The Emperor is Above

Chapter 219 It's not easy to feed a giant
"Ah wu——"

The little fox called softly, its fluffy little tail wagging constantly.

The suspicious looks of Wang Mangqiji, Wang Mangqubing, Jiang Ji and Gongsun Wu also turned into shock.

They suddenly found themselves in the endless starry sky, and the souls of the twelve Wangmang giants also emerged from their bodies.

Qing Yi noticed that the souls of the twelve giants were dark blue and were entangled in dense and strange black threads. He estimated that this was the soul curse cast by the high priest of the Black Wind Tribe.

The eleven unconscious giant warriors were trapped in this unfamiliar environment, looking helpless, shocked and frightened. They shouted desperately but could not make any sound.

Fortunately, the Wangmang Fish King still had some prestige and tried hard to calm them down. Only then did they stop running anxiously, close their eyes and wait for the little fox to treat them.

The starlight projected from the endless starry sky brings peace of mind to people, constantly cleansing the souls of the twelve Wangmang giants, causing the black threads to continuously dissolve.

"How dare you challenge my divine power? Who dares to take my sacrifice?"

At the moment the black silk melted, a majestic voice was heard, and the countless melted black silk threads turned into a majestic phantom of a god.

The phantom was almost transparent, with the facial features and expressions blurred and only a vague outline could be seen, but the six arms left a very deep impression on people.

"Ah wu——"

The little fox was slightly stunned, and then the sky full of stars suddenly lit up, and the rich starlight shone directly on the phantom of the god, quickly melting it and making it disappear completely.

"Ah! Damn mortals—"

The phantom of the god didn't have time to threaten anyone before it was easily destroyed by the little fox, making people think it was just an illusion.

"Could it be a projection of the Black Wind God just now?" Jiang Ji said with lingering fear, "I think it should be. No wonder the soul curse of the Black Wind Tribe's chief priest is so difficult to break free from. It turns out that he used the souls of these Wangmang giants as sacrifices to the Black Wind God."

"The Black Wind Tribe is indeed vicious. As long as these curses are set up in the souls, no matter whether the Wangmang giants obey or resist, their souls will sooner or later become sacrifices to the Black Wind God."

As Qing Yi spoke, his heart was moved. The projection of the Black Wind God's clone was very weak, but the little fox was only a sixth-rank exotic beast, but it was able to use starlight to melt and destroy it. Could this be a way to restrain the Black Wind God?
As the two were talking, the black threads in the souls of the twelve Wangmang giants quickly disappeared, and their souls under the starlight became crystal clear without a trace of impurities.

"Ah wu——"

Following the soft cry of the little fox, the twelve souls slowly floated back to their respective bodies. After the stars in the sky disappeared, everyone still felt as if it was a dream.

At this time, Wangmang Fish King was the first to wake up. He said excitedly: "Qi Ji, Qu Bing, I feel relaxed all over now. If I didn't know that my injuries have not recovered yet, I would have wanted to fight with the water beasts in the Zhenze water right now!"

Then he bowed to the little fox and thanked him, and then he said to Qing Yi solemnly: "My life, Wangmang Fish King, was saved by the Lord. From now on, I will obey your orders."

At this time, the other eleven Wangmang clan giant warriors also woke up one after another. They understood what had happened in a trance state and felt relaxed and comfortable.

When they learned about Gu Qiu's treatment in the past month, they were all grateful and said with tears streaming down their faces: "Lord, you didn't help the Black Wind Tribe with us, but you saved our lives in such a great way. We are desperate and can only repay you with our lives. Please don't abandon me, Lord."

Facing the pleas for loyalty from the twelve Wangmang giants, Qing Yi did not act coyly. He smiled and pointed at the two giant boys and said, "Wangmang Qiji and Wangmang Qubing are my brothers. Although we have only been together for a few months, they are like relatives reunited after a long separation.

Now the Black Wind Tribe has captured the Wangmang clan and enslaved many uncles and elders, just like enslaving my family members. Please rest assured that we will find a way to rescue all the trapped Wangmang clan members within three to five years." "Brother Qingyi, thank you so much!" The two giant boys were so moved that their eyes were filled with tears.

