Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Klu bowed his head and gave another respectful bow before saying:

"Master, Kluben shouldn't have presumptuously commented on your decisions..."

But those lowly and foolish monsters are really not worth it!

All you need to do is give them a bite to eat and keep them alive.

It's really not right to give them one-tenth of the land's harvest as compensation; it pains Kru to see it.

"Kru feels so sorry for his master!"

Krue looked at Winters with a sincere expression, his eyes genuine and his words earnest, which was truly moving.

Krubi Winters was also distressed by the loss of production from his territory.

Winters did not immediately express his opinion; instead, he seemed somewhat relieved.

I'm relieved that Kluge's mind is still sharp enough to think of these things.

  

Winters, unusually patient, began to explain:

"This is the vision of the true dragon and you. If you only treat those demons as slaves, exploit them to the death, and squeeze them dry."

Then their work will be inefficient and their output will be limited.

Instead, I give them some rewards—the more they do, the more they get—so they'll work harder, and in the end, I'll get more.

Slavery was far too inefficient!

Winters' approach, on the contrary, can improve efficiency, increase output, and make a profit instead of a loss.

Moreover, Winters knew in his heart that this was not a true employment system, but more like a variant of slavery.

After all, the life and death of monsters are in Winters' hands; he decides their fate.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to then squeeze their savings out a little more reasonably?

Of course, it's about reasonable exploitation!

For example, opening a shop on the territory.

Let's get the casino up and running!

Let's get the tavern up and running!

Let's get Lanyue venue up and running!

Get whatever makes money fast!

Then slightly increase the odds at the casino and raise the prices of drinks at the tavern, etc.

The second round of exploitation begins.

Reducing some of the compensation in exchange for higher productivity. This logic was something he learned in school during his previous life, and it applied perfectly here.

In theory, the more wealth the monsters in his territory possess, the richer Winters will become.

Winters, who was a landlord for the first time, was surprisingly skilled and even a little excited.

Kluth seemed to understand, but still bowed respectfully.

"Your subordinate understands and will obey your orders, Master."

After saying that, he left Dragon's Nest.

Winters assessed Kru's condition.

It is very stable. The cultivation level of Zifu Golden Core Dao is at the second level of Fetal Breathing, and there is still halfway to the third level of Fetal Breathing.

The life level is four, which is a good sign of steady progress.

I checked Walker's condition again.

"Hey, Walker's training's not bad."

Winters sensed that Walker's "Formless Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic" had broken through to the second level.

In just a few days, Walker, who had never cultivated before, broke through to the second level, making rapid progress.

Winters was quite satisfied with the eleven taxes Walker had paid.

It was fed back into his own "Wuxiang Yijinjing" (a classic text on muscle and tendon cultivation). Although it wasn't much, every little bit helps, and it's better than nothing.

It seems that Walker has quite a talent for cultivating this technique, which can be considered an unexpected surprise.

Originally, they wanted to kick Walker out of Fukuda, but now it seems unnecessary.

Winters then emerged from the dragon's lair and stood atop the rock, overlooking the territory below.

As dusk fell, wisps of smoke rose from the territory, trees stretched out in large swaths within the planted areas, and starlight still twinkled in the distant fishing grounds.

The territory is gradually expanding, and the future looks promising.

Winters watched all this, lost in thought.

The next day, Winters did not rush to practice the [Pleiades Technique], but instead took out the [Wind Qi] cultivation tax paid by the golden eagle.

Then, I took several mature spiritual plants that had been imbued with the aura of the Pleiades, including: White Jade Valley and Mountain Ginseng.

I tried to infuse the wind energy into this spiritual herb, hoping to cultivate a spiritual object of the [Wind Energy] lineage.

After trying again and again, either the spiritual energy dissipated or the spiritual herb withered. It took most of the day to finally produce one, but the spiritual energy was mottled, the appearance was flawed, and it was unsightly.

Winters looked at the herb and shook his head inwardly.

It seems that we cannot directly change the lineage of existing spiritual objects; doing so would ultimately result in a defective product.

We must start from scratch, nurturing the seed slowly with cultivation tax, step by step.

He put away the defective products.

Over the next two days, Winters completely immersed himself in rigorous training.

While honing his Pleiades magic under the scorching sun, he also carved divination patterns on his dragon scales and practiced the "Six Senses of Brahma Sound and Multiple Hearings".

Winters was quite captivated by the sense of fulfillment that came from steadily improving his strength and constantly elevating his life.

It's actually more comfortable than the old days of just eating and sleeping.

The three-day period passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, Winters first confirmed that there were no problems with the affairs of the territory, and then put away the two jars of Three Flower Honey together with the broken White Jade Valley Spirit Seed.

With a thought, he pierced through the barrier between the two worlds.

After arriving at a remote mountain forest outside the market of the cultivation world, he placed his belongings on the ground and then his main body traveled back to the Western Fantasy World.

Winters once again focused his divine sense on the golden eagle of Futian.

As soon as I opened my eyes, Crow King also woke up.

Winters, who had just transmigrated, immediately ordered Crow to go outside the market and retrieve the items.

Lord Crow, being quite sensible, didn't ask any further questions and accepted the order to leave.

He then returned in surprise with the items, especially the [Wind Qi] spirit object, which he clutched tightly in his arms, unable to put it down.

After all, he would increase his cultivation by eating this spiritual object, so he would definitely cherish it.

Just then, the two magical earrings suddenly became hot, and Bai Ling's clear, cold voice rang out:

"Meet at the dead woods seven miles west of the market."

The crow's earrings rang, and he heard it too.

A eagle and a crow took flight.

Leaving the market town and passing through the thin mist, you soon arrive at the withered woods to the west.

Several figures stood in the dead trees.

Bai Ling stood in the center, her pure white figure standing out against the gray, withered trees, exuding an ethereal aura.

Three figures stood beside her, some demons and some humans.

A human cultivator dressed in tattered clothes.

Slovenly, clutching a black sword, he was leaning against a tree drinking, his eyes glazed over, his breath barely registering his cultivation level.

One is a three-meter-tall black-haired ape demon.

He wielded two giant axes, was muscular, had a fierce and menacing appearance, and his aura was also at the mid-stage of Qi Conquest.

There was also an old woman with a cane.

Its body was covered in dark green scales, making it extremely ugly. Its aura was the most profound, indicating it was in the late stage of Qi cultivation.

Beside them, Cat Big Mouse Three stood timidly in the line.

I don't know why he's here too.

Winters sensed the strength of the people in front of him and nodded inwardly.

This lineup should be enough to deal with a late-stage Fire Mage cultivator.

Of course, it should be.

We must rule out the possibility that the human cultivators possess any top-tier magical artifacts or heaven-defying methods.

Moreover, Winters had a vague feeling that the strongest among them was probably not the old woman with the most profound aura.

Instead, it was the disheveled human cultivator carrying a black sword.

Because he heard a metallic clang from a sword through his piercing ear.

The voice sounded extremely sharp and menacing.

It's likely that this human cultivator is practicing the [Metal Virtue] path.

Currently, we are in the midst of the mystical phenomenon of "Floating Light Leaping Gold," which provides benefits to cultivators of the Metal Virtue in all aspects and should not be underestimated.

Winters and Crow had just flown overhead.

Bai Ling, who had already sensed the commotion, immediately said coldly:

"Everyone's here, let's set off."