Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit.

Huo Yuhao walked to his office on the top floor of the Passion Headquarters amidst the eager gazes of countless enthusiastic members.

Huo Yuhao is currently still using Huo Qiqiang's pseudonym.

Only a few pendants in the Sea of ​​Spirit and that little red-clothed planet spirit know his true appearance.

No one knew that the young man in front of them was only eleven years old. All people knew was that he was the uncrowned king of Xilu City.

Huo Yuhao sat in his office, casually flipping through the various documents submitted by the enthusiastic cadres.

These documents cover all aspects of Xiru City, including taxation, education, economy, and agriculture.

Xilu City is definitely not a small city. If all the cities in the Heavenly Soul Empire were ranked by GDP, Xilu City would definitely be in the top ten!

Because this place is right next to the Star Dou Great Forest, the resources of soul beasts alone are enough to make one's mouth water every year.

Moreover, through these documents, Huo Yuhao realized that Xilu City was also an important granary of the Tiandou Plain!

Huo Yuhao immediately perked up; as an older generation of Earthlings, he was truly terrified of hunger!

When the Wandering Project was first launched, a large number of engineers were needed to maintain the planetary engines!

Huo Yuhao was among the first maintenance personnel to go to the planetary engine outpost.

The outside temperature is minus eighty degrees Celsius! In the Douluo Continent, this temperature is known as the ultimate ice.

No crops can survive at this temperature; only the underground city has preserved a small experimental field for crops.

The genetically modified plants in these experimental fields bear the responsibility for the ecological recovery of the Earth after it returns to a warmer state!

The food in the dungeon is mostly chemically synthesized; it doesn't taste good, but it's enough to sustain life.

Previously, some people have proposed building nuclear fusion agriculture, such as facilities like vertical farms.

However, this was ultimately rejected. Chemical synthesis is sufficient to sustain the food supply for all of humanity, and there is no need to waste precious energy on gluttony.

Every bit of energy must be used precisely for the operation of the underground city and the planetary engines.

I vaguely remember that the outpost where Huo Yuhao stayed only had a small amount of nutritional paste each month.

Occasionally, you might manage to snag some dried earthworms from a delivery truck, but that always requires a bunch of people to get together and thoroughly search the entrails!

Among that group, Huo Yuhao's good friend Wang Dong was the youngest, having just come of age.

His parents also died in the lunar crisis, reportedly killed by meteorites. Their deaths were extremely gruesome, and their bodies were never found intact. He himself also suffered from amnesia.

Even the name Wang Dong was given to him by the kind director when he and Huo Yuhao were sent to the Hefei No. 1 Underground City Orphanage.

So everyone often saved the best strawberry-flavored dried earthworms for him, while they all munched on the original-flavored dried earthworms, which were jokingly called "poop-flavored."

At that time, everyone would gather together to reminisce about the Earth's past, that bygone era when the sun still shone brightly.

When a group of people get together, they always come up with a few ideas to start a conversation.

There was once an idea where Wang Kan eloquently described what the most fertile black soil on Earth used to be like.

He could rattle off all sorts of data off the top of his head, and even claimed that his underground home still retained some black soil.

It was brought from the timepiece to the underground city by his father during the Golden Age, and it is said to be a family heirloom that will be passed down from generation to generation.

Huo Yuhao flipped through the documents related to agriculture in Xilu City, and his spiritual eyes nearly burst out of their sockets when he saw them.

The black soil that was once considered a family heirloom is now the least valuable and lowest-grade arable land here.

The vast black soil surrounding Xilu City was left uncultivated and abandoned because there was simply no need to cultivate this wasteland.

Yes, the document used the term "wasteland".

Huo Yuhao was quite certain that there was no problem with his Chinese comprehension ability.

The reason why Xilu City can serve as the granary of the Tiandou Plain is because it has an even more exquisite type of land—Emerald Soil!

Emerald soil is a type of land that is entirely emerald green, and the soil contains abundant vitality!

No one knows the principle behind the formation of emerald soil, but people do know that it is renewable.

Even if you dig up a patch of lush green soil, as long as you fill it with new soil, it can turn back into lush green soil in just one month.

However, once the emerald soil leaves the area of ​​Xilu City, its vitality will gradually dissipate, turning it into ordinary black soil.

The effects of the Emerald Soil are incredibly potent. If the Earth's government had seen this in their previous life, they probably would have seized it at any cost.

Green soil has only one function—to accelerate ripening.

That ripening-enhancing function was so powerful it could drive agronomists from the previous life to despair.

As long as the crops do not involve soul power, they will definitely mature in the emerald soil in just one month, and the yield per acre is extremely high.

Normal rice matures in half a month in the green soil, regardless of any seasonal or weather factors.

As long as you plant them and protect them from being eaten by insects or spirit beasts, you can get 1000 kilograms of rice per mu in half a month.

What does this mean? In my previous life, this thing would have caused the whole world to break their heads.

Xilu City has 500,000 mu of such land, and there are also nearly 6 million mu of black soil.

Huo Yuhao was confused when he saw this, because the next document was about the starving people.

This practically burned out Huo Yuhao's brilliant brain CPU.

"What the hell?"

