Shaking his head, the man in the green shirt completely ignored the other party's teasing and hints, and asked him seriously about the situation in the City that never sleeps.
Real estate, medical care, food, clothing, culture, transportation, marriage and love, entertainment, elixir refining, human trafficking, etc., etc., all kinds of industries are developing quite well.
Jiang Li was surprised to find that in this city, almost all the needs of a monk could be met.
You must know that for the development of a city, the demand for population is the top priority. Only sufficient demand and consumption can promote the development of an industry.
According to the current statistics in the world of immortality, on average, for every six thousand mortals, there can be one spiritually qualified person.
However, due to various reasons, not all children of school age can get the opportunity to test the Immortal Stone. Therefore, only one monk can be born for every 10,000 mortals.
Calculating it this way, even the most crotch-stretching early stage monks in Qi training are actually only a handful among the entire human population.
Calculated based on the total population in the previous life, one ten thousandth of eight billion people was only 800,000.
Put them all together, and this is barely enough for the population of a city.
Jiang Li originally thought that such a group must have a very small population. The so-called city is nothing more than a larger market combined with a large number of lower-class mortals to form a settlement.
But he obviously ignored the vast territory and huge population base of the world.
Jiang Li also didn't expect that this city that never sleeps could actually gather so many monks and develop to this extent.
After chatting for a while, I found that the monk in green shirt didn't pay attention to his explicit instructions, so the female monk could only give up.
She ran to the small room next to her and took out a token that was still hot.
"Sorry for the long wait, here is your long-term residence permit and entry and exit order."
"This golden token is a symbol of your noble status. From now on, as long as you take out the token, you can enter the city directly."
"You can also fly freely in the outer city, but there are also many adults living in the inner city, so please don't take off in the inner city."
The other party also mentioned some precautions, but for a Jindan monk, many of the terms were actually very relaxed and there were basically no restrictions.
"I see."
The man in green shirt took a token from the opponent's hand, and a long-term residence certificate that was somewhat similar to a contract paper. The procedures here were considered completed.
Turn over the golden token, and on the back it says "The holder is Qingshan Jushi."
This city that never sleeps is called registration, but in fact, you can even make up your name at will. Not to mention private information such as origin, cultivation, spiritual root attributes, etc.
They cannot force a Golden Elixir monk to hand over his secrets.
After leaving the wooden building, Jiang Li did not insist on flying over the outer city as he said before, but walked all the way in by himself.
The outer city of this city that never sleeps is home to a large number of mortals.
Most of them have special skills, and many of them were once famous masters in mortal realms.
But here, they are just serving the distinguished senior monks, and they are the lowest level of society.
Jiang Li also saw a lot of Qi practicing monks here.
They may come from all directions for a living or a dream, but they cannot afford to live in the gorgeous inner city, so they can only live with mortals in the outer city.
It is said that the lord of this city that never sleeps was just an ordinary handyman here. Later, he rose up through hard work and finally became the lord of the city here.
This story can be said to be very inspiring. It has been passed down to this day, and its history is probably no shorter than that of the Sutra Valley. It has inspired countless monks to strive for it throughout their lives.
It’s just the final winner, nothing more.
When passing a street corner, the man in green shirt turned his head and took a look. In that direction, there was an inn.
This is a large inn on the edge of the outer city. It covers a very large area and looks like it is even expanding.
His figure paused for a moment, then continued walking towards the inner city.
Several passers-by on the street glanced at the man in green shirt without any trace, then lowered their heads and continued doing their own things.
The arrival of a strange golden elixir cannot fail to arouse vigilance and attention, and some necessary surveillance measures are unavoidable. The man in green shirt obviously noticed this gaze and didn't pay much attention to it, which was considered a goodwill gesture to the city that never sleeps.
But underground, beyond the reach of his eyes, when the man in green shirt paused for a moment, a root that was tapered at both ends and thick in the middle had already penetrated into the ground from the sole of his foot in an instant.
The roots were like a fish swimming into water, swimming freely under the earth, and the speed was not slow at all.
Roots sneaked all the way underground towards the inn, and reached the underground of the inn without making a sound.
And on the signboard of the inn, there are three big characters written "Man Jiang Hong".
Being familiar with the road, I found an underground secret room in Manjianghong Inn.
