Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Dao Soldier Seeds

Originally, the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship housed only two real controllers besides countless earth’s magnetic force puppets—Little Peach Red and Mi Qing.

But when Fang Lie entered his quarters, he found little foxes darting about everywhere.

Some had taken human forms resembling seven- or eight-year-old girls, running and playing wildly, while others remained in fox shapes, leaping and chasing each other.

Upon seeing Fang Lie, the little foxes paused briefly before swarming toward him, shouting, "Young Master! You’ve returned!"

Seven or eight girl-shaped foxes immediately clung to his legs, while others jumped onto his shoulders and head. Several tried squeezing into his arms.

These small creatures showed no malice—only eager affection. Their soft bodies carried a faint fox-scent that tickled Fang Lie’s nose.

Facing such cuteness, Fang Lie couldn’t muster anger. He chuckled helplessly while asking, "Who are you all?"

"I’m Ying Ying!"

"I’m—"

Dozens of voices chimed in simultaneously, creating unintelligible noise that made Fang Lie’s head throb.

As Fang Lie struggled, Little Peach Red and Mi Qing arrived.

Little Peach Red muffled a laugh at seeing Fang Lie buried under foxes before snapping, "Down, all of you! Line up properly as instructed!"

The Great Demon’s authority proved effective. Instantly, the foxes transformed into human shapes and formed orderly rows. More arrived until over a hundred stood assembled.

Fang Lie observed these carefully chosen youths. Though young, each possessed striking beauty. Their clear eyes sparkled with Wisdom, and their transformations showed no flaws—no tails or animal traits remained.

Complete transformation marked high demonic talent. These hundred-odd Green Fox Clan members represented nearly all their Talents—a remarkable feat for their diminished clan.

"Explain this," Fang Lie demanded.

"Young Master," Little Peach Red answered, "These are maids gifted by the Green Fox Clan—and your Dao Soldier Seeds."

Training Dao soldiers required selecting Talented youths as core trainers. Though Fang Lie knew the Green Fox Clan served as his mother’s Dao soldiers, their swift dispatch surprised him.

"Won’t losing so many Talents harm their clan?" he asked.

Mi Qing shook her head. "Their population nears 20,000, soon 50,000 when the Jin Family returns their kin. Losing a hundred matters little. These young ones burdened the clan anyway."

"Good," Fang Lie nodded. "You two will manage them. Teach basic Dao magic and supply sufficient spirit pills for cultivation."

"What privileges shall they receive?" Little Peach Red inquired.

"Equal to Mo Sect’s Inner Elite Disciples," Fang Lie declared casually.

Gasps erupted. The foxes trembled with tearful gratitude, while even Little Peach Red and Mi Qing stared wide-eyed. Those familiar with Fang Lie’s resources remained calmer, but the youngsters’ joy overflowed.

They grew up under the Jin Family’s cruel reign, long oppressed into believing themselves inferior slaves.

Never did they imagine Fang Lie would emerge like a shooting star, not only saving the entire Green Fox Clan but granting them such elevated status.

The Mo Sect stood as one of the world’s mightiest sects and the wealthiest. For its true Pillars – the Inner Elite Disciples – it spared no resources, investing tens of millions of spirit stones annually in each disciple’s cultivation.

These little foxes couldn’t fetch such value even if sold. Yet now they received equal treatment.

Such fortune lay beyond their wildest dreams before.

Tears streaming down their faces, the little foxes vowed, "Young Master’s kindness binds us to you for life!"

Seeing the weeping girls reminded Fang Lie of his own sisters. Pity swelled in his heart as he resolved to protect these loyal companions fate had tied to him.

Waving dismissively, he chuckled, "Enough tears now – red noses spoil pretty faces! Go freshen up."

"Yes, Young Master!" They curtsied deeply before scattering like blossoms in wind.

Seated in the hall’s central chair, Fang Lie inquired, "Are Little Hong and Little Yellow settled?"

Originally intending to surrender the Lost Forest’s Flower Demons to the sect, he’d kept them after the Green Fox Clan incident.

Though the Jin Family had plundered Ten Thousand Flower Valley’s essence, most blossoms remained. The Flower Demons instantly adored their new home, especially under the handsome, gentle Green Fox Clan’s management.

Without prompting, they vowed to stay permanently.

Scenically, Ten Thousand Flower Valley’s myriad spirit flowers outshone the mist-choked Lost Forest’s endless trees a thousandfold.

Fang Lie settled over a thousand Flower Demons here. Their modest Spiritual Energy consumption paled before their value in nurturing faster-growing, more abundant spirit flowers.

More flowers meant more Jade Peak Honey from Jade Peak – exponentially increasing Fang Lie’s profits.

A perfect arrangement demanding his attention.

Little Peach Red answered cheerfully, "All arranged! Uncle Qing welcomed them warmly, securing prime rooting spots under valley Formations’ protection. He’s even teaching them cultivation personally!"

"Excellent." Fang Lie nodded. "Ensure they receive full inner gate disciple benefits. Find suitable Dao magic for them – hire plant-type Great Demons as teachers if needed. These pioneers shall help recruit more when Lost Forest reopens in twenty years."

"Uncle Qing handles matters securely," Little Peach Red assured.

"Good. Prepare to depart for Iron-Walled Jin City tomorrow. The Bai family won’t surrender their prize without scheming."

"But what of our defenses here?" Little Peach Red fretted.

"Mo Sect’s territory deters invaders. 100,000 earth’s magnetic force puppets and the protective array suffice. Other family clans will rush to aid if needed, eager to curry favor."

Reassured, the attendants relaxed. That evening’s feast in Green Fox City saw both clans celebrating their bright future with copious wine.

Dawn found Fang Lie boarding his ship after the revelry. Days later at Iron-Walled Jin City’s outskirts, unease gripped him. The streets lay nearly deserted beneath shuttered shops, every hurried pedestrian wearing worry like a cloak – the ominous calm before a storm.