World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 163 - 163 120 Land of Miracles 150000 Gold Coins!_2

163: 120: Land of Miracles, 150,000 Gold Coins!_2 163: 120: Land of Miracles, 150,000 Gold Coins!_2 The words had barely left their lips when the hearts of everyone present filled with an immense sadness.

Indeed, they could no longer return to the royal city, nor to Tianshui City.

In this vast world, there was no place for them to settle down.

“The vast world, and yet there’s not an inch of land for the Suo to call their own?” A samurai said, overwhelmed by a sense of desolation.

Suo Mu’s eyes reddened as he hoarsely said, “Otherwise, you lead us to the southern borderlands.

It’s a lawless land, and we would fight to the death to secure a place for our master to settle down.”

“Hahaha…” Suo Lun laughed, “Who says we don’t have a place to call our own?

This Chaos Stone Island is our place of refuge.

With its more than three thousand square kilometers, isn’t it enough for us to live on?”

Gazing at the island strewn with stones, all the family samurais thought to themselves, “Nothing can grow on this island, not even a blade of grass.

Settling here, even if we wanted to eat grass, there’s none.

Are we supposed to eat rocks?”

Suddenly, Suo Ningbing looked up and asked, “Brother, is this the territory you were so determined to wrest from the hands of Gui Xingfu?”

“Correct,” Suo Lun replied.

“It is with this land that I will earn a hundred and fifty thousand Gold Coins within five months and gather an army of twenty thousand.”

As these words were spoken, all the samurais present were frightened, glancing at each other in shock.

Because they all had come to the same conclusion: their master had gone mad.

After a series of blows, he had completely lost his mind.

This Chaos Stone Island had nothing but stones and sand, not a grain of food could be grown.

Yet the master was saying he would earn a hundred and fifty thousand Gold Coins using this barren land in five months—was this not madness?

Only his sister, Suo Ningbing, looked at him with utmost trust.

“Let’s go to the north side of the island to welcome our first batch of settlers,” Suo Lun said.

He then mounted his horse and galloped towards the north of the island.

The entire group had only twenty horses and several dozen mules, all of which were loaded with food.

Even the hundred family samurais each shouldered hundreds of pounds of food.

The total of more than seventy thousand pounds of food represented all of Suo Lun’s possessions.

…

Carrying food and a sense of despair, over a hundred family samurais trekked along the coastline towards the north.

They passed the large mountain on the island and finally arrived at the northern tip of Chaos Stone Island.

The terrain in the north of the island was even flatter, with endless sandy beaches everywhere, and finally, they could see a few weeds here and there.

These were all saline-alkaline soils where only a few types of weeds could survive; the thought of growing crops was utterly fanciful.

After more than four hours of walking, Suo Lun and his followers arrived at the only settlement on Chaos Stone Island, entering what was referred to as a…

village.

Then, not only Suo Lun, but everyone behind him was completely dumbstruck.

This, this was a village?

It was nothing short of hell!

The ground, were those people?

Why did they look even less than ghosts?

What was called a village was actually a few hundred small, dark mud houses scattered on the flat lands near the sea.

These houses didn’t even have thatch, consisting only of mud and stones.

And in front of every mud and stone house was a large stove made of stones, but the pots that should have been atop them had disappeared.

What was even more chilling was the sight of several hundred pitch-black people lying motionless on the ground, giving an impression of corpses everywhere.

Each was emaciated, and even with Suo Lun and others’ arrival, they hardly stirred, with only their heaving chests showing signs of life.

Regardless of whether they were women or children, they were basically naked, their bodies pitch-black, their faces indiscernible, their gaze numb and scattered.

A samurai stepped forward to check their breathing and pulse, then turned to Suo Lun and said, “Master, they are starving.

They haven’t eaten for days and nights.”

These people lying on the ground, barely alive, were these his subjects?

Suo Lun immediately realized that all these people were slaves, slaves that had to stay hidden away.

This village was a secret industry of Gui Xingfu, exploiting these slaves to make illicit Gold Coins.

Now everything here had been abandoned, these slaves left to fend for themselves, waiting to starve to death.

How many people were there?

Yan Tingyi had said two thousand, but some had already starved to death, leaving only a little over a thousand people.

This wasn’t a population left for Suo Lun, but a massive burden dumped on him by Gui Xingfu.

“Cook porridge, save people,” Suo Lun ordered.

Suo Mu said, “Master, we only have fifty thousand pounds of food, and there are well over a thousand people here.

If we start to save them, in not more than a month, our food will run out.”

“Cook porridge, save people,” Suo Lun ordered once again.

And Ye Jingyu, along with Suo Ningbing, went to the only castle in the center of the village.

This so-called castle was actually just a slightly larger stone house, and it too had been abandoned for several days.

The furniture inside the castle was very basic, mostly made of wood.

There was nothing left inside—no food, no vegetables, not even water in the pots.

But Suo Ningbing was very excited.

This castle, however simple, was her home now.

This island belonged to the Suo, and with it, the small castle was completely theirs.

Compared to the grandeur of the Earl’s mansion in the royal city, this stone castle was many times more modest, but it was truly her home.

“Jingyu, let’s find some water, and clean up the castle.

After that, we’ll prepare bathing water and cook for Suo Lun,” Suo Ningbing said with glowing enthusiasm.