Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Ten Fierce Sky Horned Ants

Teacher, I understand. The power of faith is indeed difficult to obtain, but please believe me, I will definitely be able to obtain enough power of faith. Dong Qing said confidently.

Since you are so determined, Xiaoqing, the teacher can't persuade you anymore. If it really doesn't work, you'd better find the inheritance of the god position earlier, so that you can obtain eternal life.

Bibi Dong looked at Dong Qing, who was full of confidence, and couldn't continue to persuade him, but she planned to let Qian Renxue cooperate internally and externally, and took out the Tiandou Empire's national treasure, the Vast Sea Universe Mask,

Because according to the ancient records inside the Wuhun Temple, this object is unusual, and it is rumored to be related to the Sea God. Maybe there is a chance to help Dongqing find the Sea God Jiukao.

As for why she thought so, it was simply because Dongqing's idea was unrealistic, and the power of faith was too difficult to obtain, and it was basically impossible to become a god at level 100.

Speaking of eternal life, teacher, even if we all become gods in the end, what about Senior Sister and Sister Qian Renxue? What will they do? Dong Qing asked curiously.

Speaking of this, Bibi Dong didn't know what to think of, a mysterious smile quickly flashed across her face, she lowered her head and whispered a word in Dong Qing's ear.

Because the eternity that the teacher wants, you must not be without Xiaoqing!

Can't be without me? What does she mean?

Before Dong Qing could figure it out, Bibi Dong's figure disappeared, and Hu Liena, who had been sleeping on the bed for a long time, disappeared with her.

The next day, in the early morning, the sun had just risen.

A ray of soft sunlight shone gently on the face of Dong Qing who was waking up, he quietly stared at the green bamboo forest outside the window, the bamboo leaves fluttering in the wind, his expression was very indifferent.

Not long.

Dong dong dong knocked on the door.

Come in. Dong Qing said lightly.

Your Highness, Son, I'm here to pick up the press draft. Bai Chenxiang pushed the door open, walked to Dong Qing's side, and said cautiously.

Well, don't be so afraid of me, I don't eat people, take it to make a photocopy, and then deliver the news release, please leave it to your Min clan. Dong Qing said softly.

He picked up a stack of thick papers on the table, and stuffed them directly into Bai Chenxiang's arms.

Okay. Bai Chenxiang hugged the news paper, and said in a weak voice.

This is her old problem. When facing peers with higher talents than herself, she will always unconsciously appear very inferior, as if she is afraid that she will do something wrong.

This kind of person is tired of living and cares too much about other people's opinions.

After Bai Chenxiang left with the news draft, he came to a magnificent building in Wuhun City that was specially in charge of photocopying paper, and 300 members of the Minzhi clan were waiting outside.

The soul guide for copying paper is also passed down from ancient times, and currently only the Wuhun Temple controls the production method of this soul guide.

It is not complicated in itself, and its structure is very simple, but it occupies a large area, about the size of a 60-square-meter house.

In order to ensure that the Pope's order of the Wuhun Temple can be transmitted to all Wuhun branch halls in the whole continent in a timely manner, this kind of soul guide specially used for copying paper has one in every large city in every Douluo Continent.

Douluo Dalu is a very strange world. No one knows how many special soul guides were not passed down in ancient times, but many civilian soul guides have been passed down steadily.

For example, light bulbs, printing presses, looms.

about an hour passed,

The press draft written by Dong Qing was copied over 300 copies, and after being handed over to 300 members of the Minzhi clan, they summoned their sharp-tailed swift martial souls.

After a whistling.

They each fly to the large main city that they are in charge of, and after handing over to the Wuhun branch in the local large main city, they will make another 100,000 to a million copies depending on the situation.

It is sold by the local deacon in white, and the price is three copper soul coins.

Although Dongqing also thought about giving away for free at first, he knew that human nature is despicable, and no one might care about what you give away for free, so let's sell it cheaper.

Three copper soul coins are not expensive, about the price of three steamed buns, because a box of fast food with three dishes and one soup requires at least ten copper soul coins, which is theoretically affordable.

As for the cost of copying these newspapers, less than 1,000 copies, the cost is one silver soul coin. If it is more than 10,000 copies, the cost can be reduced to ten copper soul coins.

And for a copy of 100,000 copies like Dongqing's, the final cost can be reduced to less than one copper soul coin.

That is.

As long as enough people buy news papers, this is definitely a profitable business.

The day passed quietly.

The Wuhun branch halls in every large city on the mainland, they followed the order from the Holy Son of Wuhundian, and copied 100,000 copies of the news manuscripts brought by the Minzhi clan.

It's not that they don't want to print more, it's just that they don't like this kind of newspaper. Although it is very cheap, they don't think that this kind of thing will cause large-scale sales.

In the minds of these Martial Soul Branch Hall Masters, it was nothing more than His Highness the Son's whim, wanting to mess around, how could those ordinary people be interested in such things.

What Spirit Hall? What Sea God Island? What is the last three cases?

In the world of soul masters, everyone knows this information, so what's the point of writing it out?

As for the lace news of the imperial nobles, it's not like they don't know that they can get a lot of it just by inquiring about it a little. Do they need to read the newspapers?

However, they didn't want to discredit His Highness the Holy Son. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they copied at least 100,000 copies, and then let some unpopular white-clothed deacons go out and sell them.

Anyway, no matter how much you sell or how little you sell, His Highness the Son of God has already said that you can give them a 30% commission, and they are not very resistant to the free income.

However, these Martial Soul Branch Hall Masters, they have all forgotten a reality, that is, how many of these high-ranking soul masters can really understand ordinary people?

As the saying goes, if a child is not a fish, who knows the joy of a fish?

At some point, soul masters and ordinary people became two kinds of people. They seemed to live together peacefully, but the world they saw was very different.

In most cases, soul masters look down on ordinary people invisibly.

However, on the land of Douluo Continent, all the soul masters add up to less than a million, but there are more than hundreds of millions of civilians.

Hundreds of millions of people, endless common people, are the root of the power of faith, and the key to becoming a god at the hundredth level, and it is by no means relying on less than a million soul masters to provide the power of faith.

Tiandou Empire, Tiandou City, Wuhun Branch Hall, early in the morning.

Behind a white-clothed deacon, more than 30 ordinary members of the Wuhun Hall followed, and the middle of them pushed a flatbed cart full of newly printed newspapers.

After placing the flatbed cart at the entrance of the Wuhun Branch Hall, the deacon in white took out the signboard he had prepared.

【Shock! The ranking of the major forces in the mainland turned out to be like this, the first issue of the Wuhundian Newspaper. 】

Next to this big sign, there is another small sign.

[Only need one copy of three copper soul coins]