Next was the inspection of Eternal Night City.
A group of Golden Cores had arrived from external regions, and ng Yu needed to accompany them.
...
After Eternal Night City opened, forces large and small sent representatives, either offering beautiful treasures or seeking to establish good relations, or... to see just what kind of substance ng Yu, the Young Master of the Blood God Sect, was made of.
Ao Wu stood excitedly beside ng Yu, with thousands of words he wanted to share.
The East Sea Dragon Clan was quite willing to initiate better cooperation with ng Yu, as he was currently amidst his most challenging tis.
For a power that had defeated a strong enemy and occupied a prosperous city surrounded by dozens of Spirit Veins and hundreds of fields, controlling many Minor Worlds, what should have been a scene of abundant resources like mountains of gold and silver was instead t with ng Yu's inco being insufficient for his expenditures.
Even orthodox sects that had conquered a place would begin purges, plundering vast wealth, executing or enslaving various sorts and draining local resources completely, allowing everyone to grow rich, then promising the local people a bright future with tales of the vanquished Demon King, and happier tis ahead.
The difference between good and evil lies in the fact that orthodox sects cleverly manipulate and deplete the local Spirit Stones and resources through interdiaries, whereas the Demon Gate is more direct; then everyone prospers for a decade or so before seeking another target.
But Ao Wu had never seen a fool like ng Yu before.
The party landed in front of a field; wheat verdantly thriving and in robust growth, soon to be swiftly harvested, dried, turned into flour, and delivered to the city's granaries and stores and even to provide six large bread loaves daily for the poor!
"Junior Brother ng, sorry, it's a bit ssy here, don't mind it too much."
Instead of coming to greet them, the Golden Core Master responsible for thousands of acres of land simply continued working in the field.
Ao Wu's tail drooped; she was incredibly envious. If her clan's Golden Cores would voluntarily fish in the sea, she'd kneel and knock her head on the ground in gratitude!
With over twenty million people, Eternal Night City previously had to transport countless materials and grain daily by canal, flying boat, and land routes, with local grain prices being double those of other places. Amidst the current chaos, prices should have skyrocketed, leaving many starving, but now the grain prices had halved, and ng Yu had borne all this.
ng Yu should have been severely short on grain, but he wasn't!
For instance, these thousands of acres located above a Spirit Vein usually grew a rare Spirit Rice known as Dragon Tooth Red Rice, harvested every three years for city lords and other dignitaries, as well as being sold for Spirit Stones. Then ng Yu ordered all the Spirit Plants to be flattened, switching instead to the most common crops!
Two Golden Cores were in charge of this land, had reset the Spirit Vein, and had installed Array Plates. The Green Wood Growth Array sped up plant growth, and the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell provided water, enabling ordinary wheat to ripen in just three days!
What food crisis? Here, it was non-existent; advanced productivity slapped faces loudly, and every Golden Core was an all-capable wishing machine, the Wood Elent Golden Cores especially serving as expert farrs. The twelve farms in Eternal Night City had barns brimming with grain.
Six large bread loaves freely provided each day!
Everything appeared so bizarre to everyone.
Even the harvesting was personally done by Golden Cores, their Magical Treasures efficiently resolving everything like a great whale sucking water, followed by those sa Golden Cores plowing and fertilizing the land, Array Plates containing the Spiritual Energy, nourishing the soil...
"How can you make them do these things?"
A Golden Core who had just arrived in Eternal Night City asked, despairingly.
Why were the Golden Cores under ng Yu so compliant?
The lord was actually working like a slave for them!
When had Golden Cores ever been willing to humbly toil in the fields, without complaint or regret?
Next was the second place, where the injured and sick were cared for.
The war had ended, and those mostly responsible would be held accountable, but the people below were innocent, including the wounded and disabled soldiers of Eternal Night City.
Many of them ca from Minor Worlds, and so had not even heard of ng Yu's na before plunging into bloody battles and enduring painful losses.
Under the rule of Eternal Night Palace, everything in Eternal Night City was priced. Often, even knowing life-saving asures existed, one had to consider how many Spirit Stones they had.
Including those who had fought to the death for Eternal Night Palace, like the troops initially besieging ng Yu. Many of them were missing limbs or had shattered ridians and ruined True Qi. Eternal Night Palace had provided them only basic dical treatnt, then selected a few based on their brave combat (money and connections were awarded) allowing them regenerative treatnts to heal fully. But in reality, many more were simply processed and then told they could return to the Minor World or go work as stewards on a farm to securely live out their lives, look how good we are to you.
And that's for the people who fought for Eternal Night Palace; ordinary people or cultivators facing injuries had to dig out shiny Spirit Stones.
Everyone had thought this was just how things were, but... now a different kind of person had arrived in Eternal Night City.
Miss Mai, who had been severely burned and now healed, was imnsely grateful to ng Yu and pledged her life to follow him, which was entirely normal.
People around her also told her she was fortunate, that this was a precious opportunity, look how many have died and so on. She also told herself the debt of a saved life was eternally unrepayable.
Reviews
All reviews (0)