Chapter 740 The Dwarves of the Underground, Trees Grown Amidst Natural Disasters

Another month has passed.The Luck Lotus Grass Tree project has been under development for two months, with a total of 300,000 trees already planted. It is projected to reach 500,000 next month, and the first batch of trees will begin to flower and bear fruit.Each tree initially consumes 50 dou of luck, and consumes 10 liters of Martial Master's Blood per quarter. Each harvest yields approximately 20 dou of luck.500,000 trees, one quarter, that's 5 million liters of Martial Master's Blood. This is the real problem, but Mr. Tianming has managed it well, continuously using existing material resources to compensate for the shortage of Martial Master's Blood, with no upper limit on the expenditure.Source Energy Liquid, Evolution Liquid, Marrow Cleansing Liquid, various pills, martial arts, cultivation techniques—the national treasury is wide open.Most importantly, there's a change in ideology.All the realms under Li An's rule are promoting one value—Martial Masters are the most glorious, sacrificing their blood for humanity.Elevating the social status of martial artists to an unrealistic level would not only bring them greater solace but also make them more willing to shed their blood.However, Li An still felt a pang of heartache.As a martial artist himself, he knew very well that although we were living in an era of explosive growth in cultivation levels due to the proliferation of Qi Luck formulas,most ordinary people were still only third or fourth-level martial artists. For such martial artists to donate even one liter of blood at once would severely damage their overall condition.Statistics showed that those at these two levels donated the most blood, both frequently and in the largest quantities. They were at the bottom of the cultivator's food chain, lacking broad experience and cunning, yet brimming with passion.If Li An and his decision-makers were completely devoid of conscience, they would become the most pitiful people of this era, betrayed by the hero they believed in.They were too weak, yet yearned to contribute in the war against the Celestial Realm. They had witnessed Li An repeatedly risking his life to save various realms.Li An was their hero.Now he says he needs our blood, that our blood can help him, so he's giving it all without reservation.Li An felt a pang of heartache.But heartache was useless.The Qi Luck Lotus Tree project couldn't be stopped. To truly care for them, he had to find other external forces that could resolve the situation.Li An was like a scavenger, wandering through the forgotten corners of the world.This world was vast.In the past two months, he had traversed dozens of deserted realms, some even larger than the human realm, but without sun, in a state of chaos. Yet, strange life forms still survived in these realms.Li An called them the Subterranean Race.The Subterranean Race were very short, but possessed a will that moved Li An. Almost all of them were skilled craftsmen, able to forge worthless scrap materials into armor to withstand natural disasters.Their hammers could turn trash into treasure. The pressure of survival forced them to possess crafting talent, allowing them to survive in this sunless world ravaged by natural disasters.That day, Lolo, the dwarf scavenging on the planet's surface, was very nervous. He glanced at the sky; a cold front would likely arrive in a few hours. Lolo had to gather enough valuable materials before then, and if he was lucky, food would be even better.Lolo's short legs raced across the uneven ground, laboriously traversing one crater after another.Going downhill was easy; he simply slid sideways down. Once in the center of the crater, he'd check for high-quality meteorite iron. If not, he could only sigh in disappointment and then climb back up. Fortunately, he had spiked ropes; he could toss them high, anchor them halfway up the slope, and then climb using the ropes, saving a lot of energy.The dwarves of the subterranean world possessed extraordinary stamina and immense strength, a strength far beyond what such small creatures could possess.Lolo had been a scavenger for three years, so he was quite experienced in climbing craters. He wouldn't nail the rope to unstable spots; this required a lot of practice because meteorite craters were like mountains to dwarves. Falling while climbing would deplete their energy too much, potentially preventing them from making it back underground and being swallowed by the natural disaster.Each crater was full of surprises, like opening a treasure chest. There was about a 10% chance of finding good meteorite iron, but the best super treasure was the meteorite iron tree.A kind of iron tree with life, entirely made of meteorite iron, capable of withstanding ordinary natural disasters, it usually grew in the center of the meteorite crater.The meteorite iron tree was valuable in every way; the iron tree blood in its branches could even become a power to evolve dwarves, granting them greater strength and stamina.At this moment, Lolo felt as if he had been struck by lightning, completely stunned.He had climbed up one meteorite crater, preparing to slide to the second, but he clearly saw a tall man in white standing in the center of the crater, with a meteorite iron tree in front of him.What was that?Lolo had never seen such a creature before. It seemed that two of him stacked together wouldn't be as tall as it, and it glowed white, holy and sacred, making him afraid to look up.However, the creature seemed unaware of him.Lolo dared not make a move and quickly ran back underground to tell the chieftain what had happened.The chieftain's white beard reached the floor; he had a kind face, but upon hearing Lolo's report, his eyes instantly sharpened.A meteorite iron tree had been discovered, but an unknown creature was beside it."We must bring back the meteorite iron tree!"The chieftain stood up, looked at the tribe's most outstanding warrior, and said, "Everyone, come with me!" The cold wave was about two hours away.The group moved with incredible speed. Many of them were Lolo's elders. A dozen or so dwarves, under Lolo's command, raced through the crater with practiced, swift movements.They reached the iron tree in just twenty minutes, and naturally saw Li An there as well.At that moment, Li An was using his divine power to analyze the iron tree's life structure, and he sensed the gazes around him.He still had his back to them.A look of embarrassment crossed the chieftain's aged face. Years of combat experience told him that this tall, white-clad creature was far beyond their capabilities.But the Valo tribe desperately needed this iron tree to withstand the harsh winter."All of you, go back," the chieftain said to Lolo and the warriors.He himself, as if in his youth, slid down into the crater.Only when standing beside Li An could one truly grasp his immense size; he seemed capable of obscuring the moon.Li An turned his head and smiled at the dwarf chieftain, "Hello." His voice was so melodious, almost divine, that the dwarf chieftain trembled, and a single word involuntarily surfaced in his mind:God!God!!