3: Chapter 3: The strong never complain about the environment! The weak are weak no matter where they are!

Over the next two months, Wang Bin fully immersed himself in understanding the Cultivation World.

He experienced flying on a sword, a novel and exhilarating feeling; the wind whistled past his ears, as if he had become the freest person in this world, with mountains and rivers rapidly passing beneath his feet, making him yearn even more for Cultivation.

He also witnessed the miraculous nature of Spells; various elements transformed like magic in the hands of Cultivators: the scorching heat of flames, the chilling cold of ice, and those Formations that could instantly change the surrounding environment.

He also began to familiarize himself with and practice the Spells of the Green Wood Sect.

After some time of familiarization, he wanted to test his skills, so he went to the outskirts of the Demon Beast Mountain Range and found a Qi Refining Stage pig Yao Beast to test his results.

However, this test revealed a significant gap between ideal and reality.

The pig Yao Beast was enormous, three meters tall, with brown bristles like steel needles.

Its tusks were half a meter long, gleaming with a cold light.

It stared at him with a wary expression, exhaling a foul odor from its mouth, as if it hadn't brushed its teeth in at least thirty years.

Its eyes were fierce, and its Aura was even more terrifying, as if it was ready to charge and bite at any moment.

Fortunately, Wang Bin was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and there was a significant disparity in strength between him and this pig Yao Beast; otherwise, he would have truly been in deep trouble this time.

Although he had the Cultivation of a Foundation Establishment Stage, he had, after all, Transmigrated from modern society; his theoretical knowledge might have been passable, but once he truly engaged in combat,

he became flustered, casting various Spells haphazardly, completely lacking the composure he displayed during his usual practice.

Thankfully, the strength gap between Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining was considerable, and he could still fly on his sword, so he managed to get through it with no major mishaps.

During these two months, Wang Bin also gained a detailed understanding of White Cloud City, which he was in charge of.

He had two deputies: one named Chen Jun, at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, possessing Four Spiritual Roots, and an Outer Sect Disciple of the Four Seas Commerce League.

Chen Jun was already seventy years old, yet still alone, solely focused on Foundation Establishment.

For so many years, he had been quietly accumulating Spirit Stones, hoping to save enough money to buy a Foundation Establishment Pill and become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Chen Jun had a resolute character, single-mindedly pursuing the Great Dao, and was diligent and responsible in his work; he served as the captain of White Cloud City's guard, diligently responsible for the daily patrols and security of White Cloud City, and had always been relatively reliable.

The other deputy captain was named Huang Youcai, also seventy years old.

His Cultivation was at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, and he possessed Three Spiritual Roots.

Huang Youcai had come to terms with reality, feeling that his chances of Foundation Establishment were hopeless, so he gave up on Cultivation.

Instead, he found seven Mortal wives and had over a dozen children.

In this Cultivation World, for a male Cultivator like him, finding a female Cultivator to be a Dao Companion was incredibly difficult, but finding a Mortal wife was easy.

After all, Cultivators earned Spirit Stones; one Low-Grade Spirit Stone could be exchanged for one hundred taels of gold, which for many Mortals was an enormous sum they could never earn in a lifetime.

Among Huang Youcai's children, there was a five-year-old son who also had Three Spiritual Roots, which gave him a glimmer of hope.

Now, Huang Youcai himself had given up Cultivation and instead focused his energy on accumulating Spirit Stones, hoping to lay a good Foundation for his son's future Cultivation path.

Not only that, but he also worked hard every night, hoping to have more children, just in case he got lucky one day and had a child with Dual Spiritual Roots or even a Heavenly Spiritual Root, which could change their destiny.

If such a day truly came, and his child was noticed and taken as a Disciple by a high-ranking official at the headquarters, he, as the father, might also benefit and receive some rewards, making his own Foundation Establishment not entirely impossible.

The remaining dozen or so members of White Cloud City were Loose Cultivators who had been recruited, and their Cultivation was all in the early to Middle Stage of Qi Refining.

