6: Chapter 6: Infrastructure Development Too Slow! Join the Sword Sect in the Wind, Tenfold Reward!
He had slept for at least several hours.
Yet, his demonic power had only increased by such a tiny amount.
"It seems there's no hope in becoming stronger by relying on my own Cultivation."
At that moment, Feng Yifan smacked his lips.
He couldn't help but feel grateful for the wild wolves' generous gift.
And for the selfless help of the Li Clan Members.
Of course, he also had to thank himself for acting according to the situation, being wise and divine, and making the right decisions.
Only then could he reach a perfect cooperation with the Li Clan.
By now,
it was already late at night.
Many of the Li Family members suffered from night blindness.
In the temporary thatched huts, everyone lit fires, boiled some millet, and quickly went to sleep after eating.
"Clan Chief, that Evil God... I don't think He has good intentions."
Not long after lying down, someone couldn't help but run over to whisper to the Old Clan Leader, "He gave us the wolf skins, but those wolves will likely come seeking revenge against us!"
"Hmm?"
Feng Yifan perked up when he heard this.
He wanted to hear what the Old Clan Leader had to say.
Setting aside the matter of mutual help to withstand the wolf pack's attack, I just gave you those wolf skins and bones to trade for food!
In the next instant,
the Old Clan Leader, despite his age, moved with agility. He leaped from where he stood and delivered a kick.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
"Go sleep with Shitou and the others!"
Shitou and the others were the four skeleton ghost servants Feng Yifan had recently taken in.
The four of them weren't even sure if their current state would affect their fellow clansmen.
So, they weren't living with the rest of the clan right now.
Without being told, they had consciously found a place to stay outside the straw curtains.
"Clan Chief?" The man hadn't expected the Old Clan Leader to react this way and was immediately dumbfounded.
"What?" The Old Clan Leader glared. "My words don't carry weight anymore?"
At this point, several burly men nearby stood up and surrounded him.
They were surrounding the man who had spoken.
"Old Loach, don't make the Clan Chief angry!" one of them said.
The others didn't speak, but they struck a pose that said either you leave on your own, or we throw you out.
"I'm going, I'm going! Leaving right now!"
"Clan Chief, I was wrong! Please don't be angry!"
Seeing this, the fellow called Old Loach quickly begged for mercy and scrambled out.
"Hmph, what load of nonsense!"
"Even if we weren't given the wolf skins, would we not be enemies with those wolf beasts?"
The Old Clan Leader pointed at his retreating back and cursed, "Think about who killed those wolves!"
"No breakfast for Old Loach tomorrow! Let him starve for a meal!"
He said to Li Feipeng, who was leading the group beside him, "We killed those wolf beasts under the protection of the Mountain God's Divine Might. Even if we didn't take these skins, would that Wolf King let us go if he wanted revenge?"
"Since the Mountain God was willing to give us the skins so we could sell them for food, that is a blessing."
"We are now followers of the Mountain God. Sheltered under His Divine Might, we must all be grateful for the Mountain God's grace!"
"Clan Chief, we aren't foolish," Li Feipeng said immediately. "You don't need to say more. It's just that as long as the Wolf King isn't dead, it will always be a threat."
"Yes, though we have the Mountain God's Divine Might, we must still be on guard," the Old Clan Leader said. "Tomorrow morning, send young Lin Feng to the Ancient Sword Terrace to kowtow and seek a master."
The Ancient Sword Terrace was a hundred miles from here.
It was the recruitment site for the Xiaoyao Mountain Sword Sect.
If one could make a sword cry with their blood at the Ancient Sword Terrace, an immortal cultivator would come to take them away.
If a Sword Sect Disciple emerged from the clan, they could obtain an identity token.
"With that token, we can go to the county seat and buy some weapons and blades," Li Feipeng nodded. "Should we send the young ones of the clan to the county seat to take shelter for a while?"
"Under the threat of revenge, how can any egg remain unbroken?" The Old Clan Leader shook his head.
Then he told everyone to go back to sleep.
He lay down as well.
He was still muttering a few words under his breath.
Li Feipeng and the others couldn't hear him, but Feng Yifan heard him very clearly.
This Clan Chief was cursing that Old Loach.
"What a big idiot!"
"An Evil God, that's an Evil God!"
"He's a damn Evil God, how could He have good intentions?"
"It's enough to understand it in your heart, but he actually said it out loud! What if he was overheard?"
"What a moron!"
Feng Yifan: "...Impressive."
However, his decision to let them take the wolf skins indeed hadn't come from pure kindness.
