1160 The Allegiance of the Gale Bandits, the Thunder Bandits, Sixth Master Qin (3)
Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago.
Similarly, more powerhouses were gathering in the Wasteland. On the one hand, they were dealing with the possible engulfment of the Bitter Immortal Realm, and on the other hand, they were secretly making a fortune.
“In terms of getting rich, the City Lord has good taste.” Zuo Baichou chuckled.
These words made everyone in the hall smile.
A large city where tens of millions of people came to stay had a huge number of transactions every day.
Whether it was collecting taxes or other controlled transactions, they were unimaginable wealth.
If not for this huge amount of wealth, Yunlan City would not have been able to set up so many teleportation arrays.
In the past three years, just setting up the teleportation array had almost exhausted Zhao Qianzhen to death.
Of course, he also made a lot of money.
Yunlan City was different from other places. There were many things to be done, and there were not many experts to support it.
Every spiritual rock earned here could be used.
Whether it was Zhang Zhenbiao or Zuo Baichou, everyone who followed Han Muye did not have to worry about cultivation resources at all.
Freedom of wealth.
Power was in his hands.
This kind of cultivation was truly carefree.
Zhang Zhenbiao’s cultivation in the past three years had also improved rapidly.
“Brother Han, all the broken metals and fire-attributed spiritual materials you asked me to find are in the storeroom.”
“I marked everything I couldn’t bring back.”
Zhao Chen proudly handed a jade slip to Han Muye.
His Jujin Trading Company had been linked to the transactions between the Sword Sect and the Yunteng Wasteland for three years.
Through Yunlan City, he earned a hundred times more spiritual rocks than the Jujin Trading Company in Yuze Prefecture.
Currently, the Jujin Trading Company had already shifted its focus to Yunlan City.
Zhao Chen also became the next manager of the Jujin Trading Company.
Of course, for the current him, a mere head shopkeeper was really not worth his attention.
He could only reluctantly accept it.
From the jade slip, Han Muye saw that crushed gold and stone and a few other ores that could be eaten by broken gold ants were piled up like mountains in the warehouse.
As for some of the flames that the golden flames liked, he also found quite a few.
“Alright, you can double these things from the intermediate warehouse to exchange for other resources.” Han Muye waved his hand and put away the jade slip.
Zhao Chen grinned.
Unknowingly, they were no longer worried about wealth.
Thinking back to the difficult and uneasy times when she followed Han Muye to the Wasteland, such days were simply like a dream.
After hearing the report and collecting some needed resources, Zuo Baichou and the others went to do their own things.
Han Muye stood in the hall and looked up at the Deity Roll floating in the city.
There were countless remnant souls of the various races in the Deity Roll.
They were all willing to guard this place and cultivate.
Han Muye did not refine them into Dao weapons like the Daoist sects.
Thinking of the Dao weapon, Han Muye pondered for a moment and raised his hand to throw a golden light into the Deity Roll.
These were a few Dao Soldier cultivation techniques.
He did not need dao weapons, but that did not mean that Yunlan City did not need them.
These itinerant Divine Path cultivators also needed it.
Once formed into a large array of Dao soldiers, their combat power could increase countless times.
After sending the hand seal into the Deity Roll, Han Muye ignored it.
Whether they cultivated or not depended on the choices of those remnant souls.
He stepped out of the hall and landed on the bustling street.
On the street, cultivators were coming and going in a hurry,
Many of them were sword cultivators with swords.
No, many of them were just for show.
Perhaps, knowing that the City Lord of Yunlan City, Invincible Han, was a Sword Immortal, they deliberately brought swords when coming to this city?
Han Muye walked along the main street, looking at the small town from a few years ago that had now grown into a massive city spanning hundreds of miles. He felt a bit emotional.
Spirit herbs, immortal herbs, spiritual materials, superior-class ores, various medicinal pills, weapons, talismans, armor…
As long as it was needed in the cultivation world, Han Muye could see it.
However, he also noticed that there weren’t many genuine treasures.
It made sense. The Bitter Immortal Realm and the Wasteland needed large amounts of consumables, not real treasures.
Who would dare to sell spiritual and immortal treasures in the Bitter Immortal Realm? They would probably be hunted down by the entire human race.
On the main road, Han Muye also saw many members of the demon race.
Some of them were carrying heavy loads as laborers, while others were shackled and driven forward.
Arriving at a square, he saw many members of the demon race.
There were Bull Tribe warriors, 30 feet tall, with soul-sealing talismans pasted all over their bodies, making them rigid.
There was also a Leopard Tribe soldier, tall and slender, with both hands locked in iron chains.
With four-armed and six-legged strange beasts, and numerous other types of demons, the square was bustling with people shouting.
“Green-tailed Wolf Tribe warriors of the Three Forests Division with Foundation Establishment cultivation. A group of 100 people, 30,000 spiritual rocks. No bargaining.”
“Jade Bone Fox Clan, five female members, with half-human and half-transformed forms, each priced at 30 spiritual rocks. They can be used as handmaidens and are self-sustained.”
“Elite warriors from the Yellow Jade Battle Bull Tribe, all at the Earth Realm, only 20 of them, priced at one million spiritual rocks, no taxes included.”
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Han Muye strolled through the square, observing this cruel yet peculiar trading market.
This was the Yunlan City that he guarded.
But was this trading something he protected?
In this city, all these living beings were mere commodities.
He knew that being sold was better than dying directly.
But the bloodline of the divine beast in his bones still churned.
No matter what, he still had the bloodline of a divine beast.
As he slowly walked forward, Han Muye suddenly stopped.
Turning around, he saw dozens of burly men sitting in front of a stone platform, their bodies covered in black cloth and bloodstains.
In this trading market, there were very few human cultivators being sold.
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