The difficulty of transplantation was relatively low.
First, the collected floating algae was kneaded open, and the roots were inserted along the gaps, and finally the soil was filled in.
Although the gourd immortal vine had tens of thousands of roots, Zhang Wei, with the blessing of the national chef's state, used both sharp and soft knife techniques, compressing two hours of work into fifteen minutes. Great Wind Novel Network
"Forced into the devouring state for fifteen minutes! And twice."
"Fortunately, it was static, low-consumption exercise, otherwise even an immortal couldn't bear it!"
Zhang Wei's current weight was about 650 kilograms, and the fat in his body was highly compressed energy. Even so, forcing devouring twice had reduced Zhang Wei by about 80 kilograms.
Muscles, fat, blood sugar, and liver glycogen were all basically consumed.
At this point, Zhang Wei's strength was less than half.
Just as Zhang Wei was about to replenish his energy, a knock on the door suddenly came.
Zhang Wei's consciousness withdrew from the Treasure Hall and he went to the door and said, "What is it?"
"Lord Claude, the venue you ordered has been prepared."
"And the procurement personnel?"
"They have all returned."
"Well, turn the electric net power to maximum, first complete the isolation state, and then we will start the feast."
"My Lord Claude, do we still need your instructions for such a matter? Everything has been done perfectly for you, and now we are just waiting for you to be seated!"
These guards, fearing that Claude would go back on his word, directly brought the food and drinks to the table.
You can't possibly take them down now, can you?
Zhang Wei said, "Since we are celebrating, bring everyone along, gardeners, farmhands, laborers, etc. Bring everyone who is breathing."
"As you command, they have been brought. However, the guards have some complaints about dining with these inferior races."
Since everything was ready, Zhang Wei immediately rushed to the venue.
The banquet could not start yet; Zhang Wei still had some additions to make!
At the venue, there were two distinct groups.
In the core area in front of the main stage, there were large tables and chairs, with red silk tablecloths. Each table was also decorated with vases of various shapes, containing orchids, chrysanthemums, narcissus, lilies...
The guests seated were also tall, superior, and high-ranking individuals.
The outer perimeter was filled with a larger number of inferior races, with low tables, stools, and folding chairs. Not only were there no tablecloths or vases, but even the tableware was worn and broken.
"Racial division... Even within the same ethnic group, there is discrimination."
"In such a social atmosphere, the Cloud Kingdom cannot be united..."
"The Cloud Kingdom will always be a country for the minority!"
The drinks they consumed were also different.
The standard for high-caste individuals was "Qionghua Yin," priced at 150 Belli per liter.
The inferior races drank "Gao Liang Chun," priced at 4 Belli per liter. Although it was something that inferior races could not usually afford, the difference between the two was indeed huge.
But Zhang Wei had bought good wine, so there was not much Gao Liang Chun to distribute.
I don't know which lunatic, actually diluted the wine with water... no, diluted the water with wine!
One jar of wine was diluted with ten jars of water!
Zhang Wei's recipe was directly altered, causing the high-ranking and superior individuals to get drunk, while the more numerous inferior races were completely unaffected.
Zhang Wei was surprised, wondering if these inferior races had such good drinking capacity?
It wasn't until he smelled something wrong in the wine fumes...
After taking a sip, Zhang Wei threw the cup to the ground fiercely! "Damn it, you bunch of assholes! ***!"
The surrounding inferior races did not understand what had happened and all knelt down, begging Zhang Wei for forgiveness.
Zhang Wei took a deep breath and said, "This wine is diluted with water, can't you tell? Answer me!"
"My Lord, we could tell."
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
"With our status, to even slightly taste the flavor of Qionghua Yin was already a great fortune, and we were already content."
The purchasing power of Belli to RMB is 1:50.
Qionghua Yin, priced at 150 Belli per liter, was equivalent to 7500 yuan. The income of inferior races was generally low, with a monthly income of about 90 Belli.
Spending two months' income to taste Qionghua Yin was indeed not very realistic.
Zhang Wei angrily said, "I said, everyone must get drunk today, or no one leaves! I ask you, can you get drunk with this kind of wine?"
"This... there's nothing we can do about it!"
Zhang Wei sighed, "Everyone is born equal, why should there be distinctions of high and low status? At least at this banquet, I hope everyone can have a good time!"
"My Lord..."
Zhang Wei said loudly, "My order is that everyone, everyone must have a good time, and no one leaves until they are drunk! You have openly defied my orders! Now, your punishment is..."
