32: Chapter 32 50 Million Yuan Special Military Fund

The main hall remained silent for quite a while; everyone's gaze was fixed on that Heavy Immortal-Martial Legion.

Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter resonating so powerfully that the spiritual lamps in the hall swayed in response.

"Good, what a magnificent Xianwu Meat Grinder Array!"

As soon as this Tier 4 Deity ancestor spoke, all the elders immediately straightened up.

Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue pointed at the military formation in the projection, his eyes full of admiration.

"The hardest part of Immortal-Martial Dual Cultivation isn't practicing both sides, but truly merging them together."

"Many people claim to dual cultivate, but in the end, the Cultivation Citizens fight their own battles, and the Martial Dao Citizens fight theirs; once the battlefield becomes chaotic, they each fight on their own."

"Wang Pingan's formation has connected the shield walls, blade energy, blood qi, and spiritual energy all together. He has successfully paved this path."

Several military affairs elders nodded repeatedly as they listened.

They understood the intricacies of it.

The most terrifying aspect of this legion wasn't just its good equipment or high cultivation levels.

What was truly rare was that the two civilization systems did not hinder each other, but instead achieved a fusion of combat formations.

Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue looked around the room: "Within the Wang Clan over the past hundred years, there have been many descendants who chose the Immortal Martial mass-production path, but none of them could achieve this at the newcomer stage."

This statement carried too much weight.

Wang Mingshou's face immediately flushed hot.

Just a moment ago, he had judged that Wang Pingan might have burned through his foundation by spending money, but now Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue had delivered the final verdict: this was a military talent rarely seen in a hundred years.

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe watched Wang Pingan, his gaze filled with intense approval.

"Pingan, you have used your resources very ruthlessly, and very accurately, during this period."

Wang Pingan cupped his hands in response: "Clan Leader gave me the opportunity, and Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue gave me the confidence; I dare not waste it."

Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue waved his hand.

"Don't say pretty words. Anyone can burn through resources; only being able to produce results counts as genuine skill."

These words were very blunt, but they made Wang Pingan feel more at ease.

Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue looked at the elders who had questioned him earlier.

"Does anyone still think he is just putting on a strong front?"

No one in the main hall made a sound.

Wang Mingshou's facial muscles twitched, and finally, he stood up and cupped his hands toward Wang Pingan.

"Pingan, my words earlier were too harsh."

Wang Pingan nodded slightly, waiting for what came next.

Wang Mingshou's expression was unnatural, but he still spoke frankly: "I was worried that the clan's resources would be wasted, and I was also concerned that Immortal-Martial Dual Cultivation would drag down your Nova Assessment. Now it seems that I underestimated you."

After these words were spoken, the other elders who had voiced their doubts could no longer sit still.

"Pingan, our judgment was mistaken."

"If this legion is considered 'putting on a strong front,' then no one can be called strong at the newcomer stage."

"Although the consumption of Immortal-Martial Dual Cultivation is high, if you can turn that consumption into combat power, then it is the right path."

Only then did Wang Pingan cup his hands to return the gesture.

"I understand that you elders were considering the clan's interests."

He did not kick them while they were down.

But after this sentence was spoken, Wang Mingshou and the others felt even more uncomfortable.

Because they knew that their earlier doubts had been completely refuted by the scene in the projection.

Wang Jincheng stood in the corner, his fingers slowly relaxing.

He had not spoken the entire time.

He could no longer say anything.

During the weekly assessment, he could still tell himself that he was just unprepared.

After the inter-school exchange battle, he could still tell himself that Gu Jianbai's route had been countered.

But now, with two thousand Heavy Immortal-Martial Legions placed before his eyes, he couldn't even find a reason for self-consolation.

No matter how powerful the burst of the lightning-type legion was, it required distance, casting rhythm, and a front line to hold the enemy.

Wang Pingan's Xianwu Meat Grinder Array crushed all of these things.

Wang Jincheng could even imagine the scene of his own citizens being pushed back by the shield wall, sliced open by blade energy, and surrounded and killed by small formations.

That wasn't just a gap.

That was currently unwinnable.

Wang Jincheng lowered his head, his chest feeling tight.

The jealousy was still there.

The unwillingness to accept defeat was also still there.

But what weighed heavier was a sense of powerlessness.

Wang Pingan noticed Wang Jincheng's reaction but did not go to provoke him.

Intra-clan competition was fine, but before the Nova Assessment, the real enemy was not Wang Jincheng.

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe tapped the armrest, and the main hall became quiet again.

"Since the result is clear, let us proceed to the resource allocation."

The gazes of the forty-three elders immediately focused.

This was the most critical part of the day.

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe turned his gaze to Wang Qingyan.

"Qingyan, the clan will add 10 million Source Power Points for you, and give you one C-grade Spirit Field Stabilization Card to continue expanding the production capacity of healing spirit herbs."

Wang Qingyan immediately bowed.

"Thank you, Clan Leader."

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe looked at Wang Jincheng again.

"Jincheng, the clan will add 25 million Source Power Points for you, and give you another D-grade Lightning Armor Technique Inheritance Card to make up for the defensive shortcomings of your lightning-type citizens."

Wang Jincheng looked up, his eyes recovering some spirit.

He stepped forward and bowed.

"Thank you, Clan Leader. Jincheng will definitely make a name for the Wang Clan in the Nova Assessment."

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe nodded without saying much.

Afterward, he looked at Wang Pingan.

Everyone knew that the real big one was coming.

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe's voice deepened: "Wang Pingan."

Wang Pingan stepped forward.

"Here."

