Hell Emperor.

Chapter 512 Shoufa
"Four thousand seven hundred million Yin De..."

Looking at the records on the stitched page, even Ye Jie, who was used to big scenes, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The amount of good karma Shoufa had accumulated was beyond Ye Jie's expectations. He felt that Shoufa was indeed a well-known Yin merchant, rich enough to rival a country. No matter how many evil immortals Ye Jie killed, they would probably not be able to match the good karma Shoufa had accumulated.

Looking at this amount of good karma, even Ye Jie felt a little frightened at this moment.

No matter whether it is a ghost or a ghost fairy, they cannot generate Yin De by themselves. Every bit of Yin De in Shou Fa was not granted by heaven and earth because of good deeds, but was obtained from mortals who turned into ghosts. The amount of Yin De is so rich that no one knows how many ghosts have lost everything for it.

After destroying Sanquxian and capturing Shoufa, Qingdi City also lost its actual leader. Ye Jie made a few moves to clear out the remaining remnants in the Chamber of Commerce and took over the place naturally.

Seeing this, Hua Xiaomei did not hesitate to mobilize her immortal essence and moved the merit stone tablet from Ziwei Hall over, and confirmed with Ye Jie:
"Do you want to bury the merit stele here? As long as the merit stele is buried, this Qingdi City will become the main city of Ziwei Palace. We will have roots in this continent and will no longer be floating duckweed in the vast expanse."

Ye Jie pondered for a long time, various thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally shook his head:
"No, burying the stele also means that we will be deeply bound to this city. If we encounter an extremely powerful enemy, we cannot abandon the city and escape, and we must defend it to the death. Right now we haven't gained a firm foothold, and we have offended many people. It can be said that we are in danger everywhere. If we bury the stele, I am afraid that the disadvantages will outweigh the advantages."

Su Miao also nodded and said, "With the strength and heritage of the Qinglian Palace, even the Mingling Palace, which has been operating for a hundred years, would be wary, not to mention you who are new here. If the merit stele falls into the hands of the enemy, I'm afraid even the position of the Palace Master will be in jeopardy. It's better not to bury it in an unfamiliar place easily."

After ordering the stone tablet to be moved back to the Tianji and placed under strict guard, Ye Jie took out the eight stitched pages and checked the contents.

[Life and Death Book Files: Qingdi City]

[Ownership: Ziwei Palace (occupied by force)]

[Population: Farmers 1230, Merchants 450, Civil Servants 170, Unemployed 24678]

【建筑：地方文书机构1、良田2250、污染田地45500、粮仓500、洞天住宅3、运输栈桥20、堆肥站50】

"really……"

After reading the message on the stitching page, Ye Jie understood.

After declaring war on Qinglian Palace and occupying Qingdi City, the ownership of the city also changed to Ziwei Palace.

Now, Ye Jie has become the nominal lord of Qingdi City. He can use all the buildings in the city and unlock the administrative options that carry the power of heaven according to his own options.

The news that Ye Jie occupied Qingdi City quickly spread throughout the city, causing an uproar. Soon, a ghost messenger informed Ye Jie that someone planned to see him.

Ye Jie nodded in agreement. Under the guidance of the ghost, an old man with gray hair and a hunched back came to Ye Jie. His skin was dark and weathered, with traces left by wind and sun.

"Palace Master Ye, I am here on behalf of the farmers in Qingdi City to discuss an important matter."

Ye Jie also learned his identity from the surrendered Chamber of Commerce members. The old man's name was Jia Shi. Although he had no cultivation, he was the most experienced farmer in the city. He had been farming since the establishment of Qingdi City. His words could also represent the ordinary people in Qingdi City.

Ye Jie spoke slowly: "Now I have declared war on Qinglian Palace, and Qingdi City has been occupied by me. If you insist on being loyal to Qinglian Palace, then I can only ask you to leave this city."

Jia Shi shook his head. "The farmers in Qingdi City don't care who collects their food. They just want to have land to farm. Now only one out of ten good farmlands outside Qingdi City remain. They have all been polluted by Pan Tianxie Zun and turned into barren soil. Farmers have no land to farm and many are unemployed. If this continues, even having enough food will become a problem. I'm afraid that all the farmers who are good at farming will leave, and Qingdi City's accumulation over the years will be destroyed..."

Jia Shi's face was filled with worry, and his hair had turned even greyer with anxiety. As a native of Qingdi City, he wanted to see the town decline more than anyone else.

Many years ago, this was just a poor little village. Apart from the fertile soil, it had almost no advantages. No immortal sect would care about this place, even if they gave it away for free because they thought it was too remote.

Thanks to the arrival of the Qinglian Chamber of Commerce, they established a huge clerical agency here, unlocked a series of administrative options that contained divine power, and made Qingdi City a full-time grain-producing town, which ushered in the future grand occasion.

