Chapter 119: Mountain Encapsulation Construction

From now on, Yang Wenhao still needed to prepare seriously for the high school entrance exam. Although his memory was extraordinary, no matter how good it was, it was useless without reviewing.

In the following days, Yang Wenhao paid close attention in class, did some practice exercises at school, and read books when he could. There was no need to worry about cultivation; the spiritual energy on Earth was negligible.

Yang Wenhao refined a few decades-old spirit herbs almost daily. With the help of the Spirit Gathering Formation, his cultivation progressed steadily, reaching the fourth layer of Foundation Establishment.

Every few days, he would visit the villa to find those people eager and ready for action. Their daily routine mainly consisted of real-person PK battles, and aside from that and their other lives, there wasn’t much else going on.

Thinking this over, Yang Wenhao felt it was time to give them something to do. So, he boldly asked Leng Ruoran for two days off.

When Yang Wenhao approached Leng Ruoran at school, she initially smiled, but her expression instantly turned cold when he mentioned taking leave. Nevertheless, Yang Wenhao managed to get the leave on the condition that he would never ask for leave again.

Yang Wenhao shrugged, indifferent—he probably wouldn’t be asking for leave anymore anyway.

He then took Zhang Dawei and Li Qiuming to find Su Weihua.

Upon meeting Su Weihua, Yang Wenhao explained his intention to buy a piece of land in the countryside. Su Weihua didn’t understand what Yang Wenhao wanted to do, only thinking he had more money than he knew what to do with.

After a quick phone call, they soon found a rural village.

Looking at the elderly man with hair white as frost before him, Yang Wenhao asked, “Are you the village chief here?”

“Mm,” the old man nodded. The village had already been informed before Yang Wenhao’s arrival.

For people living in such remote and rugged mountains, having someone come to buy land was a rare event.

Yang Wenhao had told Su Weihua that he wanted a sparsely populated area, the more desolate, the better.

The old man, already in his seventies or eighties, was still keen at reading people.

As they got out of the car, he had already noticed that Yang Wenhao was the leader of the group, with the other two seemingly his subordinates.

The old man took Yang Wenhao on a tour up the mountain.

“There used to be many adventurers coming here; it was considered a dangerous place,” the old man explained as they walked.

Zhang Dawei and Li Qiuming looked on with curiosity.

This area was truly sparsely populated. The trees were thick and tall, evidently never cut down, and there were large patches of bamboo forest.

Yang Wenhao breathed lightly, feeling the fresh air and sensing that the spiritual energy here was much richer than in the city, though the difference was still moderate.

After the mountain tour, they returned to the village chief’s home for a meal.

“Village chief, does this mountain have any special features?” Yang Wenhao asked while eating.

“Special features?” The old man looked puzzled.

“Yes, are there any strange phenomena or legends associated with this place?” Yang Wenhao nodded.

Hearing this, Zhang Dawei and Li Qiuming glanced over, wondering why Yang Wenhao was asking such questions.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, “If you mean strange things, there are some. People who climbed the mountain before claimed to have seen unclean things up there, and occasionally, others have encountered them since.”

“Unclean things?”

Zhang Dawei and Li Qiuming both shuddered.

They were modern men—unafraid of fights—but if faced with ghosts or monsters, they would run away without hesitation.

Yang Wenhao was different. He had seen ghosts, had fought them, and even slain underworld creatures like the Nether Ghost Worms. There was nothing to fear.

After the meal, Yang Wenhao decided to lease the entire mountain for five years.

Upon hearing this, the old village chief was stunned.

He had thought Yang Wenhao wanted to buy a small piece of land to build a resort but never expected him to lease an entire mountain.

Although such a place wasn’t expensive, it wasn’t cheap either—leasing an entire mountain for a year cost a lot, especially for five years.

Ordinary wealthy people might hesitate to pay such a sum. This mountain covered hundreds of hectares, and that was no exaggeration.

Fortunately, Yang Wenhao was the least short on money. If he ran out, he could always sell some jewels.

Since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, he had been spending money every day; though not a huge amount, after a few months, it certainly added up.

Zhang Dawei and Li Qiuming looked at each other in disbelief when they heard their boss was leasing a mountain for five years. Was he really that rich?

But considering he was raising so many people as subordinates and providing them with good food and drink daily, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t wealthy.

Otherwise, he couldn’t support so many people.

Having leased the entire mountain, Yang Wenhao paid the full amount upfront. After receiving the money, the old village chief looked at Yang Wenhao with newfound respect.

To be so young and have so much money, he must either be a wealthy heir or an exceptionally capable person.

Though the village chief couldn’t understand why Yang Wenhao wanted to lease a barren mountain.

If it were for mining, there wasn’t much to find—only some iron and coal, and not in large quantities.

After some thought, he still couldn’t guess Yang Wenhao’s purpose.

Yang Wenhao then began making arrangements. He first transferred 200 million yuan to the Heavenly Court’s dedicated account.

After this transfer, he was practically broke, with only a few hundred thousand yuan left on his card.

Ah, money was just made to be spent—it vanished in an instant.

But he wasn’t worried; he had plenty of valuable assets.

Spending tens of millions on various things would bring that money right back.

Next, he ordered Zhang Dawei and Li Qiuming to surround the entire mountain with a fence and build a mountain villa inside. Though a villa, it wasn’t a resort but a residence designed to accommodate several hundred people.

While the facilities wouldn’t be the most luxurious, they would offer a comfortable standard of living.

Yang Wenhao then instructed Zhang Dawei and Li Qiuming to purchase materials, including those needed to set up Spirit Gathering Formations.

In truth, covering the entire mountain with his current Spirit Gathering Formation was impossible—he simply couldn’t afford a large one.

So, he could only arrange formations by zones.

He divided the mountain into three areas: the villa area, the martial training ground, and the medicinal herb fields.

That’s right—Yang Wenhao intended to have the idle Heavenly Court disciples work the fields for him.

Of course, they wouldn’t be planting ordinary crops like rice or wheat but spirit herbs.

Ordinary spirit herbs required fertile land and time to grow.

Moreover, Yang Wenhao needed herbs that were many years old, which demanded even more time.

But with the Spirit Gathering Formation, these herbs might mature in just a year, equivalent to several years on other lands.

With a larger formation, growth would be even faster.

(End of chapter)