The twelve Wangmang clan giant warriors could not help but show a hint of joy, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground and said, "Thank you, Master. We will serve you till our death."

Qing Yi smiled and waved his hands, saying: "No need to thank me, since you have joined my army, of course I have to rescue your relatives and families, not to mention that I also have a grudge against the Black Wind Tribe for killing my father.

Although the curse in your souls has been broken, the injuries to your bodies still require at least a month of recuperation. If you need anything, just let Qi Ji and Qu Bing tell me."

Amid the grateful shouts of the twelve Wangmang clan giant warriors, Qing Yi turned around and left. Although the two parties have currently established a master-servant relationship, it is only a good start. It depends on how they get along in the future.

Although the giants of the Wangmang clan are simple in temperament, there is no guarantee that every one of them is a loyal and honest person. After all, after suffering hardships such as being robbed by the Black Wind Tribe, it is inevitable that their temperaments will change drastically.

Qing Yi plans to continue observing and waiting for a while to see if they have any bad habits before deciding whether to teach them the Wangmang giant's cultivation method.

After just a few days, Chai Yong was the first to complain: "My Lord, these twelve Wangmang giants look very imposing with their bodies of three feet and five feet, but their appetites are indeed very large.

A large bucket of corn rice weighs 70 to 80 kilograms, which is enough for 20 men to eat for one meal. Each of them eats five buckets per meal, which means one person eats as much as hundreds of people. How can we afford to feed them? "

Hei Weng, who was discussing matters with Qing Yi nearby, couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this and said, "A bucket of 80 kilograms of rice requires 40 kilograms of corn to steam and cook.

A Wangmang giant would eat two hundred kilograms of corn in one meal. The amount of food he ate for three meals a day was equivalent to the corn output of ten acres of land in the past. Even if the corn yield in Guqiu increased now, it would still take at least five acres of land.

To feed these twelve Wangmang giants, more than 22,000 acres of corn harvest would be needed each year. If one had to feed their families in the future, even more food would be needed.

No wonder I heard when I was a child that a long time ago, there were many giants in this northern wilderness, and many of them starved to death because of famine. Now it seems to be really possible. Qingyi, you must think it through carefully. "

Qing Yi was really shocked when he heard about the horrific appetite of the twelve giant warriors. No wonder the Golden Rooster Tribe was so stingy and disliked the two giant boys for eating too much and were reluctant to feed them enough.

It now seems that the food produced by the tens of thousands of acres of fields on the solitary hill is not enough to feed the twelve Wangmang giants for half a year. Fortunately, Mu Ling was entrusted to help cultivate the seeds of spiritual rice and spiritual potatoes.

He said to Chai Yong and Hei Weng, "The Wangmang giants do eat a little too much, but we will plant spiritual potatoes, golden rice, and spiritual rice on a large scale in the future. Not only will the yield be greatly increased, but it will also reduce their appetite at each meal."

After finally calming down Hei Weng and Chai Yong, Tun Shigu came over with a distressed look on his face, "Brother, we are about to leave Guqiu, and you are planning another big project?

It took a lot of effort to build the house for Qi Ji and Qu Bing, and now we have to build a house for the twelve giants. Even if we work together, we won’t be able to find so much suitable wood in a short time.”

Qing Yi hesitated for a moment before replying, "Brother Shi Gu, even if I can be promoted to a high-ranking official for my military achievements, I still have to live in Guqiu for another winter. We can't let the twelve Wangmang giants continue to sleep in the shed during the winter, right?

If there is a lack of materials, we can dig a row of large pits on the sunny slope of the hill, and build houses for them half underground and half above ground. This will save materials and provide excellent insulation against the cold."

After finally sending Tun Shigu away, Qing Yi was speechless. He didn't expect that taking in twelve Wangmang clan giants would be such a huge pressure.

"It's not easy to feed a giant!"

After sighing in his heart, Qing Yi helplessly wandered around the lonely hill, and suddenly he heard a familiar laugh: "Yi boy, you have done a great thing!"

(End of this chapter)