Clatter.
Countless pieces of information surged deep within Ning Zheng, finally converging into one sentence.
[Turtle Shell Storage Device, requires Qi Fortune Value: 50 million.]
Indeed, it ca up.
Ning Zheng stood at the prison cell door, quietly staring at this Qi Fortune Value.
Behind him, the prison guards and wardens were secretly conversing.
"What is the Emperor doing?"
"Not sure."
"Ridiculing and disdaining the managent race of the previous regi?"
...
This Sea Race was not deliberately spreading gossip, but they were a group of simpletons who had not received much education, all stiff when acting as courtiers.
To this, Ning Zheng slightly frowned, "This Dynasty is still not under my rule... Once I fully control it, I'll need to replace these prison guards with my own people here at this critical prison location."
Perhaps because he had spent too much ti with a certain female warden of the Demon Suppression Tower, whenever he thought of prison guards, he was reminded of Su Yuniang, who kept talking about jade feet all the ti; she was surely fit to be the warden of this Royal City.
But to thoroughly control the Dynasty, only as Emperor could he staff the facilities with his own personnel.
"50 million, huh?" Ning Zheng shifted his gaze back to the forefront.
By borrowing the Emperor's status, indeed, it was profitable; he easily approached the Turtle Pri Minister Clan that they held as prisoners.
If there were no Turtle Pri Minister Clan related to the Qi Fortune Divine Beast as material, to produce from scratch a treasure that stored Qi Fortune Value, it would surely cost even more, possibly even double or more!
Frankly speaking.
50 million Qi Fortune Value is not expensive.
Because now Ning Zheng generates around 300,000 to 400,000 on average per day; in three to four months, he could earn 50 million Qi Fortune Value.
Is this expensive?
No, this involves Ning Zheng's most core ability of Qi Fortune.
If he could establish one [Qi Fortune Value Storage Device] here, one tossed at Xin, another at Marriage Dress Town, another at Bone Demon Royal City... with future expansions, this would be overwhelmingly profitable.
With a population in the tens of billions, he could gain millions in Qi Fortune Value per day, isn't he afraid of never recouping the 50 million?
However, although he was saying it wasn't expensive at all, Ning Zheng, as soone who waited for a better deal, was still sowhat hesitant:
"If he could obtain the Bronze Statue from Ancient Bronze Town, and pull another Bai Xingling... the cost for making the Qi Fortune Magical Artifact might be even less, and cheaper!"
Now Ning Zheng faced two choices.
1. Spend the 50 million imdiately, start charging today, engage in a three-line battle.
2. Wait a little.
Maybe wait another ten days, then personally start working on that Bronze Statue.
If successful, he could easily save tens of millions of Qi Fortune Value.
"Anyway, activating the Qi Fortune Collector now yields not much profit... This newly established Royal City lacks resources, most of the population is still on the way, probably around 200,000 to 400,000 a day..."
Ning Zheng contemplated, "Once this city is nurtured, it's not too late to open a collector, those few days are not significant."
Another reason is that he needed to work on that Bronze Statue himself afterward.
Because as Xirong Divine Craftsman, to study new Magic Coins, popularize them across the world, benefit all beings, and reap another wave of reputation, while controlling the casting rights in Nine-State, he would definitely need it.
Thus, Ning Zheng decided to wait.
Wait a few days, then start attacking Ancient Bronze Town.
A voice ca from beside him.
"Emperor, look at this Turtle Pri Minister Clan... no, the Golden Turtle Clan, they're all here! They are no longer the Pri Minister Clan." The warden, unable to hold back after seeing Ning Zheng looking for a while, introduced, "Do you have any instructions?"
"Coming to see our forr colleagues."
Ning Zheng smiled, too lazy to pay attention to these living young Golden Turtles, who seed not to have a high status.
He directly walked into another cell, to the Ancestor Turtle's grave.
Here imprisoned was the Turtle Pri Minister Ancestor who once held sway over the world, though each generation of Turtle Pri Minister ruled the East Sea.
"So, it's you all..."
This Turtle Pri Minister squatted in the corner of the cell, looking at Ning Zheng dressed in a Dragon Robe, showing a hint of surprise and envy, "The power you rely on is much more open than the Dragon Race... at least they give so status, clearly we are the race managing the entire East Sea."
"But your governance was poor, the people suffered." Ning Zheng laughed, "Failed to win the hearts of the people..."
"What do you understand!? What do you really understand!?"
This remark seed to enrage the Turtle Pri Minister, his pupils widened, furious beyond reason, "Those arrogant Dragon Race mbers never truly regard the Sea Race as their subjects, we've already tried our best..."
