Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 197
She Xiyu looked bitter, he recalled:

"When our She family first entered southern Xinjiang, we attached ourselves to the Wei family. We originally thought of making silver armor talismans as the foundation of our career. However, the Wei family squeezed us deeply. In the end, the silver armor talismans costing a thousand low-grade spiritual stones were only given to us. We had more than 800 spiritual stones, but we lost every one we made. Later, the previous head of the family died of depression, and the inheritance of this talisman was discontinued."

Hearing She Xiyu tell the story of the past, Fang Qingyuan was a little surprised, he asked in doubt:
"Why don't you even pay the full cost? In this way, who will help the Wei family? Isn't Wei Tong so unwise?"

She Xiyu sighed and said helplessly:
"Although our She family can make this silver armor talisman, we have no cost advantage compared to other major powers. This talisman can only be sold for a thousand low-grade spiritual stones outside Southern Xinjiang. The Wei family has not had any wars in the past hundred years. Due to demand, he wants to sell these silver armor talismans to outsiders, so in order not to lose money, the Wei family only gave us more than 800 low-grade spiritual stones, and the remaining spiritual stones were said to be channel operating expenses."

After She Xiyu finished speaking, Fang Qingyuan understood what the Wei family thought about back then. Although the She family could make silver armor talismans, it was a small workshop, and the cost could not compete with that of Baishan and Nanchu. home.

In addition, the Wei family did not fight a hundred years ago and was protected by the rules of three generations of enfeoffment. Wei Tong didn't pay much attention to the silver armor talisman and the production technology of heavy war weapons. Instead of raising the She family to consume spirit stones, he simply squeezed One wave, just leave a foundation.

It's a pity that Wei Tong didn't expect that after a hundred years, his Wei family would end up like this.

Fang Qingyuan sighed for a moment, and then asked the most critical question:

"Then what is the current production cost of your She family? Compared with the production level of silver armor charms in the southern Chu area of ​​Baishan, what advantage does it have?"

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's words, She Xiyu was a little confused, and said in a low voice:
"To make a Silver Armor Talisman now, it costs about [-] low-grade spirit stones. As far as I know, the cost on the Baishan side ranges from [-] to [-]. Eight hundred."

"So, for a silver armor talisman made by your She family, it costs [-] low-grade spirit stones more than that of Nanchumen? This is too much."

Seeing Fang Qingyuan's dissatisfied expression, She Xiyu quickly explained:

"It's more expensive in the early stage, but when our She family disciples are familiar with the production process of this talisman and have trained manpower, then the cost of this silver armor talisman should be able to come down in the future."

After listening to She Xiyu's explanation, Fang Qingyuan's expression eased a little, and he asked:
"How low can it go?"

"Around a thousand!"

"Then get ready. When I come back this time, I will start making this silver armor talisman."

"Hey? Thank you Mountain Lord, thank you Mountain Lord."

After She Xiyu happily turned around and sat down, Fang Qingyuan held the wine cup and played with it in his hand. The cost that She Xiyu said in the end was higher than that of other lands, but Fang Qingyuan still decided to support the She family and take the silver armor talisman. The production workshop is set up.

After all, this silver armor talisman is different from ordinary talismans. In a real war, a silver armor talisman can save several lives. Now we can reserve more, so that when we start a war, we need to use the lives of the disciples of the Beast Sect to fill it up.

Moreover, although this kind of talisman can be bought from other lands at present, it is not as good as making it yourself. If there is a conflict between the southern border beasts and other sects, if they don't sell it to you, you will be caught blind.

In comparison, the cost of one or two hundred extra low-grade spirit stones is nothing. I just hope that old boy She Xiyu will not let himself down.

The military formation of the Southern Border Beast Control Sect stopped at Yuanling Mountain for three days and then continued towards the wild and dense forest. After walking for another five days, Fang Qingyuan arrived at the destination of this trip, a hastily built gathering place for monks.

Fang Qingyuan was on Yinbao's back, leading the army of imperial beasts. After stepping into this gathering place, his brows did not relax.

