Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the fourth day.
As the group chopped down trees and their house-building skills improved, the remaining fifteen houses were quickly erected.
With the help of Ye Feng's healing medicine, everyone's injuries have greatly improved.
As everyone worked together towards the same goal, their mood gradually improved.
When a few people have free time, they can still chat for a while.
However, everyone remains uncertain about the future, and as time goes by...
All the women also noticed the problem with their bodies.
Without foundation building, his primordial yin energy has severely depleted; his former mid-grade spiritual root is now even inferior to a low-grade mixed spiritual root.
Among them, those who suffered the longest and whose cultivation level dropped the most have no chance of recovery, and their cultivation level may even decline further over time.
Under such emotional circumstances, if it weren't for Ye Feng forcing them to work day after day,
I'm afraid everyone has already collapsed.
"Mithrul linked, iron and stone solidified, pierced with..."
Streams of magical power emanated from Ye Feng's hands, and the results obtained from various techniques were deduced one by one.
This is also the advantage of his five spiritual powers being able to be released and used individually at will through the Elemental Technique.
Suddenly, the ever-changing spiritual energy in front of them transformed into a sword of light.
A pure white lightsaber.
In terms of quality, this can only be considered a beginner-level magical artifact.
Just like the axes used by the handymen disciples, these axes could only be infused with spiritual energy, making them slightly stronger than ordinary weapons.
But none of that matters. What matters is that the beginner level of casting has appeared on the panel!
With a wave of his hand, the lightsaber in front of him vanished.
After three days and three nights, I finally completed the introductory course to becoming a foundry master.
The ground outside the house had been cleared and leveled by the women, and several stone slabs, four or five meters long, had been placed there.
Now everyone is sitting on stone stools, eating their meals, with wooden bowls in their hands.
Three or four people were eating and talking at the same time.
What small animals did you encounter while cutting down trees today?
I picked some kind of flower while planting yesterday.
The day before yesterday....
But most people remained silent, only their eyes no longer held that deathly gray.
The wooden door creaked open, and the women stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes in their direction.
With a "cold" expression, Ye Feng stepped out of the room and glanced around.
The crowd no longer avoided his gaze; instead, they stared intently at him.
"Senior, the house is complete, and seeds have been sown in all suitable areas within a five-mile radius..."
Yang Dan really wanted to ask, what do we do next?
But she was also afraid of Ye Feng scolding her... or perhaps, he would simply leave without saying a word...
She could have pretended those years had never happened and quietly returned to her sect.
However, even here, people have committed suicide; once she leaves...
But she really didn't know what she was supposed to do with so many sisters.
If... or rather, by chance, this benefactor could show them a way.
Moreover, even if she went back... she didn't know how to conduct herself.
Ye Feng simply nodded without saying a word.
With divine sense activated and spiritual energy attached, he raised his body into the air like a sharp sword with just a light touch.
It flew around the entire mountain range and even the surrounding area.
I assessed my flight speed at 200 kilometers per hour, and I estimate it will be difficult to improve it further before my next advancement.
Compared to the previous speed of 60-70 yards using magical artifacts, it's simply incomparable.
After surveying the area, it landed back on the ground.
They cut down almost all the trees within a 500-meter radius of the mountaintop, and not only were the houses built neatly, but even the spirit fields were arranged in orderly rows.
As expected of a woman... if a man had done this, it would have been a completely different story.
Ye Feng nodded inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Not bad. Next, continue cutting down trees and building houses in that spot down there, and build a market town!"
Ye Feng casually pointed to a location, but what he said surprised everyone.
Build... a market town!
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Next,
It involved upgrading the casting equipment, which has been verified in practice.
"The Weapon Forger has been upgraded!"
"Trading Points -1000, Level 1 Weapon Maker"
A level-one weapon craftsman can theoretically forge top-grade magical artifacts.
However, Ye Feng didn't need to force himself; he just needed to verify everything he had learned and reasoned about.
They took out the spirit-finding disc and started digging directly beneath the room.
Without the help of the earth's fire, who knows how much spirit wood would have been burned.
Ye Feng used his decomposition technique to clear a path, creating a clean and tidy cave.
However, this hole can't be dug haphazardly. If it's not dug properly and leaves a draft, the fire vein will sink, and you might have to dig hundreds of meters down to reach the earth fire.
Fortunately, with the help of the spirit-finding compass, we were able to directly locate the core of the earth fire.
Even so, Ye Feng had been digging for three days, and the little spiritual food he had stored in his space had long been consumed. Now he was surviving on Bigu pills.
Yang Dan and her friends brought food twice before... but it wasn't good!
After being bluntly rebuked by Ye Feng, she never sent him anything again.
Ye Feng released the iron hammer and felt platform from the space.
What followed were days of clanging and banging...
A month passed quickly.
The market town built by the women was already halfway complete.
Despite the long and tedious labor, he received not a single kind word from Ye Feng, and had barely even seen him a few times.
The emptiness in everyone's hearts was reignited.
A feeling that life has no meaning is spreading invisibly...
"Why do you think our benefactor wants to build a market town?"
The speaker was Xiao Feng, whose full name was Mu Yufeng.
She seemed to sense everyone's emotions and couldn't help but speak up.
Her words only left everyone more confused. Yes, why build a market?
There are no local specialties here, nor are there any good spiritual veins.
Moreover, who would manage the constructed markets and wards?
Apart from Yang Dan, who still had the cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi Refining, the others were all at the middle level of Qi Refining.
There was even one person whose cultivation level recently dropped to the third level of Qi Refining...
"Is there anyone else here besides us?"
One person spoke, and everyone immediately fell silent.
"No...no way..."
Mu Yufeng's face suddenly turned pale, and scenes from the prison flashed back into her mind.
"I think he just wants to use us to open a brothel!"
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