"Rice ripens every half month, yielding 1,000 kilograms per mu (unit of land area), and there are still 500,000 mu of this crop."

"And then the starving people?"

"Hiss, how can these words possibly form a sentence?"

"How did these starving people come about?"

"Even if we eat just one portion of this grain and throw the rest away, it could feed the entire Tiandou Plain!"

"The entire Tiandou Plain has a combined population of barely twenty million!"

"I need to sit up and see!"

Huo Yuhao shook his head and focused intently on the report about the starving people.

His powerful mental strength allowed him to read the extremely thick document in just one minute.

After reading it, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but smile.

The entire composition is a perfect depiction of an elderly person on the subway and using their mobile phone.

The land was almost entirely controlled by nobles, and farmers could only rely on the nobles to cultivate the land.

This actually fits the social background of Douluo Continent quite well.

But these nobles in Xilu City are a bit too anthropomorphic!

Farmers collect 80% of the land tax alone!

There are also a bunch of outrageous taxes, in addition to the previously mentioned rainwater tax and walking tax, there are also life tax, meeting tax, and other extremely absurd taxes.

These taxes resulted in a large number of starving people even though Xilu City possessed the fertile land of Cui Tu, a divine agricultural resource!

Huo Yuhao's hand, gripping the document, was bulging with veins!

He never imagined that humans could be this evil!

The powerful mental force plunged the entire Passion Headquarters into a state of oppression!

All the enthusiastic members didn't dare to breathe!

Realizing that their boss was angry!

Several enthusiastic cadres rushed to the office door in a panic, but none of them dared to go in.

They all stood at the door with their heads down, waiting.

Huo Yuhao rubbed his temples and withdrew his mental energy.

He said coldly towards the door:

"Zhang Heng, come in!"

"Everyone else, leave!"

Zhang Heng, whose name was called, was a middle-aged man with a square face and a tall stature. His martial soul was the Wind Chasing Falcon, and he was a level 53 Soul King.

Because he was reliable and had volunteered to join Huo Yuhao's Soul Master team, he was made an enthusiastic cadre.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

Zhang Heng bowed and lowered his head, his manners impeccable.

"I've looked into the issue of famine."

"How is the harvest of the green soil and black soil in Xilu City going?"

Zhang Heng raised his head and said meticulously, "Boss, everything is under control."

"When those nobles fled, they didn't take the land deeds with them at all."

"Even if you take it, it doesn't matter. No one will recognize the land deeds of evil spirit masters!"

"We have already labeled those fleeing nobles as evil spirit masters and submitted the list to Shrek Academy."

"According to the officers stationed in Shrek City, Shrek Academy has already sent inner court disciples to eliminate them."

"We don't need to lift a finger after that."

Upon hearing his words, Huo Yuhao sat up straight. He really hadn't expected Shrek Academy to have such a use for this.

"Didn't they have any suspicions?"

Zhang Heng said confidently, "Boss, don't worry, it's not the first time."

"Previous city lords eliminated many enemies using this method."

Shrek Academy doesn't care whether the other party is actually an evil spirit master or not.

"As long as they're on the list of evil spirit masters, that's fine."

"The key to getting on the list of evil spirit masters is how well the report is written!"

"As long as our report is well-written, with rich arguments, a complete structure, and beautiful language, plus a little bit of trivial evidence, it will make Shrek think it makes sense."

"They'll be added to the list of evil spirit masters!"

And we have the best talent in this field!

"This trick always works!"

"I estimate that the Heavenly Soul Empire has already received this list, and no one will protect them."

Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully and said:

"Well done! Shrek is quite useful!"

"Go and inform Kong Yang to release some grain to relieve the famine."

"And then abolish all those damn taxes!"

"Let these farmers return to the land."

"I don't want starving people in my city."

"Don't play word games with me; drive the starving people away!"

"Taxes will be levied according to the laws of the Heavenly Soul Empire. Anyone who dares to increase taxes without authorization will be thrown into a vat of boiling oil!"

Huo Yuhao activated his spiritual eye, his powerful mental energy locking onto Zhang Heng, startling him into a cold sweat.

He knew his boss's methods all too well. As a Soul Master who had voluntarily joined him, he had not been branded with a mental mark.

For those cadres who have been branded with a spiritual mark, if they have any dissenting thoughts, that mark can truly make their lives worse than death.

He didn't want to have another mental imprint on his mind.

"Yes, boss!"

Huo Yuhao nodded, withdrew his spiritual power, and took out a Wind God Fruit from his storage soul tool, playing with it in his hand.

Zhang Heng's martial spirit was immediately activated, and he recognized it at a glance as a rare wind-attribute fruit—the Wind God Fruit.

He involuntarily swallowed, a primal instinct!

Huo Yuhao looked at him and said, "I'll leave the matter of the starving people to you."

"If you do a great job, this Wind God Fruit will be your reward."

Zhang Heng suppressed the overwhelming joy in his eyes and bowed deeply to Huo Yuhao, saying:

"Boss! I'll definitely complete the mission!"

Then, at Huo Yuhao's signal, he left the office and almost immediately activated his Martial Soul to fly directly to the City Lord's Mansion upon leaving the headquarters.