Chapter 159: Tank of Ten Million Whispers
He slapped the manual override, cooling fog hissed. Temperature fell, microbes slowed.
SP log:
Panic +80 SP
Agony +60 SP
But if they died, production would halt. He checked nutrient levels; still high. Likely the coil rune cracked from Auri's earlier overheat.
Kent replaced the damaged plate with a spare, whispered thanks god. Within minutes, Sphere 2 glowed teal again.
He made a note: Need rune-shunt fail-safe.
Next morning, total SP from spheres and disciples combined:
Sphere : +5500 SP
Disciples: +270 thousand SP
"Not bad. But I need more SP."
At breakfast, Nima bit into a silver-thread carrot from Patch 3. Eyes widened. "Tastes like candy!"
Kent tasted one. Sweet with a spark of pepper. "Restaurant chefs will fight for crates," he murmured, dollar signs flashing behind his eyes.
Xian Yu laughed. "Kid, you are obsessed with money. As a Cultivator, money should be useless for us."