However, the good times were gone. The demon god who was about to awaken caused panic among the people of Qingdi City. The attack of Pan Tianqi Zun made the fear of the city residents reach the extreme.

To make matters worse, even Qingdi City itself is now occupied by the Lord of Ziwei Palace. Without the support of Qinglian Chamber of Commerce, the decline of this city is inevitable. Countless mortals in the city will lose their jobs or even suffer worse.

Looking at Ye Jie, Jia Shi sighed. He didn't expect Ye Jie to solve these problems. What about the Lord of Yama Palace? Even if he had strong strength, he would know nothing about farming and couldn't accomplish anything. But for Qingdi City, he had to come.

After listening to what Jia Shi said, Ye Jie also understood what was going on. No wonder there were so many people unemployed in the archives of Qingdi City. It seemed that the impact caused by Pan Tianqi Zun was greater than Ye Jie expected.

"In that case, let's increase our manpower and purify the pollution left by Pan Tianqizun in the fields." Ye Jie said.

Jia Shi sighed, "Palace Master Ye, you don't know. If this could work, we would have done it long ago. Not to mention us, even the Sanqu Immortal in the Chamber of Commerce was at a loss for what to do about the pollution in the fields. I heard that the Sanqu Immortal's strength was enough to refine a river, but he couldn't even get rid of the pollution in the fields. What can we do?"

Ye Jie frowned. It seemed that the situation was indeed troublesome. After all, Pan Tianqizun was at the sixth level of realm. The pollution he left behind could not be removed by ordinary people. If he wanted to wait for this place to return to its original state, it would probably take a hundred years.

Jia Shi seemed to remember something, and said with a worried look on his face: "Although the pollution left by Pan Tian Xi Zun is not as bad as the legendary demon god Xiang Liu, it is still far beyond the ability of ordinary people to remove. According to legend, only the water dragon in the deep of the river can use pure water to disperse the pollution left by Pan Tian Xi Zun. However, the water dragon is far away in the North Sea, and it is separated from Qingdi City by thousands of miles, so there is nothing it can do..."

Hearing this, Ye Jie seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up. He turned and said, "Water Dragon... I'll find a way."

In addition to the polluted fields, there is another thing waiting for Ye Jie to deal with, which is to send Shoufa to reincarnation.

Ye Jie originally wanted Su Miao to send Shoufa to the Netherworld Palace and use the reincarnation passage of the Netherworld Palace, but Su Miao refused. She had just been to the Netherworld Palace not long ago and was unwilling to go again no matter what.

In desperation, Ye Jie had to find a solution himself. Fortunately, there was a local clerical agency here, which saved Ye Jie a lot of trouble.

On the eight-sided stitched page, the information that Ye Jie was looking for soon appeared.

[Administrative options available in Qingdi City:]

[Temporary reincarnation: ghosts are allowed to reincarnate here, and reincarnation-related facilities can be built. During temporary reincarnation, ghost messengers cannot receive the guide fee. Unlocking requires 100,000 Yin De.]

"One hundred thousand? Compared to those administrative options that cost hundreds of millions, it's not that expensive." Ye Jie commented. Having just earned 4.7 billion in Yin De, his pockets were now full, and he immediately unlocked the temporary reincarnation. [The temporary reincarnation has been added to the administrative agenda.]

【Build at least one reincarnation facility to advance the agenda.】

As the text on the stitched page appeared, soon a series of reincarnation facilities also appeared on the stitched page.

[Naihe Bridge Pier: Draw water from the netherworld to build a bridge to the other side. The other side is guarded by the ruler of the way of reincarnation, so there is no need to worry about ghosts escaping. Reincarnation is carried out according to the number of Yin De, and the highest level of reincarnation is the first level. When reincarnated, the memory of the previous life will be forgotten. Construction requires 100 million Yin De and 10 million kilograms of steel bones. ]

[Soul Devouring Rift: Open a crack leading to the Soul Devouring Abyss, and let the evil spirits suffer. The Soul Devouring Abyss is guarded by the Lord of the Demon Palace, so there is no need to worry about ghosts escaping from it. Construction requires 500 million Yin De and 30 million soul rhymes. ]

Naihe Bridge and Soul Devouring Abyss are the two most common reincarnation facilities. As long as one of them is built, the agenda needs can be met.

However, looking at the cost of construction, even Ye Jie couldn't help but frown. The reason was that building these reincarnation facilities was too expensive.

If it was just good deeds, it would be easy to deal with for now. However, Ye Jie didn't know where to find other materials besides good deeds. It seemed that he had to try other methods.

His eyes moved downwards, and soon, other buildings also caught Ye Jie's attention.