Keeping the wolf skins and bones with him was useless and took up space.
The space in the small temple was limited; piling up so many wolf skins would indeed make it look cluttered.
Of course, the main reason was to win people over.
He could see at a glance exactly how much money and food the Li Clan Members had brought with them when they fled here.
Therefore, he had to make these people feel at ease staying here and continue serving as his followers, who were effectively his allies.
Who knew if he'd be lucky enough to encounter another group before the Wolf King returned if he let these people go?
Feng Yifan didn't know if wolf bones and teeth could be traded for money.
But he knew that wolf skins were definitely valuable.
In any era, fur was a luxury item.
And these weren't just ordinary wolf skins.
Not only could they serve as winter gear, but they could also be status symbols; there was no worry about them not selling.
Feng Yifan wasn't afraid of these people running away with the wolf skins.
If they weren't truly desperate, who would choose to be a refugee?
Most importantly, these people had no identification documents.
Once he saw the Old Clan Leader's plan for handling the wolf skins, Feng Yifan knew this move was solid.
They didn't even dare to sell the good wolf skins for money right now; it seemed the rules of survival in this era were very unfriendly to the Common People.
So they chose to stay by the side of the Evil God they had already turned to, seeking protection.
His tactic of winning hearts could be considered a success.
"So what if he saw through it?" Feng Yifan snorted. "I don't need their sincere affection anyway!"
It was actually better that the Old Clan Leader saw through it.
The old man was clear-headed and knew his limits; wasn't he already actively preparing for the wolf pack?
On the contrary, if they had treated him as a savior and believed him to be merciful and kind, trying to morally kidnap him, that would have made him feel truly uncomfortable!
The next morning.
As expected, Li Feipeng took some men to escort Li Linfeng out.
Then, for the rest of the day,
the Li Clan was busy reclaiming wasteland.
They didn't forget Feng Yifan's instruction to dig a well.
They first marked out a piece of land, intending to dig a firebreak before setting it ablaze.
The Li Clan Members were all experienced workers, and regardless of gender or age, no one was idle.
But just digging that single firebreak took them quite a long time!
Reclaiming wasteland was inherently labor-intensive, let alone without proper tools.
By the time they lit the fire and let it burn out, the entire morning had passed.
In the afternoon, the fire gradually died down.
Only then did the real reclamation begin.
Because of the presence of Yin baleful energy, the grass and insects in the wasteland were mostly dead.
The dry grass burned easily, and after burning, the ground became slightly softer, making it easier to turn the soil.
The land had to be thoroughly turned and the clods of earth crushed to make it soft and breathable before vegetables and grain could be planted properly!
The Li Clan Members worked even harder, staying busy until dark.
Not much land had been cleared, and the well was only half-dug.
Crucially, these people hadn't been slacking; it was purely due to the limitations of human strength.
Feng Yifan watched with a grimace, really unable to stand it any longer.
"This won't do, this is too slow!"
He never knew that turning soil was so troublesome without machinery.
These people not only lacked soil-turning machinery, they didn't even have basic tools!
No pickaxes, no plowshares, no shovels, and certainly no livestock to help.
At this rate, when would they ever clear enough land for sowing?
Without land, it was impossible for these people to wholeheartedly settle down and take root here.
Then there was that well.
He also wanted to taste what was different about water produced by a Divine Artifact.
Even if not for that, just being able to drink a mouthful of clean water would be good.
Due to the Yin baleful energy, the water here was truly foul-tasting!
Even boiling it to stew meat would probably be a waste of ingredients; he'd rather just gnaw on dried meat.
"No, I have to think of a way."
Feng Yifan rested his chin on his hands on the offering table, like a true rent-collecting Majesty, seriously pondering ways to speed up the infrastructure construction.
"...Tch, at most I'm at the level of a village chief, no higher."
[Congratulations, Your Majesty!]
[Divine Servant Li Linfeng has successfully joined the Sword Sect and become an Outer Sect Disciple.]
[According to the sect rules, an Outer Sect Disciple of the Sword Sect receives 1 Foundation Cultivation Pill, 1 qi gathering pill, and 1 yang shen pill every month!]
At this moment, a notification sounded in his ear.
It seemed to be confirming his status as an Evil God Majesty.
[Your Majesty will receive a tenfold return! 10 Foundation Cultivation Pills, 10 qi gathering pills, and 10 yang shen pills!]
In the next instant,
a flash of light flickered past.
Thirty Spirit Pills appeared in Feng Yifan's arms!
"Oh ho~!"
"This 'Majesty' gig is worth it!"
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