Chapter 494: The Ancestor Helps Save the Economic Crisis Faced with Yang Fushuo's questioning, Yang Keun Suk was speechless for a while Because Yang Keun Suk knows. Everything he says is right. He just didn't expect that Yang Fushuo had accumulated such a huge resentment. "I always thought you liked to make alchemy." Yang Keun Suk muttered to himself. At this time, Yang Fushuo had already huddled back in that corner, closed his five senses, and didn't want to communicate with anyone. A look of complete self-abandonment. Yang Keun Suk thought for a long time, but he didn't know what to say at this moment. You mean the family didn't treat you as a tool? But Yang Fushuo has been refining elixirs for his family for decades, and most of the profits have been given to the family. Yang Fu's training, Yang Feng's training, Yang Shi's defense against aliens, the formation of Guangming City Yang Fushuo has indeed been sucked dry by his family. Over the years, except for the annual offering of spirit stones, he has almost no sense of existence. And Yang Genshuo really didn't consider whether Yang Fushuo wanted to stay like this forever. He collected most of the spirit stones every year and distributed them to other members of the Yang family.

The Yang family withstood the impact of the demonic wind, Guangming City was built, and now the Danai Empire is about to be established. But Yang Fushuo, who had been silently contributing behind the scenes, has lost himself. Yang Keun Suk suddenly remembered something Back then, when Yang Fushuo and Shangguan Yixiao, a female cultivator from the Shangguan family, parted ways, he jokingly said, "When you have another chance in the future, come out and find me, or I can go find you." And after that, he never left Qidanlou again. That hazy and subtle feeling didn't have any sequel. Yang Fushuo even rarely sees his daughter Yang Qiangjin. Yang Qiangjin now followed Yang Fu to the Danai Dynasty. When he returned to his family, he could not see his only daughter. During this period, Yang Genshuo was busy with cultivation, the arsenal, the Tesla coil, and the micro-base, and ignored the crisis faced by Yang Fushuo. "If I had helped Fu Shuo when the [Immortal Pill] started to show signs of being boycotted and persuaded him to stop, perhaps it wouldn't have come to this point today." Yang Keun Suk felt a little guilty. He had already seen that the [Immortal Pill] was not a long-term solution, but he could not resist the temptation of tens of thousands of medium-grade spirit stones every year. This is an important economic pillar of the Yang family. "I always thought I could sell it for a few more years and then stop." "Alas, the ancestor's distribution was unfair." Regarding what happened today, Yang Keun Suk didn't want to blame Yang Fushuo for having no sense of collectivism. He felt that most of the responsibility lay with himself. He was too focused on the Danai Dynasty and liked geniuses like Yang Qiangjing and Yang Qiangzheng so much that he forgot about one of the former twin stars of the Yang family. He forgot that before the third generation was born, Fu Shuo was also the pride of the Yang family. Now he is sitting on the bench, becoming a tool for the family to earn spiritual stones, and is also wanted and hunted in Lingmiao Continent. After reminiscing for a long time, Yang Keun Suk [appeared] again. "Fu Shuo, from today on, the Yang family doesn't need you to make pills to earn spirit stones anymore. You can do whatever you like, and the family will fully support you." "Think about it first. When you make a decision, just tell me. I will always listen to you." "From now on, your path is up to you." It's time to let go.

