Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

She Xiyu's face turned bitter as 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 cut off."

Fang Qingyuan was a little surprised when he heard She Xiyu tell what happened that year. He asked in confusion:

"Why don't you even pay the full cost? In this case, who will help the Wei family? Wei Tong is not so unwise, right?"

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 something about the thinking of the Wei family back then. Although the She family could make silver armor talismans, it was a small workshop and the cost could not match that of Baishan and Nanchu. The Wei family could not work in vain and could only squeeze She. Home.

In addition, the Wei family did not fight a hundred years ago and was protected by the rule of three generations of enfeoffment. Wei Tong did not attach much importance to the silver armor talisman and the production technology of important war weapons. Instead of supporting the She family and consuming spiritual stones, he simply squeezed it. One wave, just leave a foundation.

Unfortunately, Wei Tong did not expect that a hundred years later, his Wei family would end up like this.

Fang Qingyuan felt a little sad in his heart, 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 talismans in Baishan and Nanchu territory, what advantages does it have?"

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's words, She Xiyu was a little confused and whispered:

"To make a silver armor talisman now, it costs about 1,200 low-grade spiritual stones. As far as I know, the cost on the Baishan side ranges from 700 to 1,000 stones, on the weapon talisman alliance 900, and on Nanchu. Eight hundred."

"So, your She family's production of a silver armor talisman costs four hundred lower-grade spiritual stones than Nanchumen's? This is too much."

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

"It will be more expensive in the early stage, but once our disciples of the She family are familiar with the production process of this talisman and train the manpower, the cost of this silver armor talisman should be reduced in the future."

After listening to She Xiyu's explanation, Fang Qingyuan's expression softened slightly and he asked:

“How low can it be lowered?”

"About a thousand!"

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

"Hey? Thank you, Mountain Master. Thank you, Mountain Master."

After She Xiyu turned around and sat down happily, Fang Qingyuan held the wine cup and played with it in his hands. The cost that She Xiyu said at the end was higher than other realms, but Fang Qingyuan still decided to support the She family and give the silver armor talisman Start the production workshop.

After all, this silver armor talisman is different from ordinary talismans. In a real war, a silver armor talisman can save several lives. Now I can reserve more, so as not to use the lives of Beast Control Sect disciples to fill it when the war starts.

Moreover, although you can buy this kind of talisman produced by other realms, it is better to make it yourself. If there is a conflict between the Southern Border Beast Control and other sects, and they don't sell it to you, you will be blinded.

In comparison, the extra cost of one or two hundred low-grade spiritual 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, carrying the beast control formation on Yin Bao's back, had not relaxed his brows since he stepped into this gathering place.

The excrement and stench everywhere, the bones and corpses lying on the roadside, the messy shacks, and the wandering warblers leaning against the door curtains and posing in front of his military formation, all of these seemed to make Fang Qingyuan unhappy.

This territory was established spontaneously by many casual cultivators who came to hunt for gold after the Southern Xinjiang Royal Beast Sect secured 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 conquer but difficult to manage. The Southern Xinjiang Beast Control Sect does not have so many manpower and can use the lives of its disciples to fill in the newly opened wild and dense forest.

So the restrictions of this place were relaxed, and the casual cultivators who were eager to get rich were allowed to operate here, hoping that through these cultivators, they could turn this eight hundred miles of wilderness into a half-ripened land year after year.

The Southern Border Beast Control Sect's plan is fair and aboveboard. Even if the casual cultivators know the Southern Border Beast Control Sect's purpose, 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 be extinguished, so Fang Qingyuan brought people here to add some fuel to the fire.

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-building monks were brought to Fang Qingyuan. When they saw Fang Qingyuan, their expressions changed one after another.

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 treatment like an uncle in this gathering place, but now, the foundation-building monks who were brought in have lost their arrogance.

This area established by the Southern Border Beast Control Sect only allows Jindan monks and below to enter, and if the Golden Core monks want to enter, they need to be recognized by the Southern Border Beast Control Sect.

This also led to the fact that the highest combat power here was only in the late stage of foundation building, but in the original late stage of foundation building, the casual cultivator here had already become possessed.

"Old man Zhang is crazy. Originally we thought he was just a little overbearing and had a weird temper. We never imagined that half a month ago, old man Zhang suddenly ran out of his cave, shouting 'I understand, I understand' while yelling He is in the late stage of foundation building when he starts killing people. If he goes crazy like this, his cultivation level will increase even more. Even if we have more than ten foundation building people, he is no match for him."

A foundation-building monk below cried to Fang Qingyuan. After speaking, he tore off his robe, revealing a shocking and huge wound:

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

Fang Qingyuan saw the wounds on this man's body and 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.

Monks possessed by demons like to eat monks because their physical bodies are extremely spiritual and are very nutritious to eat.

It's just that old Zhangtou, even if he is possessed by a demon, why is he so crazy?

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

Faced with the cries of the people below and the hope that he would make the decision for them, Fang Qingyuan was about to say some inspiring words, but the next moment, he suddenly became dazed, and finally closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Fang Qingyuan couldn't care less about the people in front of him at this time. Just now, waves of fluctuations suddenly came from the Immortal Mansion, and the bee mother was about to wake up.