of Agriculture Camp had passed into Xia Jing’s hands.
And all this was due to his total defeat in the silent competition with Zhao Xing, losing his authority.
...
"Sizzle~ Sizzle~"
In the northeast corner of Zhixiu City, a large ship was docked. The Ice Crystal Loom radiated a faint chill and rotated continually.
An array of clean hands moved swiftly on the Ice Crystal Loom, crafting fiery red threads from Earth Fire Lotus Leaves into fabric at great speed.
Ice and fire, two elental forces, intertwined within the loom.
Earth Fire Lotuses were intensely fla-attributed; handling them required Cold Ice Power.
The Weaver Huang Canying walked through the weaving workshop, inspecting every step of the process.
At fifty-seven, Huang Canying was still young for a weaver of the formal sixth-rank, maintaining the appearance of soone in their thirties.
Over a hundred weavers were bustling in the Ice Crystal Loom chamber.
She walked through the pronade, descending the stairs at the end.
Reaching the lower deck of the "Weaving Ship."
"Gurgle~ Gurgle~"
Inside were over nine hundred tall vats filled with sticky substances. Nearby, many fiery red lotus leaves, all of fifth-rank quality, were spread out.
After a sweeping glance and finding no issues, Huang Canying proceeded to the third floor of the Weaving Ship.
This level was much quieter, devoid of any chanical noises, with only a few dozen weavers sewing diligently.
This floor functioned as the vestnt robe finishing room.
Huang Canying approached a seventh-rank weaver whose rack held the eighty-ninth vestnt robe.
Casually picking up a piece, she felt and slled it, nodding in satisfaction.
"Yaoyao, your techniques are getting more proficient; it’s not even the end of the day, and you’ve already woven eighty-nine vestnt robes," Huang Canying praised softly.
"Teacher." Tu Yao, hearing the voice, imdiately stopped her work and was about to rise.
"No need to stand, keep at it," Huang Canying lightly patted Tu Yao’s shoulder. "Once the affair in Zhixiu City is settled, I shall comnd your efforts and introduce you to so military leaders. One day you’ll command a Weaving Ship yourself, and you’ll need their acquaintance."
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