Jiu Cai Rong was still chattering incessantly:
"Sir, we have to increase our numbers. It isn't that our function lacks unique monopolistic value—we simply don't have enough people! With a limit of only one million, what use are we across this vast battlefield?"
"Our market share can't rise mainly because we've already hit the population cap."
"Even a small country on the continent of a minor world has an army of a million. Other people influence the battle through tens of millions, even billions, of soldiers."
"For now, we can only take the elite-soldier route."
"This is such a huge slice of cake. We're destined to eat only a small bite."
Jiu Cai Rong complained bitterly.
Ning Zheng, however, didn't think there was any problem.
The core issue right now was that there weren't enough Life Dao Fruits. He needed to obtain several more before he could expand the population.
Or perhaps he could use the position of the divination treasure to employ spatial turbulence, fish the Esteemed Immortals' furniture out from afar, and find a functional treasure similar to this one that could expand their numbers?
But right now...
Heaven's secrets were obscured, and divination had become more difficult.
The price of Esteemed Immortal furniture had risen from 800 billion to 3 trillion. Ning Zheng couldn't afford the cost of the divination treasure's position.
How could he possibly compare himself with the treasuries of the Esteemed Immortals, which contained huge quantities of ancient tomb furniture accumulated over countless generations? Compare their numbers? Compare who had more money?
Ridiculous.
It was enough to earn a little money.
Did he really think he could compete with them?
Coveting too much wasn't a good habit, especially in front of those shrewd and crafty Esteemed Immortals. Ning Zheng had taken only one ladle