After Wu Ling finished speaking, he casually clapped his hands. In an instant, countless arrays appeared on the ground, on the walls of the buildings, on the great trees in the courtyard, and even in the sky above.
"Welcome to my Workshop."
"This place has thirty layers of all-directional bounded fields, enough to withstand a Spirit Daoist's full-force attack for ten minutes."
"There are three mid-grade Spirit Power Furnaces and six low-grade Spirit Power Furnaces, for a total output equal to three ordinary level-sixty Spirit Daoists."
"There are also Beast-Bone Soldiers. Originally, only dragonkind could create something like them, but after my modifications, they can be made from the corpses of any Soul Beast."
"Using hundred-year Soul Beast corpses plus my Reinforcement Magecraft, I can create fifty Spirit Adept-level Beast-Bone Soldiers. With thousand-year Soul Beasts, I can make ten Spirit Meister-level Beast-Bone Soldiers. With ten-thousand-year Soul Beast corpses, I have made three Spirit Daoist-level Beast-Bone Soldiers."
"Aside from those, there are countless traps. I have even processed certain corridors into otherworlded spaces. With my current ability, I cannot open spatial turbulence, but interfering with communication and making people lose their way inside is still possible."
"Finally, there is my own strength. Inside the Workshop, I can instantly deploy Spirit Leader-level attack and defensive arrays. With three seconds of preparation, I can use Spirit Daoist-level ones. And with the supply from the Spirit Power Furnaces, I do not need to fear consumption."
"So as long as I am in this Workshop, I can state this clearly: below Spirit King, I am invincible. Against a Spirit King or above, I can at least trade one for one."
"And all of this was created by a small Spirit Elite like me... or rather, by my clone."
To claim invincibility below Spirit King while only standing as a Spirit Elite. What arrogance. But if it was true, then it was not arrogance. It was confidence.
Bibi Dong, Lucius Cross, and the others were all Titled Sages. They did not even need to test it. One sweep of their senses confirmed that everything Wu Ling said was true. In fact, he had been somewhat modest.
Even Golden Crocodile Sage, proud as he was, could not calm down for a long time after seeing the arrays and Beast-Bone Soldiers around Wu Ling.
Under Wu Ling's guidance, they toured the entire Workshop and personally felt those attacks and defenses that were insignificant to them in power but shocking in meaning.
As for saying something like, This Workshop can only resist people below Spirit King, and it only lets you act like a local tyrant in a small place, what value does that have? Not one of them even thought that.
Compared to the Workshop's present combat ability, its meaning was far more important. It meant the stories Wu Ling had told were true.
From the terms Wu Ling used and their own vision, they could also tell that this Workshop's potential did not stop here.
By the time Bibi Dong's group finished the tour and returned to the conference room, their expressions still slipped into brief dazes now and then. That included Bibi Dong herself. Yesterday afternoon, Wu Ling had only told her that he had a way to convince everyone. He had not said it would be this shocking.
Even so, the fifteen people were Titled Sages. Their mental steadiness was far beyond ordinary. After a short while, they regained their calm. From that moment on, the way they looked at Wu Ling had completely changed.
Wu Ling understood that he had now drawn everyone's full attention. One of his goals had already been achieved.
"Elders, after seeing my Workshop, I believe you now trust my words. So I now have an important proposal: we should publicize a cultivation method."
Everyone's expression changed the moment they heard that. Each of the three cultivation methods was enough to serve as a clan's secret inheritance. Making them public was impossible. Even if Wu Ling had written them, it was still unacceptable.
But before they could question him, Wu Ling's tone shifted.
"Of course, I do not mean those three. I mean this one."
As he spoke, Wu Ling took out fifteen copies of a booklet marked Incomplete and passed them around while explaining.
"Spirit Masters cultivating Spirit Power can broadly be divided into two steps. First, drawing Spirit Power from the atmosphere. Second, absorbing that Spirit Power."
"This method was created by modifying the low-grade cultivation method. It can only draw in ten percent more Spirit Power, but it cannot absorb that extra portion directly."
"Even though drawing in more Spirit Power raises the density around the body, it only improves efficiency by about one to three percent. It still cannot compare to even the low-grade method."
"As for the three complete cultivation methods, my idea is this: the high-grade method can only be studied by Titled Sage-level Elders. The middle-grade method can be given to loyal Spirit Kings and Spirit Emperors. The low-grade method can be given to Spirit Leaders and Spirit Daoists, or to the elites of our Spirit Hall Academy."
"Of course, if enough people study the low-grade method, it may leak. But so what? As long as the highest-grade method does not leak, the advantage will always remain with us. Besides, I prepared this for the Elders."
Wu Ling then took out fifteen bottles of potion and placed one before each Elder.
"These are cultivation potions I developed. They are also divided into low, middle, and high grades. Since I know Teacher's Martial Soul and the Martial Souls of the Elders, these are all high-grade potions. After drinking one, cultivation efficiency will increase by thirty percent for half a month."
"Because I do not know the Martial Souls of the Grand Elders, I only made middle-grade potions for you. Their effect is a twenty percent increase in cultivation efficiency for the same duration."
Seeing Wu Ling bring out another miraculous item, the Elders who had not drunk one before opened their bottles and took a shallow taste. Sensing the Spirit Power inside them circulate noticeably faster, their eyes lit up like lamps.
At that moment, the way they looked at Wu Ling changed again. They looked as if they wanted to tie him up, lock him in a dark room, and refuse him food unless he produced three bottles of potion a day.
"Ahem."
Lucius Cross's light cough instantly caused everyone to break into cold sweat and extinguish that thought. Then they all began thinking about how to build a good relationship with Wu Ling.
I have a good medicinal herb at home...
I still have a jar of excellent wine at home...
I also have a very good granddaughter at home...
As for the people who had been faintly dissatisfied with Wu Ling's unauthorized distribution plan, they all changed their minds at once. What an excellent distribution. Such a good child must have his reasons.
Throughout that time, whether facing gazes that seemed ready to devour him or the silence afterward, Wu Ling maintained a quiet smile.
Not even Lucius Cross could tell whether Wu Ling had unintentionally given third-grade potions to the Elders and second-grade potions to the Grand Elders, or whether he had done it deliberately.
Either way, the direction of this meeting seemed to have remained in Wu Ling's hands from start to finish.
The meeting ended, but Wu Ling's influence continued to ferment. Because of the cultivation method, the overwhelming majority of Spirit Masters learned the name of Wu Ling, disciple of Spirit Hall's current Pope, almost overnight.