This place was relatively remote, and the Spiritual Qi was comparatively thin, but this was not entirely a bad thing.

The nearby Demon Beast Mountain Range also lacked Spiritual Qi, and the age of its resources and Spiritual Plants was very low, so it was difficult for powerful Yao Beasts to be nurtured there.

For the past few decades, there had been no large-scale conflicts between White Cloud City and the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and overall, it was relatively safe.

After all, most Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beasts already possessed a certain level of intelligence, knew to seek advantages and avoid harm, and would not easily provoke trouble, so both sides coexisted peacefully.

Ten thousand miles away from White Cloud City, there was a West Sea City, which was the largest Cultivation city within a fifty-thousand-mile radius, and also one of the four major cities under the Four Seas Commerce League.

It was said that the headquarters of the Four Seas Commerce League had Soul Transformation Realm mighty figures overseeing it, and its sphere of influence was extremely vast, managing hundreds of millions of miles of land, with over a hundred thousand Cultivators under its command, as for the number of Mortals,

they were too numerous to count; no one specifically tallied them.

As for how many other Schools existed outside the Four Seas Commerce League, Wang Bin was not entirely clear.

He only knew that this place he was in seemed to be called the True Spirit Continent, and with his current humble status as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, how could he be qualified to understand so many things?

Wang Bin also heard that the total sea area of this entire continent was much larger than the land area, and the ocean was completely the domain of Yao Beasts.

In this Cultivation World, the confrontation between Humans and Yao Beasts had never ceased; after all, both sides regarded each other as food, so peaceful coexistence was simply a pipe dream.

Wang Bin had initially joined the Four Seas Commerce League at its branch in West Sea City and was ultimately assigned to White Cloud City.

In reality, Spiritual Qi permeated the air throughout the entire Cultivation World, but the concentration of Spiritual Qi varied in different regions.

Because of this, the grain yield planted by Mortals was very high, so they never had to worry about going hungry, nor were there any natural disasters like droughts or floods.

If a drought occurred, a Cultivator could easily resolve it by casting a simple Spell.

There was also an unwritten rule in the Cultivation World: Cultivators could not arbitrarily kill Mortals.

If a Cultivator dared to violate this rule and commit large-scale killings, they would face the collective condemnation and execution of the entire Human Race.

After all, Mortals were the Foundation for the continuation of the Human Race, and there was no direct conflict of interest between Cultivators and Mortals.

As for who set this rule, too much time had passed, and not many people knew, but Cultivators still abided by this rule.

Wang Bin spent two months understanding these situations fairly well, but he still hadn't found a good way to quickly earn Spirit Stones.

Actually, the fastest way to make money was undoubtedly to directly rob and kill for treasures, plundering those lone Cultivators along the way.

But unfortunately, this method was immediately and unhesitatingly rejected by Wang Bin as soon as it came to mind.

Firstly, most low-level Cultivators were even poorer than him, with nothing much to gain; secondly, he was not accustomed to bullying the weak, and his heart yearned for the feeling of helping the weak against the strong.

As for robbing Cultivators stronger than him, that would be courting death, so it wasn't even worth considering.

Moreover, resource-rich places like Ores, Spiritual Mountains, Spiritual Veins, and Medicinal Gardens all had owners, and with his strength, he simply didn't dare to provoke them.

The prices in West Sea City's shops were exorbitant, and he couldn't afford to buy them, let alone rent them out for income.

Although the Demon Beast Mountain Range might hide many opportunities, the dangers within were also self-evident, and he dared not easily venture into it; he was still quite afraid of death.

The knowledge he had learned before Transmigration was almost useless in this Cultivation World; at least, so far, he hadn't found any practical use for it.

If he had Transmigrated to an ancient feudal Dynasty, then technologies like papermaking, sugar refining, salt production, and gunpowder might have played some role, but now being in the Cultivation World, this knowledge seemed somewhat redundant.

During this time, Wang Bin racked his brains, thinking of many methods, but skills such as playing musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, and composing poetry were even more useless in this Cultivation World.

