Ye Feng chuckled and continued, "Tell me, what will Jiang Zhengzhong do with the Spirit Network after he buys it back?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we'll lay them out in his city. If he buys them but doesn't use them, why would he spend so many spirit stones to buy them?" Rowling said.

“So, one day in the future, when Jiangxia City falls into our hands, it will be a Jiangxia City already covered by a spirit network. Will we then not need to expend the effort to lay it a second time? In other words, Jiang Zhengzhong has essentially done what we wanted to do ahead of time, and even given us a considerable amount of spirit stones,” Ye Feng said.

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, both Rowling and Zijing's eyes widened in surprise!

Ye Feng's words revealed a very clear meaning.

He will reclaim Jiangxia City in the future!

"Ancestor, do you mean to..." Rowling looked at Ye Feng in shock, wanting to say something but not daring to.

Ye Feng stood up from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and said in a calm tone, "The Southern Territory was originally my territory. Although the turmoil a hundred years ago caused our Luo family to lose this territory, the cities in the territory were divided up by city lords one by one."

"Now that I have broken through the barrier, I must reclaim the territory in the Southern Region, and not just the Southern Region!"

"To be honest, I am extremely disappointed with the Hongtian Empire now. I thought that after seven hundred years, I would see a completely new Hongtian Empire, stronger than before. However, this is not the case. What lies before me now is a country even weaker than it was seven hundred years ago!"

"Seven hundred years! In these seven hundred years, the Hongtian Empire has not only failed to progress, but has actually regressed! For hundreds of years, what have all the people who have been managing this country been focusing their attention on!"

"Since they are not capable of managing this country, they are not fit to be its managers and rulers! It would be better if I took over the Hongtian Empire."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Rowling and Zijing's hearts pounded wildly, as if they were about to jump out of their throats!

After all, Ye Feng's words were extremely audacious, tantamount to treason!

Yet Ye Feng's words were so righteous and made so much sense.

Yes, since the Hongtian Empire is declining under those people's control, we should take the empire back from them!

This is the only righteous act!

"Am I going to be silenced by you guys?"

Zijing looked at Yefeng in alarm, then at Luo Lin.

Rowling said irritably, "If the old man didn't want you to hear, do you think you'd still be standing here?"

"That's true." Zijing breathed a sigh of relief.

Zijing is such a carefree girl; one second she's terrified, but the next she doesn't care at all.

"How many people are there in our Xinluo City now?" Ye Feng asked.

“It’s already over seven thousand,” Rowling replied.

During this period, refugees from all over the country flocked to Silla City, and the city expanded again and again at an astonishing speed.

Keep in mind that this has only been a little over a month!

Rowling couldn't even imagine how many people the city of Sinro would have a year from now, or how prosperous and powerful it would be!

“It’s not enough, and it’s too slow,” Night Wind said.

"This speed is already incredibly fast, Ancestor, the kind of speed that will make anyone's jaw drop," Rowling said with a wry smile.

Night Wind said seriously, "That's because your standards are too low... Wang Qian and her brother Wang Qiang are still collecting refugees in various places, right? Send them a message and tell them to hurry up and not slack off. Although I'm not a big shot, I won't turn my back on people if they don't satisfy me."

“Yes, Ancestor, I understand.” Rowling nodded quickly.

Far from Silla City, along the Mobi River, a convoy is slowly making its way.

Calling it a convoy is a gross exaggeration.

This group of over a thousand people, though consisting of hundreds of vehicles, had only one horse-drawn carriage among them. The rest of the vehicles were a motley collection of wheelbarrows, two-wheeled vehicles, and three-wheeled vehicles, all driven by human power.

These oddly shaped wooden carts were filled with things like grain and other gifts.

The people following the vehicle were all dressed in tattered clothes, and it was clear at a glance that they were either commoners or serfs.

"Sir, once we arrive in Xinluo City, will we really be able to eat our fill every day without being exposed to wind, sun, frost, or rain?" A little girl of seven or eight years old looked up at Wang Qian and asked.

Wang Qian smiled and patted her head, then said seriously, "Of course, I'm not lying to you. Xinluo City is a very prosperous place. Although it is located in the Death Mountains, it is very safe there."

"In Silla City, as long as you are hardworking and honest, you will own a house of your own, be able to eat your fill every day, and even eat meat every few days."

An old man listened with a broad smile, his wrinkles smoothing out.

"Sir, I feel like the place you're describing is paradise," the old man said with a smile.

Wang Qian said seriously, "There is no such thing as a paradise in this world. Paradise is a lie, but Xinluo City is real. It is the city of the Luo family ancestor. The Luo family ancestor was the first King of Nanling. He has lived for more than seven hundred years and is a living saint from seven hundred years ago."

Suddenly realizing something, Wang Qian added, "By the way, don't call me 'sir' anymore. I'm not an official or a nobleman; I'm just a commoner like you."

The old man quickly replied, "Actually, I was a serf."

"It doesn't matter. Whether we are commoners or serfs, as long as we come to Xinluo City, we can live the life of our dreams. Lord Luo will not care whether we are commoners or serfs. In his eyes, we are all valuable laborers."

Upon hearing the word "labor force," the old man's face lit up with curiosity.

After all, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a novel term.

Silla Castle.

On a construction site, several young men wearing helmets sat on the ground chatting and laughing.

They were all ordinary people, and also workers on this construction site.

As instructed by Ye Feng, the workers on the construction site must rest for ten minutes every fifty minutes of work, without exception.

After all, human energy and physical strength have limits. If you don't rest to relieve the strain, it's not just a matter of being exhausted to death; it could also lead to accidents.

If an accident were to occur, it would likely result in more than just one or two deaths.

I wonder what dinner is for tonight.

"Nine times out of ten it's potatoes with millet."

"It would be great if we could have some meat."

"Then why don't you work harder? Only those who perform well deserve to eat meat every day."

The young men chatted for a while, and one of them suddenly took off his helmet, stretched his neck, and said, "This thing is so heavy, it's really uncomfortable to wear."