Wang Xianmao regularly rolled two spirit seeds in his hand. He pressed one hand against the ground and tossed the spirit seeds into the spirit well with the other.
Ti to get to work!
The strength of a Foundation Establishnt cultivator was vast and mighty. Under the urge of spiritual energy, the backyard of Fortune Source Residence underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Massive branches began to sprout from the spirit well. Under Wang Xianmao's control, the side chambers on both sides flew straight into the air.
The branches gradually grew into giant trees, and the giant trees transford into a wooden building.
The items originally inside the side chambers flew one by one through the air, settling into the growing wooden structure.
The terrifying power of a Foundation Establishnt cultivator left Yulou in awe. In less than a minute, a brand-new three-story building had risen in the backyard of Fortune Source Residence!
'If the Patriarch went to a construction site, just how incredible would he be?' Yulou thought.
"It cannot be any higher; being too conspicuous is not good either. Co, follow inside to take a look."
Wang Xianmao stood up, smiling as he turned to wave the crowd over.
Stepping through the main entrance of the new building revealed a beautiful counter—molded into a single piece by the Foundation Establishnt cultivator.
"The left side remains the storehouse. The items have already been arranged for you. Tang Nianqiu, go and see if anything is out of place."
"The right side is the room for you two. I expanded it a bit for you. You brothers won't have to squeeze together when you sleep anymore."
"Behind the first floor, I directly reconstructed the water supply system of the spirit well. The spiritual energy transmission is still a bit troubleso, but it's a minor issue."
"The second and third floors contain forty small rooms. At two spirit stones per room each month, that's eighty spirit stones, hahaha."
"Let's go up and have a look."
Following Wang Xianmao, their earth-and-wood elent Foundation Establishnt Ancestor, the group ascended to the second floor.
Yulou cleverly walked ahead and pushed open the door to a small room.
The room was roughly ten feet square. It contained a cabinet, a bed, and a table with a pair of chairs.
It was bright and clean. A Foundation Establishnt cultivator's handiwork was extraordinary; everything was molded flawlessly into a single piece, looking absolutely beautiful.
"What do you think?" Wang Xianmao asked.
Even the elderly Patriarch needed so emotional validation.
"When the Patriarch takes action, it is naturally extraordinary!" Chen Luwan offered a complint.
"Is it too big?" Yulou questioned hesitantly.
As soon as these words ca out, everyone fell silent.
Yulou, you are truly ruthless.
This is already ten feet long and wide, and you still think it's big?
Seeing everyone's confusion, Yulou hurriedly explained.
"If these rooms are too large, it will be hard to charge a premium for our front rooms. By making them smaller and building more of them, we can earn an extra sum here without affecting the business of the large rooms in the front."
As a reincarnated corporate slave of the 996 grind, Yulou brought a slight touch of capitalist shock to the cultivation world.
Small packages must not be too cost-effective!
Do you think Yulou was too ruthless?
No, this world was too ruthless!
The Red Lantern Illumination Sect's disciple Gao Jian and his master Jiang Baobian wished they could squeeze dry the spirit stones of every cultivator in Clear Stream Market. They were the truly hideous and wicked scum.
The Wang Clan seed to be introducing anti-humanitarian cage hos, but they were actually doing the rogue cultivators a massive favor!
"That makes sense. Let see. Co, tell how to arrange it."
Wang Xianmao placed his hand on the wall of the wooden room. Soon, the small room in front of them changed its appearance.
From ten feet long and ten feet wide, it shrank to ten feet long and five feet wide.
"It's still too big. Remove the two chairs!" Yulou judged calmly. "It needs to reach a point where rogue cultivators find it cost-effective to stay and cultivate, but anyone with a bit of strength would not want to live here. Only then can we differentiate and sell the large rooms in the front."
"Alright, I'll continue modifying it!" Wang Xianmao did not hesitate, continuing to channel his spiritual energy.
Soon, the small room shrank another size, becoming seven feet long and four feet wide.
"Six feet long and three feet wide. Try this." Yulou still felt it was too wide.
"Brother, isn't this too small?" Yu'an expressed his concern. You should leave the rogue cultivators so way to survive!
