“That won’t be a problem at all,” Yang Qi said. “I have plenty of money at my disposal. Why don’t you start by explaining your situation?”

“Milord, this is our mountain, and as you can see, the land beneath it belongs to us.” One of the men waved his finger, and everything trembled. The mists below cleared, revealing an expansive plane filled with cities, mountains, rivers, cultivators, nations, dimensions, god kingdoms, palaces, and worlds.

They were all arranged around the central mountain, and Yang Qi could see at a glance that it was at least twenty or thirty times as large as the Deva Dynasty.

“Milord,” the man said, “the lands we command are known as the Land of Flowerhill. This mountain is known as Dreamhill. I'm the viceroy, and I rank as a count.”

One of the women added, “We're also counts in the Land of Flowerhill. However, we’re not all viceroys. I'm the generalissimo of the armed forces, he's the minister of finances, and she’s the minister of officials. We’re all roughly the same rank, although the viceroy...