[Turning the Golden Wheel: The golden wheel engraved with all the laws contains the power of reincarnation. It does not need the guidance of ghost messengers. It automatically sends wandering souls in a large area into reincarnation and erases their memories. The level of reincarnation is determined by the consumption of Yin De. Construction requires 1 million Yin De, 10,000 catties of steel bones, 10,000 strands of soul essence, 10,000 strands of spiritual essence, and 1,000 wisdom consciousnesses.]

[Small Golden Wheel: A smaller golden wheel than the Golden Wheel. It has limited effects and requires a ghost messenger to guide it. The reincarnation effect is poor. There is a small chance that the memory of the previous life cannot be erased. The ghost messenger who guides the way needs to erase the memory on his own. The highest level of reincarnation is the seventh level. It cannot adapt to other administrative options related to reincarnation. Construction requires 100,000 Yin De.]

"Huh? What is this?"

Ye Jie looked at it carefully, and his eyes fell on the small golden wheel at the end.

The Small Golden Wheel only requires 100,000 Yin De to build, and it does not require any other underworld resources, so it can be said to be quite convenient.

However, as the saying goes, you get what you pay for. The power of the Small Golden Wheel is far inferior to the other powers. The highest power can only lead to a seventh-grade reincarnation with 10,000 Yin De. In the next life, there is not even a single innate magical power. Without innate magical powers, it is difficult to even become an immortal, and there will be no day to make a breakthrough in the immortal path.

The existence of innate magical powers determines the upper limit of a practitioner from birth. People without innate magical powers cannot practice even the most powerful skills, let alone break through the realm.

As Ye Jie's mind moved, the words on the stitched page reappeared:

[Bookkeeping of life and death:]

[In the spring of the 640th year of the Moro calendar, Ye Jie spent 100,000 Yin De to modify the Qingdi City building files.]

[The Small Golden Wheel has been added to the Qingdi City Building column. ]

The moment the words fell, a strange sound suddenly came from the document hall of Qingdi City.

A strange tower-shaped object broke out of the ground and stood in the document hall. Ye Jie, who heard the news, rushed over and was dumbfounded when he saw what he saw.

"Is this the small golden wheel? Isn't it too small?"

What appeared in front of Ye Jie was a miniature prayer wheel as long as an arm. The prayer wheel kept spinning on the ground. If it was left like this in the hall, one might step on it if he was not careful.

He scratched his head. The power contained in the small golden wheel, except that it was a little weaker, seemed to be no different from what Ye Jie had felt in the Golden Wheel Hall before. In this case, Ye Jie did not hesitate and summoned Shoufa's soul immediately.

"It's time to go. You said at the beginning that you would let me return to reincarnation, and now I won't kill you. I will give your soul a way out. This is fair, isn't it?" Ye Jie spoke slowly.

Shoufa's teeth were chattering, but now that things had come to this, he had no choice. Who made him take the wrong path and actually planned to kill Ye Jie? If he had known this would happen, he should not have believed Sanquxian's words.

Shoufa looked depressed. He took out a wooden plaque from his arms and asked Ye Jie, "Palace Master Ye... This is a nameplate carved by the Divine Phoenix Wutong. It was given to me by my master a long time ago. Can I take it with me on the journey?"

Ye Jie took a closer look and saw a word "Fa" engraved on the wooden sign. He thought it was a symbol of Shoufa's identity:

"I know the effect of the Divine Phoenix Wutong. A nameplate carved from this strange wood will ensure that you will be called this name in your next life. However, that requires unlocking the custom reincarnation administrative options in the underworld. Besides, the power of the Golden Wheel in front of you is limited and cannot be adapted to these administrative options. Even if you bring the nameplate, I'm afraid it will be useless."

Shoufa, however, held the name tag tightly, as if grasping at his last hope, and insisted: "The power of the Divine Phoenix Wutong is far beyond imagination. Besides, this is the territory of the Qinglian Palace after all, maybe it can work... This is the only thing I have, and I hope Palace Master Ye will agree."

Seeing this, Ye Jie agreed to his last request, slapped the golden wheel, and a strong pulling force came from the pocket sutra cylinder, sucking Shoufa's soul in.

"finished?"

Shoufa was trembling all over, not knowing what was waiting for him next, and a deep regret welled up in his heart.

Suddenly, his whole body felt cold, as if he was in the coldest winter, or trapped in a gloomy ghost prison, and he couldn't help but shiver.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the scenery in front of him had changed. Qingdi City and Ye Jie no longer existed. Instead, there were several completely unfamiliar faces.

A giant stretched out his hands from above and lifted him up with irresistible strength. No matter how Shoufa struggled, it was useless.

"Who are they? Are they monsters that eat ghosts?"

Just when Shoufa was terrified, he heard the man sighing, "Finally he was born... My son, from today on, you will be called Wu Fa!"

Hearing this, Shoufa's pupils trembled, and he suddenly realized something. He was about to speak, but as soon as the words came out, they turned into indistinct crying sounds.

(End of this chapter)