Wang Quan spoke, and the ghosts and monsters swarmed over.
Residence No. 95 in the Underworld had split into thirty-six factions of varying sizes because of material gathering, living conditions, and other factors.
The building faction had the most ghosts and monsters, but was the weakest.
The underground city had the fewest ghosts and monsters, but was the strongest.
Thirty-five ghosts and monsters and one human cultivator gathered in the council hall.
At the sight of Wang Quan, they hurriedly knelt and bowed. "Greetings, Lord Flower-Scatter."
Wang Quan nodded. "Everyone, how are the materials you've been gathering for me coming along? When can you forge my Magic Treasures?"
The ghosts and monsters exchanged glances, then all looked toward the human cultivator.
Drip!
The human cultivator represented the underground city faction. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he spoke quickly. "My lord, we've been gathering red copper and casting red copper millstones."
"We've already cast twelve hundred millstones."
"But we've only begun refining ten of them."
"By our calculations, it will take at least another hundred years to finish refining those ten millstones."
Wang Quan frowned.
The [Celestial Pivot Divine Sand] required at least a hundred red copper millstones to forge a first-tier Magic Treasure.
But at their current pace, it would take a thousand years to gather enough materials for the otherworldly Magic Treasure.
"Why is your efficiency so low?"
The human cultivator swallowed. "The Underworld lacks many of the materials needed to refine the millstones."
"We need to gather them in the Present World."
"But our influence in the Present World is too weak. We have few cultivators and spirit monsters under our command, and few Green Beetles, so we're accumulating materials slowly."
Wang Quan frowned. "Too slow."
He paced with his hands behind his back, countless thoughts colliding