Jia Li was speechless.

Although what she studied could not compare to that of a martial artist at the Separation and Union Realm, it was still comparable to that of a martial artist at the Qi Movement Realm.

When combined, their combined combat power in a short period of time can be even slightly stronger than that of a peak Qi-movement Realm martial artist.

If we follow this line of thinking, wouldn't a hundred trained ordinary people wearing these things be equivalent to a legion of a hundred Qi Movement Realm martial artists?

"What if it's a thousand people? Ten thousand people?" Ye Feng asked again.

Jia Li said in shock, "That...that's really amazing, but it requires a lot of spirit stones to make. The Crimson Flame Gloves alone require three low-grade spirit stones to use, and with the other items, it will require about fifteen spirit stones in total."

"One person is fifteen low-grade spirit stones, one hundred people is one thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones, one thousand people is fifteen thousand low-grade spirit stones, ten thousand people is one hundred and fifty thousand... This is too outrageous, where would we get so many spirit stones to consume?"

Night Breeze revealed a mysterious smile: "Other places may not have this many spirit stones, but in our Silla City, spirit stones are plentiful... You agree, right, Qing'er?"

"Uh-huh!"

Luo Qing nodded vigorously.

After all, Silla City does have artificial spirit stones.

Artificial spirit stones, you can have as many as you want, there's absolutely no limit!

"You're great, Jiali, you're excellent, you've surprised me, I admire you."

Ye Feng stood up and looked at Jia Li very seriously: "Don't think about what your master told you anymore, and don't worry about those things anymore. Just settle down and live in our Xinluo City. From now on, you will work with Qing'er on research and development."

"I believe that when you two work together, you'll create one surprise after another!"

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Jia Li's first reaction was that the city lord was being sarcastic and mocking her.

But looking at Ye Feng's faint smile and Luo Qing's bright eyes, Jia Li felt that they didn't mean to mock or ridicule her.

Could it be that this first King of Nanling, the lord of Silla City, is serious?

"And the answer?" Night Wind asked.

Jia Li took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I am willing to serve you, Lord City Lord!"

It was an hour later when Ye Feng returned to the tent.

Zhu Mingyue and Luo Lin had a fairly pleasant chat.

Upon seeing Ye Feng arrive, Zhu Mingyue immediately stood up from her chair, and Ye Feng waved his hand, saying, "No need for formalities."

Then, Ye Feng came up to Zhu Mingyue and said with a smile, "There are some talented people among the people you brought me."

Zhu Mingyue frowned slightly.

It seems that the first Nanling King has discovered that the cultivators in the support team all have various problems; in other words, all of them are flawed.

Therefore, Zhu Mingyue naturally assumed that Ye Feng was mocking her, so she said seriously, "I am really sorry, Your Highness Prince Nanling. Although my father has tried his best to recruit martial artists to support your Silla City, most of the martial artists in the capital are unwilling to come here once they hear that Silla City is located in the Death Mountain Range."

"Those who are willing to respond to my father's call are basically those who have no future to begin with, so we are really powerless to do anything about this situation. After all, cultivators naturally possess a transcendent status, and my father cannot force them."

When Ye Feng heard Zhu Mingyue say this, he knew that the princess had misunderstood him.

But Ye Feng didn't offer much explanation.

Since she's misunderstood, let her misunderstand. There's nothing wrong with that.

"To compensate His Highness Prince Nanling, my father, after careful consideration, has decided... to hand over the position of City Lord of Huasheng City to His Highness Prince Nanling!" Zhu Mingyue continued.

"Handing over Huasheng City to me? Hmm, that's not bad." Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Rowling, who was standing nearby, was overjoyed.

Huasheng City is the largest city in the Southern Territory. Although Huasheng City's military strength is not the strongest, its economy is the most prosperous!

Moreover, Huasheng City has a population of over 100,000. Now that this city has fallen into Yefeng's hands, the population problem will no longer be an issue for Xinluo City!

Night Wind can directly relocate the commoners and serfs in Huasheng City to Silla City, thus solving a series of problems such as labor shortage in Silla City!

"Please convey my gratitude to your father," Ye Feng said.

A day passes in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Mingyue left.

But all 120 members of the support team stayed behind.

Luo Qing immediately assigned jobs to the civilians, while the cultivators were still under observation.

"The bet we made has been decided," Ye Feng said, looking at Zi Jing.

"A bet? What kind of bet?" Zijing asked.

Night Breeze reminded him, "After the crisis in Huasheng City ended, didn't we make a bet? I said back then that His Majesty the Emperor would hand over Huasheng City to me, but you didn't believe me. Today, Zhu Mingyue finally brought the letter of appointment."

"Take a look for yourself, open your eyes wide and see clearly."

Zijing took the golden letter of appointment from Yefeng's hand, and after looking at it for a while, she looked astonished.

"That damned emperor really handed Huasheng City over to you! In that case, you'll not only be the lord of Xinluo City, but also the lord of Huasheng City!" Zijing exclaimed in surprise.

"Is that the main point?" Night Wind asked.

Zijing finally came to her senses, and then looked disappointed.

According to the bet between her and Ye Feng, if she wins, Ye Feng has to help her forge a magical artifact.

But now that she has lost, the magical artifact is naturally gone.

Zijing immediately looked like a wilted eggplant, hanging her head and squatting on the ground without saying a word, sighing incessantly.

"I knew I couldn't beat you. You've lived for over seven hundred years, you're so cunning and calculating, how could I possibly defeat you..." Zijing said bitterly.

Ye Feng chuckled, then took out a short sword from his storage ring and handed it to Zi Jing.

"Here, this is a magical weapon I crafted for you. I named it the Dark Moon Short Sword. It has special attacks such as paralysis and stun. Be careful when you use it, and don't accidentally hurt yourself," Ye Feng said.

Zijing was overjoyed and excitedly snatched the short sword from Yefeng's hand, then asked happily, "Old Deng, are you really going to give me a magical weapon? I clearly lost the bet..."

"You lost the bet, so I can't give you the magical artifact? Who made that rule?" Ye Feng retorted.

"That's great! I knew you wouldn't treat me unfairly, Old Deng!"

Zijing asked excitedly, then added, "By the way, what grade of spiritual weapon is this?"

"Ninth rank," Ye Feng said without hesitation.