"Each person must drink at least one liter of Qionghua Yin, undiluted Qionghua Yin! Not a single drop less!"
Cheers echoed through the sky!
"Long live Lord Claude!"
"Long live Lord Claude!"
...
Zhang Wei waved his hand, "Stop talking, this is a punishment, so everyone must strictly abide by it!"
Calculating the number of people, Zhang Wei had bought almost all the wine in the city, and there was definitely enough!
Arriving at a high vantage point, Zhang Wei surveyed the entire venue, guarding against any loopholes.
He picked up the Sympathy Grass and recorded what he saw and heard at the venue.
'The Cloud Kingdom's class is solidified...'
'A minority enjoys the vast majority of resources, and inferior races have no human rights...'
'Separation of upper and lower, the country is not united... This is an exploitable point!'
He put away the Sympathy Grass, and the sound of drinking games below grew weaker and weaker...
These drunkards had lost consciousness. As long as they didn't resist, they could enter the right side hall. This was why Zhang Wei had to get them drunk before bringing them in.
He went from table to table, collecting them one by one.
The number of people gradually decreased...
The thousands of people in the entire Mortal Ascension Immortal Palace were all packed into the right side hall.
He rubbed his fists and looked at the hundreds of acres of farmland, a surge of excitement rising within him!
...
Cloud Kingdom, Two Realms Spring.
A group of high-level officials gathered, their faces filled with worry.
"Have the scouts been sent out?"
"The terrain of the Cloud Kingdom is strange, and the scouts are a bit confused. So far, there has been no news."
One person said angrily, "They all say that the Black List's intelligence capabilities are unparalleled in the world, and now the scouts are all under your management, yet no news has come back. Useless, useless!"
Chu Xiang also retorted, rolling her eyes, "Useless? If it were in the hands of you idiots, half of the scouts would probably have lost their heads!"
"Alright, stop arguing."
"The priority now is to find the captives and transfer them immediately."
"Otherwise, if we wander around like headless flies, we will completely miss the opportunity."
A messenger ran in.
"Madam Speaker, the Northern Allied Army of 200,000 has arrived at Lieyang Mountain Tianchi and can enter Two Realms Spring at any time."
Mo Du smiled lightly and took a step back.
"I am just a weak woman. For such military and state affairs, you should ask the elders. What do you say, Representative Chu Xiang?"
Chu Xiang remained silent.
...
After the meeting ended, Mo Du walked out of the venue.
About a quarter of an hour later, Mo Du turned around and said, "Do you still need to follow me for a while?"
"Madam Speaker Xiao Qiao."
In the shadows, Haru's figure emerged.
As a fellow townsman from the City of Progress, Mo Du had lived under Haru's fearsome reputation since childhood and still felt a trace of fear upon seeing him.
However, times had changed. After several special training sessions from Zhang Wei, Mo Du's level was close to thirty. Even West Wind, the president of the Century Collection Association, was only level 35.
At Mo Du's current age, this was already a remarkable achievement.
However, this level of power was naturally not enough to impress Haru.
Haru took out a backpack from behind him and smiled at Mo Du, "Why is this backpack in your room?"
"Mr. Haru of the Black List, please mind your own identity. You are a mercenary, not a thief."
"I think this is my thing!"
"Then why did it appear in my room?"
"Ah, this..."
Haru was speechless for a moment.
He then reacted and said angrily, "This is the question I'm asking you!!"
"Why is this backpack in your hands? Where did you get it?"
"Mr. Haru, I have no obligation to answer your questions. Also, please return the backpack to me. Don't think that we in the Northern Region have no one."
As soon as he finished speaking.
A tall top hat fell from the sky, and a thick, repulsive smell gushed out from the hat, and a tall, handsome man appeared in the smoke.
"Madam Speaker, the Magician is at your service~"
The Magician, one of the Ten Prodigies of the Northern Region.
He wore an opulent, formal suit, a pocket watch, a monocle, a gentleman's cane, and knight's boots... His attire was very refined, more like a nobleman attending a ball.
In fact, the Magician was a fallen nobleman.
"Yo~~~ Fragile little alliance, is it about to collapse~~"
A sweet voice came, filled with decadent temptation.
A dancer wearing a veil walked over from a distance. Her smooth skin, slender waist, and enormous... yet she was covered in light gauze, full of alluring glimpses~
Seventh on the Black List, Qingcheng!
In an instant, the air was filled with gunpowder.