Chapter 1187
Zhu Zonghu's fief was called Sleeping Foothills. There were only three hundred thousand households here, totaling more than 1.4 million people. Most were borderfolk and convicted people who had been relocated here, along with bonded slaves responsible for mining.
As it had long lain in a remote region, many people here were illiterate, let alone was there anything like a Creation factory. King Xi's decision to grant him this place was clearly no more than a perfunctory gesture.
Some among the Hao Clan had initially seen Zhu Zonghu receive his fief and thought King Xi was trying to support this heir, maintaining a balance against Zhu Yeheng. They had eagerly come to join him, only to be doused with a basin of cold water upon learning where the fief was. Some immediately turned and left; only a very few gritted their teeth and remained.
Zhu Zonghu had long known how barren this fief was. Yet precisely because of that, he had not encountered opposition from the old inhabitants of the Upper Layer during this process. What he urgently needed now was a place to gain a foothold, to nurture and expand his own power, rather than continue living under another's roof.
Standing atop the Ring Hall, he looked over the city territory that had begun to take shape and sighed. "I never expected it to have assumed such a form in so short a time. We truly have Mr. Yin and the others to thank."
Daoist Wang agreed. "Every one of these celestial beings is a great talent!"
A year had now passed since he and Yin Huanting had formed their alliance. In that single year, more than twelve hundred mystic cultivators had arrived here, with still more on their way.
It was not that some disciples were