Give Yang Fushuo a way out. After saying this, Yang Fushuo remained self-contained and indifferent. "Ugh" Yang Keun Suk looked at the other members of the Yang family, and at the same time, he had a special feeling in his heart. "It's time to let the rest of the Yang family know that Yang Fushuo doesn't owe the family anything. From now on, everyone must find a way to earn spirit stones together." "If Yang Feng wants to draw again, then he can use the spirit stones he earned." "It's time for the Danai Empire to transform from a vampire into a producer." This time, Yang Genshuo wants to reform the family's deformed economic situation and let the Yang family of the Danai Dynasty establish its own industry to obtain more spirit stones. "However, it is too hasty to cut off the economy right now. We cannot let the economic problems affect the establishment of the Danai Empire this year. This cannon must be fired thoroughly!" This is related to the "establishment of an empire" plan that the Yang family has been preparing for ten years. It is the Yang family’s biggest plan at the moment. From now on, the Danai Dynasty will completely end the chaotic ruling situation of the past and completely centralize power in the Yang family! From now on, the Danai Dynasty has only one voice! He knew that this system was not perfect, but in the current wartime state, centralization was the only way to concentrate power to accomplish great things! The involvement of various people and the buck-passing will only delay the opportunity. "The biggest weakness of this system is that it relies too much on the personal ability of the leader. The first generation is often the best, and the ones that come after it get worse and worse, causing more and more trouble until the entire empire collapses." "But because immortal cultivators have extremely long life spans, the father-daughter combination of Yang Fujian and Yang Qiangjing alone can keep the Danai Empire prosperous for at least 400 years. This time is also enough for me to find the next successor." "As long as I'm there to back it up, there won't be any major problems with the system." Yang Keun Suk is very confident. "And in order to accomplish this great goal this year, I need to earn some more spiritual stones as a reserve." No matter how good the words are, they are not as good as the good economic situation. Yang Qiangjing only started contacting the Zhao family this year to export the monster products. The profitability in the short term is worrying. Before other members of the Yang family figure out a way to make money from spirit stones, the Yang family will have a vacuum period. Yang Keun Suk is ready to take action himself to help the Yang family get through this. "In that case, let's print more [Heavenly Secret Talismans] this year!" "Sell 10,000 mid-grade spirit stones to fill this year's hole." After Yang Genshuo finished speaking, he went to his own printing studio to operate it. Because of years of production, he has accumulated a lot of materials for the [Heavenly Secret Talisman]. Even if he doesn't replenish it for the time being, it is enough for him to use. "Nowadays, on the black market, the price of a [Heavenly Secret Talisman] is 300 medium-grade spirit stones. Thanks to the stable shipment volume over the years, the price has been maintained at a good level." Earlier, the first one was sold at a high price of 1000 medium-grade spirit stones, making a big profit. Later, as the Yang family shipped more products every year, it was no longer a rare item, and the price kept falling, eventually approaching its own value. The market is willing to exchange 300 medium-quality spirit stones for this life-saving talisman.

If the Yang family ships more products, the price may drop in the second year. Therefore, the Yang family used to sell about 10 tickets every year to maintain this price, and it would not be shocking. Everyone assumed that there was a disciple from the Tianji Sect who came to sell it every year to earn some spirit stones. "We need to sell more this year. At least 33 more tickets are needed to make up for the loss of Qidanlou. So let's sell 43 tickets this year." After Yang Keun Suk calculated this number, he was scratching his head again. "Although there are always customers on the black market, this consumable is considered a high-end product. Are there so many people willing to take it?" Every year when there are 10 copies, they can all be sold out, but this year the shipment volume has increased by 330%. I wonder if there will be so many buyers. After checking, Yang Genshuo found that he had enough materials to make about 50 pieces of [Heavenly Secret Talisman]. "Just do it. At worst, we can sell them all at a lower price." Yang Keun-suk operates the agency's printer and starts printing! In the Dragon Palace that Yang Genshuo is not paying attention to for the time being. Yang Fushuo, who had been lying there, had two lines of hot tears slowly flowing from the corners of his eyes. "Haha~ Trash is trash. When something happens, they will just hide in the corner and cry." A familiar voice was transmitted to Yang Fushuo's consciousness. Yang Fushuo suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. "who!?" On the Tree of Life that soared into the sky, a red-haired girl slowly descended. A huge aura unique to the dragon clan enveloped her. Yang Fushuo stared into her eyes as if he was staring at a giant dragon that covered the sky and the sun. "Dragon Lord, Kuntukuta Katikotsuwasirasong." When Yang Fushuo heard the name, he rolled his eyes and lay down again, without any pressure at all. "Tsk~ I thought it was someone else. Turns out it's Xiao Hong. I'm in a bad mood right now and don't have time to bother with you. Go eat your fried chicken." The girl's delicate face instantly flushed, and she said angrily: "Damn it, calling my name, asshole!" "asshole." Yang Fushuo responded. The little dragon suddenly became even redder and warmer. "Do you want to taste the Dragon Lord's breath? I guarantee that your tenth-level foundation building strength will not last a breath in front of me." "random." Yang Fushuo turned over with a look of despair. When Charmander saw him acting like a dead pig that was not afraid of the heat of dragon's breath, he gritted his teeth and forgot what he was here for. He just wanted to teach this guy who was always speaking rudely a lesson. But if a person is not even afraid of death, what else can she do? Hearing that the little fire dragon behind him had fallen silent, Yang Fushuo became even more disdainful. "That's it? I thought I was in the Dragon Palace back then. I was ready to die today. Living a second is too much. Even if you become a dragon lord, what can you do to me?"

