Chapter 1577: 402: Breeding Ranch, Spirit Breath Crisis (Part 3)

The entire process was efficient and precise, without any waste or unnecessary suffering. In just a short moment, a massive Howling Wind Beast was decomposed into pieces of various grades of meat and materials, then wrapped in a layer of Spiritual Liquid for preservation, and quickly sent to the storage area.

In less than half an hour, five hundred giant beasts had been fully processed.

The bloody scent hadn’t completely dissipated, yet the Little Mage indifferently turned and left the observation deck.

His figure soon appeared in the giant storage area adjacent to the breeding farm.

This space was vast, with numerous shelves neatly arranged and meticulously categorized according to his specifications.

Ensuring that every visit allowed him to quickly collect resources on the shelves, without needing to sort them himself.

The Little Mage’s gaze did not linger on other commodities, and he headed straight towards the food-exclusive warehouse deep within the storage area.

Through an almost transparent energy barrier, the air temperature abruptly cooled.

The recently delivered Howling Wind Beast materials had been categorized and were neatly stacked here.

The tenderloin, glowing with a blue gleam, was cut into standard portions, sealed in transparent Spiritual Liquid preservation wraps.

Plant jars containing Wind Essence Liquid were fixed on specially made energy bases, including processed tendons, skins, and fur were classified here as well.

The Little Mage raised his hand, collecting the ingredients in bulk into his Space Bag.

Then he summoned the Trading House interface.

First, he checked the prices of Howling Wind Beast ingredients listed.

Then, at a fixed price 5% below market rate, he bulk-listed the massive supply.

But he did not choose the timed auction mode to extract more profit because the development of the Spirit Breath Clan and the War Corps urgently needed the support of mall resources.

Time itself is a resource.

If the mountains of materials cannot be quickly converted to flowing sacrificial power to purchase development resources, it remains meaningless.

And rapidly incoming sacrificial power can be immediately invested in the next phase of city defense construction.

For example, it can accelerate the production efficiency of the breeding farm or feed more hatching War Giant Beasts... each step preoperating brings overall benefits far surpassing that 5% price difference.

What he needs is efficiency, making sacrificial power flow like blood through the city’s veins in high-speed circulation.

Only quick output and monetization can be invested into those golden-monster-like projects.

The sooner the accumulation is completed, the sooner the next strategic phase can be launched.

Time advantages bring snowball effects; this is the true maximization of benefits.

Almost the moment the goods were listed, the Challenger Tips sounded like a storm in his deepest mind:

[Challenger Tips: Listed item "Howling Wind Beast Top-grade Tenderloin x383" has been purchased in bulk by players, earning sacrificial power: 392939 points (5% fee deducted).]

[Trading House Tips: Listed item "Pure Wind Core Essence Liquid" x7 has been collectively procured by players, earning sacrificial power: 38293 points (5% fee deducted).]

...

Tips continually echoed in his mind.

The pricing strategy set 5% below market not only attracted Spirit Chef players but also many non-Spirit Chef players to join in the rush.

The massive stock simultaneously listed was also swiftly emptied in the Trading House list at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Vast amounts of sacrificial power surged into his balance column.

In less than 3 minutes, this batch of resources was bought up by locals.

He would only retain a portion of the obtained sacrificial power as a reserve, with the rest entirely consumed.

Summoning the Player Mall interface, he began purchasing development resources within.

Needed items included Pure Energy Stone, Physical Recovery Potion, Spiritual Recovery Potion, Space Expansion Stone, and more.

Especially all types of recovery potions, the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce sells them at exorbitant prices externally.

But as a player, purchasing the lowest-level version only costs him 10 sacrificial power points.

These potions will be allocated to those Spirit Breath Clan craftsmen and engineers conducting high-intensity constructions.

A single potion can quickly alleviate fatigue, allowing them to continue working, dedicating more energy and time to the development of the Spirit Breath Clan.