The feces and stench everywhere, the bones and corpses lying on the side of the road, the messy huts, and the warblers leaning on the door curtains, posing in front of his army formation, all of these seemed to make Fang Qingyuan displeased.

This land boundary was formed spontaneously by many casual cultivators who came to pan for gold after the Nanjiang Yushoumen took over this territory.

Back then, the red iron ore camp at the Royal Beast Gate in southern Xinjiang was destroyed by monsters in the dense forest, and a foundation-building monk was kidnapped. Lechuan showed his face and asked Huo Yuan to take charge of the overall situation, killing three golden elixir monsters in one fell swoop. The beast drove away the ancient Nascent Soul beast here and took over the eight hundred miles of land.

However, it is easy to fight, but difficult to govern. The Southern Border Beast Sect does not have so many people, so they can use the lives of their disciples to fill in the wild and dense forest that has just been opened up.

So he let go of the restrictions on this place, allowing those casual monks who are eager to make a fortune to work here, hoping to turn the eight hundred miles of wilderness into a half-cooked land through these monks year after year.

The strategy of the Southern Border Beast Gate is aboveboard, even if those casual cultivators know the purpose of the Southern Border Beast Gate, they don't care.

In the past ten years, tens of thousands of casual cultivators have poured into this place, like a wild fire, burning through the eight hundred miles of land, and the dead cultivators among them have turned into nutrients, nourishing this land.

But now the fire seemed to want to be extinguished, so Fang Qingyuan brought people here, wanting to add some fuel to it.

Entering the largest shack here, Fang Qingyuan looked at the low horizontal beams and said expressionlessly:
"Bring people in."

Following Fang Qingyuan's order, seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators were brought in front of Fang Qingyuan. When they saw Fang Qingyuan, they all changed their expressions.

In the shack, Fang Qingyuan sat high on the main seat, with a fiery red spirit bird squatting on his shoulder. Beside Fang Qingyuan, there were more than a dozen foundation-building monks on his left and right, plus various spirit beasts beside these monks. In this shack, there were actually twenty or thirty foundation-building combat forces gathered.

In the past, a foundation-building monk could enjoy being treated like a master in this gathering place, but now, the foundation-building monks brought in have lost their arrogance.

Only Jindan cultivators below are allowed to enter the territory established by the Southern Border Beast Gate, and Jindan monks need to be approved by the Southern Border Beast Gate if they want to enter.

This also led to the fact that the highest combat power here is only in the late stage of foundation establishment, but the casual cultivator who was originally in the late stage of foundation establishment here has already become enchanted.

"Old man Zhang is crazy. At first we thought he was just domineering and eccentric, but half a month ago, old man Zhang suddenly ran out of his cave, shouting 'I got it, I got it', and shouted Killing, he is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, so he went crazy, and his cultivation base has increased, and the dozen of us who have established Foundation are not his opponents."

A foundation-building cultivator at the bottom cried to Fang Qingyuan. After speaking, he tore off his robe, revealing a shockingly huge wound:

"That day when I got closer, my kidney was picked off. If he hadn't been eager to eat my kidney, I would have almost escaped. Immortal Beast Master, you must avenge me."

Seeing the wound on this man's body, Fang Qingyuan wondered, is this kidney so delicious?
After this man finished crying, several other Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators also shared their experiences one after another. These people were all monks who survived facing that old man, but Fang Qingyuan looked at them and suggested that there might be something wrong with these people. Or at least some parts are missing.

Bewitched monks like to eat monks, this is because the monks' physical body has great spiritual power, and it tastes very nourishing.

It's just that old head, even if he is possessed, why is he so crazy?

Huo Hu has been infected with demonic energy for many years, and he has never seen him clamoring for kidneys.

Faced with the cries of the people below and the hope that he begged himself to be the master for them, Fang Qingyuan just wanted to say something inspiring, but the next moment, he suddenly became a little dazed, and finally closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Fang Qingyuan didn't care about the people in front of him at this time, just now, there was a sudden wave of fluctuations in the Immortal Mansion, and the mother bee was about to wake up.

(End of this chapter)