Chapter 460

Chapter 460: The Three Great Demon Clans

"I’ve got it!" Fang Lie exclaimed as if waking from a dream, gratitude evident. "Thank you for the warning, Father-in-law. I might’ve grown complacent with my current wealth! But I know nothing about wealth-building. How should I make money *with* money?"

"Hmm," Mo Qianxun stroked his chin. "Your existing ventures thrive, so expansion isn’t urgent. If you seek high returns while building strength, I recommend territorial expansion."

"Expansion?" Fang Lie frowned. "Explain."

"Beyond our Great Thousand World lie countless Small and Central Worlds," Mo Qianxun lectured. "Small Worlds cap at Purple Palace realm power, Central Worlds at Wind Tribulation Immortal level, while our Great Thousand World reaches Semi-Immortal strength. Territorial expansion means conquering one."

"With your current forces, you could challenge a Central World. Success brings unimaginable gains!" Mo Qianxun’s eyes gleamed.

"Truly?" Fang Leaned forward. "What rewards?"

"Take my own case," the older man chuckled. "Centuries ago, I conquered a Central World. After 200 years of rule, it now hosts billions across ten thousand nations. They mine resources and wage endless wars—their finest ores come to me, and their strongest warriors become my Dao soldiers!"

Mo Qianxun puffed his chest. "I command over a million Dao soldiers—all Wind Tribulation Immortal cultivators at minimum, each battle-hardened!"

"Impossible!" Fang Lie blurted. "How?"

"Dog demons breed like rabbits!" Mo Qianxun grinned. "Other Semi-Immortals favor rare breeds—Divine Beast bloodlines, Seventh-Rank minimum. The Sword God boasts Eighth-Rank dragonkin troops. Impressive? He’s got under a thousand. Losing one hurts. My hordes? I can lose millions and replenish them within a year!"

Fang Lie’s jaw dropped. "A year?!"

"Each litter births a dozen pups. They mature in years, reach Fifth-Rank peak within a century. Let them multiply unchecked, and they’d devour entire continents!" Mo Qianxun waved dismissively. "Hence the constant wars—weed out the weak, control numbers. Those reaching Sixth-Rank despite their world’s suppression become elite troops. Even Fifth-Rank reserves get promoted quickly here with proper training and pills."

"This," Mo Qianxun tapped the table emphatically, "is true strategy—endless numbers, steady advancement. Low-ranks generate wealth, high-ranks conquer. Perfection!"

"Brilliant!" Fang Lie’s eyes shone. "But my inherited Dao Soldier Seeds are Green Fox Clan—slow breeders. What now?"

"Two paths," Mo Qianxun held up fingers. "Innovate with foxes, or switch clans. Want suggestions?"

"Please!"

"For maximum growth, choose among three prolific demon clans: Rats, Dogs, or Pigs." Mo Qianxun counted off. "Rats multiply fastest—twenty per litter, mining experts by age one. Profitable, but weak fighters. Pigs breed slower but fight fiercely—dumb as rocks though. Dogs? My choice. Balanced numbers, decent strength, and unshakable loyalty."

He leaned closer. "Beware—Rat Kings scheme, Pig troops charge blindly into traps. Dogs? They’ll die for you without hesitation."

"I’ll need time to decide," Fang Lie murmured. "Where would I get these clans?"

Mo Qianxun waved magnanimously. "I’ll gift you a million-strong tribe! But don’t ask for a Central World—all discovered ones are claimed."

"Then how find unclaimed ones?"

"Rare auction items, ancient Secret Realm discoveries, or trade." Mo Qianxun’s eyes narrowed slyly. "Xuan Sect would trade worlds for their precious Taiyi Qingxu Cauldron."

Fang Lie shook his head. "Need that cauldron myself—to refine an Eighth-Rank High-Grade treasure stolen from Ghost Realm Sect. Bird Bro says Xuan Sect’s experts can bind it to me."

Mo Qianxun whistled. "An Eighth-Rank treasure? No wonder you’re smiling! Their three Semi-Immortals working a decade would cost that cauldron’s worth. Smart deal."

"Naturally." Fang Lie smirked.

"Lucky brat," Mo Qianxun grumbled, stabbing his meat with sudden vigor.