The entire secret room was poured with molten steel, making it completely indestructible. There was also a layer of spiritual carvings drawn on both the inside and outside to resist escape techniques.
Ordinary monks are unable to sneak in. Even if they forcefully break through the iron wall, the formation will be triggered and the master will know it.
But only in one corner of the underground secret room, the iron wall was missing such a hole, and was instead covered with a floor tile that was similar in color to metal.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to spot it at all, but the tree roots didn't take any detours, they just lifted up the floor tiles and got in.
The tree roots as long as arms drilled out of the soil, and after twisting twice, they began to expand and deform rapidly. Soon, the Qingshan layman just appeared in the secret room.
It turns out that the person who just walked into the inner city was just an empty shell, and the root that penetrated underground to hide in Chencang is the real body.
It's just that he didn't wear a mask at this time, and the exposed face made people look a little creepy.
It was a stiff face covered with wooden textures, or in other words, this face was simply carved out of wood.
If the original nest of scale demons were to be found, they would definitely be extremely familiar with this monk in blue shirt, because this is the statue of the inverted god that they have worshiped for a long time.
Jiang Li's second parallel consciousness finally accepted everything about his predecessor a few days ago, and then he was surprised to find that the part of the idol that had always been considered the trunk of the Nine Nether Tree could actually move independently of the tree body.
Although the distance from the main body of Jiuyoumu cannot be too far, it is still much better than always entangling people with a few roots.
Jiang Li's body was participating in the competition and could not leave. There were many things that he and his sword cultivator clones were not suitable to do based on their status and cultivation.
After much thought, he still felt that it was not cost-effective to have Jiuyoumu follow him just as a bodyguard.
In the end, he decided to let the second clone act alone.
In order for Jiuyoumu to move around more easily, he even brought out the Yin Burial Coffin for him.
The second clone snapped his fingers, and several oil lamps hanging on the wall automatically turned on, illuminating the small secret room.
There are not many things, just five soul bags.
During his absence, Manjianghong Inn received more than 50,000 ghosts.
Jiang Li was very satisfied with this.
After converting to the Nine Nether Taoist Scriptures, he needed to use many more ghosts for practice than before!
In addition, ghosts can also be used as fertilizer for Jiuyou Wood, food for ghost lantern fish, and materials for refining magic weapons. Even the advancement of the burial coffin is closely related to ghosts.
Now, he is a big consumer of ghosts. Without replenishment during this period, the ghosts buried in the coffin can no longer make ends meet.
He took out the burial coffin and poured five bags full of souls into the coffin, which finally added a lot of fresh blood inside.
With the concentration of spiritual energy in the coffin continuing to increase so far, it won't be long before these 50,000 souls can become useful ghost soldiers.
I don't know how many souls Yan Hong can bring back to Yinnan Kingdom by then. Considering the population of Yinnan Kingdom's capital, it should be no less.
Putting away his soul, the second clone pushed open the trap door above the secret room and walked out.
Here, it is still a basement. But unlike below, the air here is hot and noisy. There are forty or fifty children wearing the uniforms of disciples from the outer sect of the Sutra Valley, smelting metal around a huge furnace.
This is one of the businesses of Azolla store.
Yan Hong will purchase large quantities of ores of different qualities at low prices, smelt them into metal ingots that meet specifications, and sell them at a fair price.
Generally, larger shops will choose to directly refine the materials into weapons and magic weapons to sell, and the profits will obviously be much higher.
However, Manjianghong is currently in its infancy, with only ghost market craftsmen with skills that are barely better than ordinary people, and they are not yet able to independently refine magic weapons.
So I can only settle for the next best thing and take on some less technical jobs to earn some hard money.
Jiang Li took a general glance and found that there were a total of forty-six people working in this underground workshop. They were all quite young, ranging from ten to fourteen years old, and half of them had not even started practicing Qi.
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Yan Hong moved very quickly. Within a few days of Jiang Li's talk, this person came to him.
These forty-six people are all outer sect disciples who have just entered the Sutra Valley this year. They are still young and have little cultivation. They are originally within the protection period of the sect and do not necessarily need to go out to perform tasks.
However, the mission of Manjianghong, which is well-paid and takes care of newcomers, is difficult for them to refuse.
Senior Brother Jiang Li and Senior Brother Yan Hong are really good people!
