"You don't know how big the opportunity is around you now, and you don't know how powerful I am standing in front of you."

"Since you have sincerely joined me, I might as well treat you as one of my own."

"That's right, you heard me right."

"This thing that you regard as a sacred object is called marching rations in my Hanging City."

"Do you know why he is called that name?"

Demon Lord Beiwu stared blankly at Qin Yu in front of him.

His heart began to beat wildly.

He felt it, very clearly, that a huge opportunity was slowly appearing in front of him.

This will be an opportunity that will make the entire demon world tremble!

The huge impact in his mind at this time made him almost unable to think at all.

He shook his head dully, like a fool.

Qin Yu didn't want to get any correct answer from him.

He said it directly: "Because marching rations are not a good thing worth talking about."

"Just because the quantity is large enough, it is qualified to be used as rations during the march. Do you understand?"

Demon Lord Beiwu's pupils shrank slightly.

Although he had thought of this possibility before, the feeling he felt when he thought about it was completely different from when Qin Yu said it himself.

These are completely two different things.

"I... my subordinate understands."

Beiwu Yaojun paused, feeling that if he ended the topic like this.

You may never be able to sleep again after that.

So he asked the question that he wanted to ask the most: "I am bold and want to ask my Lord, how much are the marching rations in my Lord's hand?"

"Didn't the Lord tell his subordinates before that it would take a large amount of spiritual materials to be cultivated, and it would take half a year to harvest three hundred plants?"

Qin Yu laughed loudly: "That's just deceiving you."

"If the output of this march ration is only that little."

"How can I raise such elite men under my command?"

"Actually, this marching ration is in my hands. It only takes more than a month to mature."

"And once it matures, you can harvest this amount."

Qin Yu opened his five fingers and waved them in front of Beiwu Yaojun.

"Five...five hundred plants!"

"Hiss...you can harvest 500 plants in just over a month!"

"It's so scary!"

Beiwu Yaojun's face was full of shock.

Qin Yu:......

He shook his hand and said, "Guess again."

Demon Lord Beiwu's eyes suddenly widened.

He stared at Qin Yu as if he had seen a ghost.

Before he spoke again, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, making a "gurgling" sound.

"Isn't it five hundred plants?"

"Could it be said that...the Lord only needed more than a month to cultivate a total of five thousand plants?!"

"This...this is really..."

Qin Yu:......

I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone this stupid.

"It's smaller, the layout is smaller."

"As the lord of the Hanging City, I have over ten thousand soldiers under my command. Even the rules in this forbidden land cannot wipe me out. What do you think?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Beiwu Yaojun finally recovered from his shock.

Qin Yu's voice was like a thunder that resounded through the sky.

It hit the bottom of his heart instantly.

He was so shocked that his whole body was numb and shaking like chaff.

"Could it be that... it's fifty... fifty thousand plants??"

Demon Lord Beiwu asked cautiously.

He always felt that his question was a bit too funny.

In other words, the five fingers Qin Yu stretched out before did not represent the number five at all.

But it represents something else.

There must be another meaning!

If not.

In just over a month, 50,000 of these sacred plants can be harvested.

Beiwu Yaojun couldn't even imagine such a thing.

The effect of this divine object is too overpowering for him.

If there really were 50,000 such magical plants.

Don't talk about the power of blood.

He even dared to charge in the direction of the B-level bloodline power!

genius?

What the hell is that?

That’s fine if we don’t rise. If we really want to rise, if we don’t bring out a Holy Son, how can we be worthy of my hard work?

All kinds of thoughts appeared in Beiwu Yaojun's mind like a revolving lantern.

He felt that his Taoist heart was showing signs of instability at this moment.

He is a demon himself, and in his heart, the demon that only appears when human monks practice is almost appearing.

This kind of thing is simply outrageous. Just open the door to outrageousness.

Demon Lord Beiwu bit the tip of his tongue hard.

The severe pain made him stop the chaotic emotions in his heart.

His whole body calmed down again, and there was no longer any fluctuation in his heart.

Although such a transformation sounds complicated.

But when it happened to Beiwu Yaojun, it only happened in a blink of an eye.

Just after he told his guess about his monthly output of fifty thousand, he immediately said: "No, no, it can't be fifty thousand. Don't blame me, my Lord. My subordinates are indeed a little stupid."

Qin Yu:......

He looked at the strong man in front of him who looked a bit naive, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, I'll just tell you directly."

"What you just said is correct. I can indeed cultivate 50,000 marching ration plants in just over a month."

"If you can achieve more meritorious deeds in the future, I will naturally not be stingy with this marching ration."

Beiwu Yaojun:......

"My Lord, are you kidding me?"

"Fifty thousand plants!"

"hiss……"

"Fifty thousand plants a month?!"

"This is impossible!"

"The reason why the Lord said this is probably not as simple as it seems on the surface."

"I understand."
To be continued...