"We can divide them into two types. One type is what we have now; besides a bed, it also provides a table and a cabinet. The other type will only have a bed, providing only accommodation and spiritual energy, leaving nothing else. This way, more custors will be willing to stay, and we can earn more spirit stones. The prices of the two types of small rooms in the backyard will also naturally create a gap with the large rooms in the front courtyard."
Wang Xianmao silently circulated his spiritual energy, shaping it into the final form according to Yulou's idea.
Looking at the cramped room before him, Wang Rongwen secretly felt his scalp tingle.
Thank goodness I am a mber of the Wang Clan!
"Yu'an, lie down and try it." He nudged his son, signaling Yu'an to lie inside and set an example.
Yu'an pouted and reluctantly lay down on the bed. After squirming twice, he complained with a miserable face.
"I can't even turn over in this. How could anyone live here?"
Yulou chuckled and replied, "Let's try a trial opening tomorrow. If the results are poor, the Patriarch can adjust it further."
During the First Industrial Revolution in England, there were proletarians who slept leaning on ropes. They worked over fourteen hours a day and were so impoverished that they had to rent the ropes they slept on by the hour.
Cultivators naturally would not be poor to that extent, but Hongdengzhao monopolized the spiritual energy supply of Clear Stream Market. The control over various spiritual resources was in the hands of families and sects; rogue cultivators could not even touch them.
Returning to the mortal world to be a wealthy man was certainly not difficult, but forcing soone who had awakened to return to the darkness was akin to killing them.
The safety, spiritual energy, work, and opportunities in Clear Stream Market were things the rogue cultivators who had not yet given up on their cultivation path desperately yearned for.
Gao Jian represented the official authority of Clear Stream Market, representing Hongdengzhao. He did not believe those rogue cultivators possessed any value to be exploited, so he wanted to drive them away.
The rogue cultivators lost the opportunity to be exploited.
The logic and deconstructive angle of an "opportunity to be exploited" seed rather hellish. However, before the developnt of productive forces brought about by the industrial revolution, such opportunities truly did not exist in most parts of the world.
The models of the mortal world could not simply be applied to the cultivation world. Yulou was uncertain if this venture would succeed.
This was also why he had ntioned his ideas were immature when discussing the cage ho plan with Wang Rongwen.
Watching Yu'an scramble out of the tiny cage ho bed, Wang Xianmao let out a soft sigh and declared, "Alright, you all go back and rest first. Yulou, Yu'an, stay behind. Accompany to set up the spiritual energy transmission formation array for this building."
Yulou looked at the Patriarch in confusion.
So, the Patriarch was actually very knowledgeable about formation arrays?
"Patriarch, how can we let you handle this kind of work? Luwan and I can take our ti and do it." Wang Rongwen did not understand the Patriarch's intentions and instinctively tried to take over the task of laying the formation array.
In his eyes, the Patriarch was the great pillar of the Wang Clan and should not be doing this kind of basic manual labor.
"It's no bother. I never had the chance to interact with these two children before. It's a good opportunity to get familiar with them. You two go back and rest." Wang Xianmao waved his hand dismissively and stated.
No matter the ti or cultivation base, he was still a mber of the Wang Clan and its Patriarch. Taking on a bit more responsibility ant nothing.
Yu'an's parents and Tang Nianqiu departed. The Patriarch looked at the two brothers and asked with a smile, "Dragging you two out in the middle of the night to lay a formation array, you don't have any complaints, do you?"
Yu'an did not have any complaints about laying the formation array. He rely felt that his father seed to favor Yulou more just now. Both he and Yulou could have lain down to test it, but Wang Rongwen insisted he be the one to do it.
"Being able to learn from the Patriarch is Yulou's fortune," Yulou answered respectfully.
Wang Xianmao had tested them during the day, and now he was pulling them to work. It was akin to a master guiding his disciples through hands-on experience; a segnt where the Patriarch taught by example.
"I am also very fortunate. Patriarch, I want to learn from you so badly!" Yu'an expressed that he also wanted to improve.
What would a world look like where the ans of production were absolutely monopolized?
Rogue cultivators—small families and sect vassals—small sects and large families—large sects—the Immortal Alliance.
As the tier increased, the upper echelons controlled more ans of production, granting them greater influence and control over the lower echelons.
The concrete manifestation was that grand cultivators could alter the heavens and earth, rewriting the rules of the world itself.
While minor cultivators could not even afford their rent.
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