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe set the tone: "You have proven that the pure Combat Path of Immortal-Martial Dual Cultivation can be successfully walked in your hands."

"The Nova Assessment concerns the face of the Wang Clan, and it also concerns the subsequent allocation of Federal resources."

"The clan cannot let you stop the legion's upgrades in the final ten days due to insufficient funds."

As soon as this sentence came out, several elders' expressions changed slightly.

They had already understood what the Clan Leader meant.

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe raised his hand, and a golden crystal card flew out from his storage space, hovering in front of Wang Pingan.

"The clan will add 50 million Source Power Points for you as special military funds."

An irrepressible sound of gasping echoed throughout the main hall.

50 million!

And it was special military funds!

This was no longer just an additional subsidy for an ordinary first-class genius.

This represented the clan betting on Wang Pingan as the main figurehead for the Nova Assessment.

Wang Mingshou did not object this time.

He looked at that Heavy Immortal-Martial Legion in the projection and knew in his heart that throwing this money down was indeed the easiest way to get results.

Wang Jincheng's breathing stalled slightly.

He had just received 25 million and should have been happy.

But Wang Pingan immediately received 50 million, and the gap was placed directly in front of everyone.

The halo of being a direct descendant of the main line was, at this moment, crushed until it was dim and lusterless.

Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue's tone turned serious: "This 50 million is not for you to buy a show, nor is it for you to stack up flashy decorations."

"You must turn it into blades, into shields, and into the legion combat power capable of smashing the opponents' Divine Kingdom projections in the Nova Assessment."

Wang Pingan reached out and caught the golden crystal card, his heart beating fast.

50 million Source Power Points; it came just in time.

His remaining liquid funds had bottomed out, and his logistics orders could only maintain basic operations.

Now that he had this money, he could continue to upgrade the legion in the final ten days.

The cold weapons were already tough enough.

The next step was to supplement with heavy firepower and mobile units.

Wang Pingan suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and bowed to Clan Leader Wang Tianhe and Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue.

"Pingan understands. These special military funds will only be used for the legion's upgrades."

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good."

Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue cautioned: "In the Nova Assessment, geniuses from the seventeen inhabited planets of the Xuanyuan Star Region will all appear."

"Just because you can suppress the students of Tianhai City today does not mean you can suppress the entire star region."

"Do not underestimate the enemy."

Wang Pingan responded with a serious expression: "I will not underestimate any opponent."

This was the truth.

An A-grade Sword Dao genius like Gu Jianbai was considered strong in Tianhai City, but when placed in the entire Xuanyuan Star Region, he might not rank in the forefront.

The Lin family, other planetary powerhouses, and the Federation's key training targets would all make appearances in the Nova Assessment.

His current two thousand Heavy Immortal-Martial Legion was very strong, but it still wasn't safe enough.

Clan Leader Wang Tianhe made the final decision: "The meeting ends here. Each branch shall execute according to the allocation; no one is allowed to delay."

The elders responded in unison.

After the meeting ended, Wang Qingyan walked a few steps closer and spoke softly: "Congratulations. 50 million in special military funds; the clan is really betting on you this time."

Wang Pingan turned his head and instructed: "Your spirit herb production capacity also needs to keep up. I will continue to increase the volume of healing medicine and mental soothing potions later."

Wang Qingyan nodded.

"I know; I will expand the fields."

Zhao Yang was not here; otherwise, if he heard '50 million,' he would probably be shouting about hugging a thick thigh on the spot.

Wang Jincheng paused as he passed by, his gaze complex: "In the Nova Assessment, I will do my best to catch up."

Wang Pingan met his gaze.

"Then don't stop."

Wang Jincheng did not say anything more and turned to leave the main hall.

This time, he didn't make any harsh threats, nor did he probe.

He knew in his heart that saying anything now was meaningless.

Wang Pingan put away the golden crystal card, bowed again to Clan Leader Wang Tianhe and Third Ancestor Wang Xuanyue, and then left.

He did not stay in the ancestral grounds for long, nor did he accept any private conversations with any elders.

Time was too tight.

Ten days in the outside world meant twenty years in his Divine Kingdom.

In these twenty years, he had to squeeze out the maximum value.

Wang Tie's flying car was already waiting outside.

Wang Pingan sat in the back row and gave the order directly: "Back to the manor, to the secret room."

Wang Tie ignited and started the flying car.

The silver flying car streaked across the sky above the ancestral grounds, speeding toward the main branch manor.

Wang Pingan sat in the back row, opened his wristwatch, and the interface of the Federal Mall's military hardware section lit up.

50 million in special military funds lay in his account.

He quickly prioritized several directions in his mind.

The Heavy Immortal-Martial Legion lacked long-range heavy firepower.

The Xianwu Meat Grinder Array had strong advancement capabilities, but when facing large-scale insect swarms, fortress positions, or long-range spell formations, relying solely on blades and shields would be a disadvantage.

At the same time, the legion lacked mobile units.

Once the enemy pulled, dispersed, or used guerrilla tactics, no matter how tough the Heavy Infantry were, they would be slowed down.

Therefore, in the last ten days, he had to supplement with two things.

Psionic Heavy Cannon.

Heavy Cavalry.

After the flying car returned to the manor, Wang Pingan did not return to the main hall, nor did he go to see his parents.

He went directly into the closed-door cultivation secret room and activated the protective formation.

The stone door closed, and all outside sounds were completely cut off.

Wang Pingan sat on the meditation cushion and opened the Federal Mall's military hardware section.

He stared at the 50 million Source Power Points that had just arrived in his account, his gaze burning.

"In the final ten days, arm the army to the limit."