Wu Kaishan also said:
"Yes, Mr. Ning, this is too scary. If the resources required to cultivate a cultivator are one hundred, then a Martial King may only need ten. This is too cost-effective."
After hearing these words, Ning Chen also laughed.
"Yes, and we also have a spirit stone mine with many resources that can be purchased directly."
After hearing this, Wei Changming said excitedly: "Great, Mr. Ning, maybe in less than a year, we will have an army of King Wu, which is equivalent to an army composed of foundation-building monks."
Wu Kaishan was also full of excitement.
"As long as we make good use of this power, we will be able to stand firm in this Xiaonantian Realm!"
After Ning Chen listened, he nodded with a smile, then waved his hand and said:
"Well, you should go and see them first. I will go over later and ask them if they are willing to practice martial arts. If they are not willing, I will not force them to stay. I will give them some money and let them go."
Both of them agreed quickly.
"I understand, Mr. Ning."
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After the two left, Ning Chen began to think deeply again.
The reason why he wants to cultivate this martial arts power has two biggest functions. One is to stabilize this territory. There is a teleportation array back to the earth here, and he must protect it.
The second is that he needs a large number of Martial Kings, or even Martial Emperors, to help him earn spiritual stones.
Since Ning Chen learned that tens of thousands of years had passed in the Xiaonan Heavenly Realm, he was shocked and at the same time began to miss his own sect, Chunyang Wuji Sect.
Before he returned to Earth, he was already the ancestor of the Chunyang Wuji Sect, and his entire body was cultivated in the Chunyang Wuji Sect.
Now that I have returned to Xiaonan Tianjie, it is impossible not to want to know the news about my sect.
Therefore, Ning Chen wanted to return to Chunyang Wuji Sect as soon as possible to have a look.
"Tens of thousands of years have passed. Is the Chunyang Wuji Sect still there?"
Ning Chen looked out at the sky and couldn't help but sigh.
Although I miss him, it is not that easy to return to the sect.
Each of the seven continents of the human race is extremely vast. If you want to fly across a state, even a Nascent Soul stage monk will need several years.
Ning Chen's sect is in Zhongzhou.
In Ning Chen's memory, Zhongzhou was separated by four states from Binzhou, where Ning Chen was now.
The distance between these four continents takes at least five or six years by flying. Time is not the biggest problem. The biggest problem is that during the journey, we are bound to encounter all kinds of strange dangers.
If you are unlucky and break into a certain Jedi, or encounter some powerful monsters, you will be in fatal danger.
Spanning several continents, even Ning Chen was not willing to take such a big risk.
The best way is to take the intercontinental teleportation array.
Teleport to Central Continent one continent at a time.
This is the fastest and safest way.
However, the intercontinental teleportation array requires an astronomical number of spiritual stones. The spiritual stone mine Ning Chen currently owns will only have 10 million low-grade spiritual stones at most after it is mined.
To ride an intercontinental teleportation array, one person would need 100 million low-grade spiritual stones.
Four rides would be 400 million, and two people would be 800 million.
Therefore, if Ning Chen wants to return to Central Continent, he still needs a lot of spiritual stones.
As for him, although he is already in the Nascent Soul stage, it is obviously very troublesome to earn spiritual stones by himself. There is a steady stream of King Wu's army to help him earn spiritual stones. Then Obviously faster and easier.
Moreover, this can also save a lot of time, allowing Ning Chen to do more meaningful things that are more conducive to improving his cultivation.
After Ning Chen thought about this clearly, he had completely decided to do this.
Immediately afterwards, Ning Chen looked outside the sky again, staring into the depths of the blue sky.
"Just do this thing well first, and then make other plans after earning enough spiritual stones."
After Ning Chen muttered to himself, he wanted to arrange for the miners.
But something came to mind immediately.
"I think some of them seem to have very good talents, and they are already close to reaching the internal strength. Why not refine a few body tempering pills first and let a few of them break through, so as to enhance their persuasion and let those The miners have a future."
Immediately afterwards, Ning Chen disappeared in a flash.
When he reappeared, he was already in a secret room in the hall on the top of the mountain.
This is the alchemy secret room specially opened by Wang Xionglin.
Everything is luxuriously built, with ancient lamps hanging on the surrounding walls and densely packed spirit-gathering formation patterns carved on them.
In the middle of the secret room is a three-legged tripod floating.
A slight sweep.
Ning Chen was a little surprised.
"Three Dragons Cauldron, a low-grade spiritual weapon?"
It is difficult for even a monk in the Zifu stage to own a spiritual weapon.
He didn't expect that Wang Xionglin, in the middle stage of foundation building, actually had a spiritual weapon, which was a relatively rare spiritual weapon like alchemy. But unfortunately, he hadn't used it a few times, and now it was all at an advantage to Ning Chen.
"For refining some ordinary elixirs, this alchemy secret room and the Three Dragons Cauldron are enough."
Before he finished speaking, Ning Chen had already taken out a bunch of elixirs and materials from Wang Xionglin's storage ring.
Time passed little by little.
At the foot of the mountain, thousands of people had already eaten more than a dozen pigs. A large amount of meat, vegetables, and some spiritual materials and fruits had entered their stomachs. Many young men were eating them with big mouthfuls.
"I haven't eaten like this for who knows how long. This meal is enough for ten days."
"Besides, these meals are really delicious."
It turned out that in order to prevent these young men from escaping or causing riots, Wang Xionglin would not give them much food at all. As long as they would not die, he would not care whether these people had enough to eat.
"Me too, I'm actually full, but I want to eat more."
"Eat, eat, there's still more."
"If you can't finish it, it's a waste. If you can still eat, eat more."
At the foot of the mountain, the crowd was noisy, and a long-lost happiness overflowed over everyone's heads. Although most of them were enjoying their long-lost meal, some people were still thinking about other things.
In the crowd, Lin Hu was giving some meat from the big bowl to his sister Lin Ying.
Lin Ying held the bowl and did not refuse.
After eating, he asked:
"Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Lin Hu calmly nodded and said:
"Yeah, I wonder if Ning Shangxian will let us go?"
Lin Ying thought for a while, raised his head and said calmly:
"If he is really an immortal who can slay demons, he will definitely not embarrass us."
"If not, then we have no power to resist, so we might as well have a good meal."
After hearing this, Lin Hu nodded repeatedly.
"Well, Yingzi is right, well said."
After saying that, Lin Hu also held the bowl and started eating.