In the eyes of Cultivators, what they cared about most were treasures that could enhance Cultivation, rare items that extended lifespan, Cultivation Techniques, Spirit Stones, and various miraculous Medicinal Pills, and so on.

Wang Bin naturally yearned for these things as well; during this time, he consulted a large amount of information, trying to find some opportunities within it.

In his opinion, the path of Cultivation, in simple terms, was a process of accumulating resources and comprehending the Great Dao.

Spiritual Root Aptitude was certainly important, but even if one's Aptitude was not good, it was not impossible to achieve a comeback.

Even Cultivators with Five Spiritual Roots, who were considered to have poor Aptitude, had a chance to Breakthrough to higher Realms, as long as they were willing to invest Cultivation resources.

What's more, the Cultivation World also had various miraculous Cultivation Techniques, Medicinal Pills that increased Cultivation, Medicinal Pills that helped Breakthrough Bottlenecks, Formations that aided Cultivation, Spiritual Veins, and those Heaven-Defying treasures that could change one's destiny.

It was just that Wang Bin's status was too low to have access to them yet.

Especially those treasures that could extend lifespan; some Heaven And Earth Treasures could even extend a person's life by several hundred years.

The information he had read these days included records that a Ten-Thousand-Year Vermillion Fruit could extend the life of a Nascent Soul Cultivator by three hundred years, which made him extremely envious.

One day, Wang Bin, having nothing to do, looked up at the sky and found that the sun was exceptionally large today, stinging his eyes. He murmured:

"What a big sun!"

Then, his voice grew louder and louder:

"Haha, why is the sun in this Cultivation World so big!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, laughing heartily, and it took a while before he gradually calmed down.

He couldn't help but wonder, was it because this Cultivation World was too close to the sun? But why didn't he feel hot? He thought and thought but couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, feeling that it had nothing to do with him.

However, at that very moment, many inspirations suddenly flashed through Wang Bin's mind.

Such a large sun, could it be used to generate electricity with solar energy?

But as soon as he thought of this, he paused again. Generate electricity? What was the use of generating electricity?

He fell into deep thought again.

Moreover, he only vaguely remembered the principle of power generation; if he were to actually research it, it would certainly not be possible in a short time.

Even if he did manage to generate electricity, would he install an electric meter in every Cultivator's home and collect electricity fees?

This was clearly unrealistic and would not earn him Spirit Stones; he had to think of a method useful to Cultivators.

Suddenly, another idea struck him: ultimately, solar energy is also a form of energy, and Spirit Stones can also be considered a form of energy. Would there be any Cultivation Techniques practiced by Humans or Yao Beasts that required solar energy?

As soon as he thought of this, he felt his thoughts were a bit chaotic.

However, since solar energy is an energy source, could it replace Spirit Stones to power Formations and flying ships?

After all, flying ships consume a lot of Spirit Stones to fly. With this thought, Wang Bin's eyes immediately lit up.

However, before he could be happy for long, his smile disappeared in less than half an hour.

He realized that while this idea was good, it was simply too difficult to implement.

Firstly, at his current level, he simply couldn't even access flying ships.

Moreover, there were still many technical problems unresolved, and with his current capabilities, such a large-scale project was simply too distant.

He was neither a Formation Master nor an Artifact Refiner; to modify a flying ship according to his idea, he would first have to collect solar energy, convert it into batteries for storage, and then release the electrical energy to power the flying ship, which seemed highly impractical.

Before he Transmigrated, the fuel for airplanes and various large transport equipment was gasoline, and electric vehicles had short battery life and insufficient explosive power.

Did he have to improve these technologies in the Cultivation World? He thought about it and felt that his brain was simply not enough.

Although after becoming a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, his mind was indeed much clearer and smarter than before, completing such a complex task alone was still far from possible.

Thinking of this, he deflated again, sighing helplessly, and muttered to himself:

"Alas! Indeed, the strong never complain about their environment; a weakling is a weakling no matter where they are!"