Their work efficiency is very low, and they are actually not worth the remuneration they receive.
But Yan Hong didn't care much and just told them to work peacefully and not think too much.
But today, an uninvited guest came to their workshop.
"Guest, are you in the wrong place? The dining area is above."
A disciple wiped the sweat from his face and looked at the clone, but the soot on his hand made his face black.
The target customers of Manjianghong Inn are all kinds of monsters and monsters. The image of Jiuyou's clone looks like a tree demon, so it is naturally regarded as a guest who has gone the wrong way.
"Zhao Asan, at the early stage of Qi training with wood spiritual roots, it's pretty good."
The second clone reached out and grabbed a wooden sign on the opponent's chest and looked at it, feeling very satisfied.
These disciples all have wooden plaques with simple contents hanging around their necks, which can facilitate the identification and management of their subordinates.
And underneath the wooden sign, there is an inconspicuous black dot.
That black dot means that they are on a certain list with a total of 2,121 people.
Jiang Li specifically instructed that the disciples on the list should be concentrated as much as possible and arranged separately from other ordinary disciples.
So these forty-six people are actually targets.
The second clone reached out and grabbed the other person's neck, lifting the honest-looking young man into the air.
"You don't have to pretend in front of me."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Before the pseudo-spiritual roots grow to a certain level, they cannot affect the host's mind."
Jiuyou's clone's hand gradually tightened like an iron hoop. But Zhao Asan's face turned red, his ears red, his eyes bulging.
A moment later, suddenly his greasy black hair began to turn white from the end, his muscles lost elasticity, his skin became dull and wrinkled, and his life was being quickly sucked out of him!
"This guest! This is the Manjianghong Inn, a property of the Sutra Library Valley. We are all outer disciples of the Sutra Library Valley. If we don't stop, we will call for help!"
There was a lot of movement on the side of Jiang Li's clone, which attracted the attention of many people. Several outer disciples nearby shouted this and ran towards the exit quickly.
However, a flying coffin stood in front of them.
"Don't you know now that you guys are allowed to come here to smelt ore because the soundproofing here is so good that you can't escape."
Dense and flexible roots suddenly protruded from the coffin, wrapping around the remaining forty-five people and pulling them into the coffin bit by bit.
The cultivation level of these disciples is almost negligible, and they have no power to resist at all.
puff!
After another moment, Zhao Asan opened his mouth and spat out a slightly shriveled seed.
These forty-six people were the more than two thousand children who were discovered by Jiang Li and others during the Yinnan Kingdom mission and were eventually brought back to the sect.
Relying on them, Jiang Li was appreciated and rewarded by the sect back then, and with the help of the sutra transmission token, he obtained the Guanyin Heart Sutra, which has benefited him so far.
But because of this, Jiang Li planted 2,121 time bombs for his sect.
Jiang Li has always cared about this matter, but because he was unable to directly tell the sect the reason and was afraid of being retaliated by parasitic monks who might be lurking in the dark, he never took action.
However, there is always cause and effect.
Without the merits of these two thousand pseudo-spiritual disciples, he would not have obtained the sutra-passing token, and without the sutra-passing token, he might not have obtained the Guanyin Heart Sutra.
It was precisely because of the second clone of the Guanyin Heart Sutra that he successfully mastered the Jiuyou branch, which could then be used to resolve these unstable factors.
As expected, the person who untied the bell must tie it.
If you sow the cause yourself, you have to deal with the consequences yourself.
Although the more beneficial causes and effects, the better.
Jiang Li controlled the spiritual root clone and threw the seed into the coffin.
In the coffin, the branch of Jiuyou tree looked a little shriveled.
The statue part left the main body and became the Qingshan layman in the Jindan stage. The trunk part of the main body only had a layer of bark as a support, which looked a bit miserable.
But even so, there is still no problem in dealing with a few of these newbies.
Each spiritual root seed was squeezed out of their bodies.
Generating a new spiritual root seed is quite troublesome. It not only requires specific resources, but also requires time to accumulate slowly.
Back then, the scale demon that was carrying the seed was captured by the convoy, and the scale demon tribe would attack the convoy with great fanfare just for a seed.
When he takes over the more than 2,000 spiritual root seeds in the sect as his own, will that spiritual root branch be so distressed that he goes crazy?