The little fire dragon's nose spewed fire, burning Yang Fushuo's skin, but Yang Fushuo was not afraid at all. Instead, he said even more fiercely: "Waste? Excuse me, you and your dragon clan are all waste!" "What did you say!? Do you really want to die?" Charmander's face turned gloomy, and he had completely forgotten that he was planning to come down to enlighten the guy who helped him ascend to the position of Dragon Lord. "Isn't that what I said?" Yang Fushuo simply stood up and became more and more excited as he spoke. "You are guarding such a huge treasure in the Dragon God Palace, with resources that countless cultivators cannot obtain in their entire lives. You eat wisdom fruits as food, and your cultivation has grown to an unknown level. Even so, you dragons can only cower in the Dragon God Palace and command my little nephew to do things for you." "What are you afraid of? What on earth are you afraid of!? Huh?" "Don't look at your straight legs, thin waist, and chest... Ugh! I mean your spine! The backbone of your dragon race is broken!" "The Dragon Clan? Haha~ They are just a bunch of rubbish that our human ancestors have defeated!" After Yang Fushuo finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, as if he had released the depression that had been hidden in his heart for some time. readily! He has no grudges against the dragon clan, but now he just wants to scold anyone who tries to bully him! Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment. Is there anything more enjoyable in the world? After hearing this, Charmander's face changed from gloomy to bright, and a raging fire broke out in the Fairy Palace! Yang Fushuo only felt that he was not facing a dragon clan, but an immortal who controlled the laws of heaven and earth. He could do nothing, and his spiritual consciousness would be burned to ashes by the scorching flames. "I'm going to die? It doesn't matter if I die. I've already reached this point. I have completely lost everything. It doesn't matter anymore." At this moment, the memories in his mind were playing like a kaleidoscope, and every detail of his childhood was replayed clearly before his eyes. He is naughty and playful, completely different from his sensible and precocious brother Yang Fu. Ever since I heard the voice of the ancestor and saw the blessings bestowed by him, I have been calling him constantly, wanting to chat with this mysterious ancestor. His father warned him not to bother the ancestor unless necessary, but he didn't listen. He loved talking to the old ancestor, who never disliked him and would patiently chat with him late at night, just like an old grandfather he always carried with him. The old ancestor’s thoughts are very strange. Many things are different from what my father said. He has accepted a lot of words and ideas from the fairy world. He became more lively, his mind worked faster, and he gained more and more favor from the ancestor. He knew that the ancestor must like him more than his brother. The old man always said that he was more like him. Two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of Yang Fushuo's eyes again. Thinking of what the ancestor said at that time, a trace of regret surged in his heart. "Grandfather, I shouldn't have said that." 'I'm just so sad that I've lost everything' "It's so hard for me to be alone. Why don't you help them and not me? This is unfair to me." Yang Fushuo thought so in his heart, but did not call the ancestor. And the next moment, the flame disappeared instantly.

The Dragon Palace was still filled with spiritual energy, and the Tree of Life exuded a strong breath of life. Yang Fushuo's five senses were opened, and the world embraced him again. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked at Charmander. "You won't kill me?" The little girl looked at him and chuckled, as if all her anger had disappeared. "Why should I kill you?" "Because I talked back to you?" "But you are right to talk back. I like your talk back. I am indeed afraid. When the era of great strife came, I did not lead the dragon race out of the mountains, did not help the human race, and did not join forces with all other races to deal with the human race. I just stayed here and ate fried chicken." "Are you still planning to deal with the human race?" Yang Fushuo asked in surprise. "Well, the Dragon Ancestor left a will. Five thousand years later, when the era of great strife comes, I can observe the situation and wait for an opportunity to act. If the human race is powerful, I will help the human race suppress the rebels. If the myriad races are fierce, I will stab the human race in the back at the critical moment and completely exterminate your powerful and terrifying race." "You told me this secret because you didn't want me to get out alive?" Yang Fushuo's face darkened when he thought of this kind of thing. "No, no, no, you misunderstood me, Fu Shuo. How could I bear to let you die here?" Yang Fushuo: “???” Looking at the little girl with a smirk on her face, a red word slowly floated out of his mind. Dangerous! "What do you want to do?" "Of course it's as you wish, leaving the Dragon Clan Palace." "Oh, I thought it was. It scared me." "Ride you." "?" PS: I would like to recommend my good friend Tietie’s new book, “Practicing Taoism from Mr. Fox”, which is an authentic classical book on Taoism and full of immortal flavor. It has a very good reputation so far. If you are interested, you can go and have a look. (End of this chapter)