"Losers always have excuses." Ning Zheng had also picked up so skills from the little blacksmiths that could poke holes in one's conscience, "It's all because you just like being greedy, taking the easy way by exploiting and looting, which is far easier than proper managent."
"You simply don't understand!" The Turtle Pri Minister seed ready to argue politics with Ning Zheng, "If you have served the Dragon Race, you'd know, they're a bunch of arrogant creatures. What life? What subjects? They have absolutely no concept of that; they just enjoy watching others kill each other."
"Heh, let's drop this topic!" Ning Zheng wasn't interested in continuing this conversation.
Perhaps they truly had undergone so reforms.
But they certainly had their own decay, such as the greedy extorting Elder Gui they encountered earlier.
Moreover.
Ning Zheng didn't really care about what their makeup was, whether they were corrupt.
"The victor becos the king, the loser the bandit, the victor becos the king, the loser the bandit..."
The ancient Turtle Pri Minister seed unwilling to speak further, only mumbling painfully, "One day, the powerful ones you depend on will crumble, and you'll be calculated just like us."
"I understand your agitation, but you still talk too much." Ning Zheng coldly replied, "I want to ask, what is the ancestor of your Golden Turtle Race? You should have historical records about this."
"What do you want to do?" The Turtle Pri Minister paused for a mont.
Ning Zheng fell silent, turned to the prison guard, and said, "Apply torture, I've had enough of his nonsense."
The Turtle Pri Minister: "..."
"Don't worry, Emperor." The prison guard was eager to act, "This race, pampered since childhood, cannot withstand torture! I've long been fed up with these arrogant, money-grubbing turtles!"
The prison guard knew exactly how to deal with these guys.
Though the opponent was a dead ghost, as long as he thought he was still alive, he would fear death.
Ning Zheng went to the front lounge to have tea, and before the tea was finished, the prison guard ca out respectfully and said, "Emperor, it is done."
Have to say, professionals work quickly.
Ning Zheng rather enjoyed the pleasure of being a ruler of a territory.
Was Xin Xichen usually having such a good ti in the Imperial Palace?
Returning to the cell, looking at the dying old Pri Minister, "Speak."
The old Pri Minister dared not play tricks, "Our race is from the sa era as the Dragon Race... We were once among the strongest races, surpassing the Four Great Divine Beasts as the strongest fifth Divine Beast."
"Oh?" Ning Zheng showed a hint of curiosity, "What do you an?"
Elder Gui said, "But what exactly happened, why the extermination, leaving only ancient branches, we truly do not know."
"But now, we have guessed... During the Sacrificial Era, the fused Divine Beasts were not just four, but many, yet from that great war, only four Divine Beasts' ancestors survived."
"Our ancestors should have been very strong, possibly surpassing the Four Great Divine Beasts, but might've been backstabbed and sched against by the Four Great Divine Beasts."
Ning Zheng felt this was conspiratorial thinking.
My ancestor was the strongest, yet died during ancient tis, surely backstabbed when saving the world.
How hateful, the treacherous Four Great Divine Beasts Race!
"What evidence do you have?" Ning Zheng asked.
"I don't have any." The Turtle Pri Minister shook his head,
"It's all speculation, but our ancient Divine Beast ancestors must have been extrely strong... Otherwise, the Dragon Race wouldn't have specially cared for us, treating us as slaves to gather wealth for them. We have the ability to amass wealth and luck."
"Also, our Divine Beast ancestors must have contributed greatly. I suspect the Chronicles of Ti were built during the Sacrificial Era... and used our ancestors' fallen remains at the ti."
This reasoning had so basis, coinciding with one of Ning Zheng's guesses.
"So, what are you trying to do?" The Turtle Pri Minister couldn't help asking.
Ning Zheng looked at the frightened Turtle Pri Minister, suddenly felt interested, and couldn't help teasing him:
"We're envious of your abilities. If your ability to accumulate wealth can be fused into our Bone Demon Race, known for managing and winning hearts, uniting wealth and people, wouldn't it be a strong alliance?"
"We plan to rge your Ancestor of Embers with our Bone Demon ancestors, creating new life, then awakening."
"In this way, we'll be the strongest governing race, unlike you, who were wiped out."
Ning Zheng spoke confidently.
The Turtle Pri Minister turned pale: "You! You!"
Ning Zheng didn't bother with him, pondering over the origins of the Golden Turtle Race.
Then thinking, perhaps it's truly possible to establish a fusion institution, sending a group of blacksmiths to this Bone Demon Royal City, to study the fusion of Golden Turtle and Bone Demon.
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