"Trade channels connecting the demon and human races?"
Surprise appeared on Fang Qianyuan's face when he heard this.
The Lynx-Cat Tribe was more than merely the messenger his father had entrusted with delivering a letter. They had their own opportunities and fortunes, and they, too, could grow and prosper.
Over the years, more and more lynx-cats had achieved success in cultivation. Miao Shihong had organized them and established a power together.
Thanks to their extraordinary ancestral gifts, all these lynx-cats were literate and skilled at calculation. In commerce, they were fish in water. Borrowing the might of the Demon God Palace and the White Tiger Hall, they had already opened channels with human merchant associations, taking their business beyond the barriers of race.
As an outstanding talent of a sect, Fang Qianyuan naturally understood the astonishing profits such trade between races could yield.
Humans excelled at processing, refining, and purifying all manner of treasured materials. They could supply finished products and improve techniques.
The Demon Race, meanwhile, occupied immortal mountains and blessed lands, as well as all manner of wild and perilous territories. Moreover, the many demon tribes fought and slaughtered one another, allowing them to plunder treasured materials as well.
With the cats borrowing the tiger's might, they could levy taxes on demon tribes across a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, acquire demon specialties relatively rare among humans, and then obtain through trade the various resources demons found difficult to come by. By establishing this cycle and taking a share of the profits, they could accumulate an endless stream of wealth and secure a lasting foundation for the Lynx-Cat Tribe for a thousand generations!
The only question was how they could consolidate these trade channels, or even establish a monopoly.
Forever living beneath another's roof was probably no