After completing the procurement, the Little Mage’s figure appeared in the heart of Spirit Breath City’s resource transit area.

Here was a circular plaza, connecting to various significant departments of the city.

Entering the center of the open space, he raised his hand.

In an instant, light surged out.

As if opening a dimensional flood, energy stones, potion bottles... and various other resource materials emerged from thin air, almost stacking into a hill on the empty ground of the transit area in the blink of an eye.

The rich energy fluctuation instantly spread.

With the deployment of these materials completed, his figure blurred again, then disappeared from where he stood.

Almost simultaneously as he left, the Spirit Breath Clan Quartermasters already on standby quickly surrounded the area. Holding registration boards, they began to methodically inventory, categorize these valuable resources.

Subsequently, batches of materials were loaded onto Super Beastbacks, transported to the eagerly awaiting construction sites, laboratories, and War Corps bases.

The entire process was seamless, from procurement to deployment to distribution, operating efficiently throughout.

With the aid of these resources.

The giant beast Spirit Breath City gained ample nourishment again, roaring forward with greater efficiency.

And the figure of the Little Mage appeared in the depths of the Royal Court.

In his private resting area.

Here no luxurious decorations, furnishings were simple to the extreme.

In the center of the room, hovered a three-dimensional dynamic diagram of Spirit Breath City constructed of pure live flesh.

The map interfaced with the nerve network of the entire Spirit Breath Clan, development changes in every corner of the city, energy flows, even personnel and material dispatches were recorded, then displayed synchronously on the map.

He paced to the front of the map and stood still.

His gaze moved across the map, and with a touch of his hand, detailed information from any region presented itself mentally.

Besides the Spirit Beast Breeding Farm, what interested him most now was a Spirit Mine in the city’s northwest.

There, occasionally producing Space Spirit Ore, each piece exchanged by locals for considerable sacrificial power yields.

Currently, it’s the largest source of sacrificial power for the Spirit Breath Clan.

Just as his fingertip was about to point at the blue dot representing the mine, a dark red shadow silently appeared at the door, kneeling on one knee towards him.

The visitor wore a menacing bone armor, the aura dissipating from their body carried a strong taste of blood and fire, this was none other than the War Sacrifice responsible for the Spirit Breath Clan’s external conquests, defense, and exploration.

"Blood King." The War Sacrifice’s voice was low, urgent, and tense:

"Four hundred miles west of the city, on the edge of the Black Miasma Forest area, a thirty-member elite exploration team of our clan encountered an unknown Alien Race, conflict broke out, only three warriors escaped heavily injured through Super Beast Secret Technique, while the rest of the squad perished."

As these words dropped, the previously stable energy field in the resting area abruptly became icy and piercing.

The Little Mage’s finger halted in midair, then slowly retracted.

He turned, peering into the War Sacrifice’s eyes with a sharp gaze, like a sleeping dragon suddenly awakening its eyes.

This was undoubtedly bad news.

If he were still that naïve player struggling in his village, hearing the word "Alien Race," his first thought would undoubtedly be: can they be hunted? If so, he must make a fortune off it.

But at this moment, he is the king of the Spirit Breath Clan.

Carrying the survival of eight million citizens on his shoulders, standing atop this city into which he poured a year and a half of effort, just now entering a fast-track development phase.

The words "Alien Race" instantly tightened his nerves.

This signified a brutal war was about to unfold.

However intense the war might be, he wouldn’t die.

Yet it might extinguish everything he painstakingly operated on, including the just-ignited revival fire of the Spirit Breath Clan, stifling it in its bud.

Dragging the entire Spirit Breath Clan into an abyss of no return.

The acute crisis feeling lingered on the Little Mage’s heart.

His heartbeat unintentionally quickened, but rationality swiftly suppressed his inner anxiety.

He realized, right now, intelligence is most crucial.

One cannot wage war unprepared, nor can one allow the entire Spirit Breath Clan to be passively cornered due to a lack of intelligence.