With the Southern Region capital falling back to the orthodox sects, things began to change.

The Governor and the three sects began to hunt the evil sects and evil cultivators while also pushing back the vengeful spirits.

For three days, the southern region was ablaze with the flame of war. The evil sect, which had believed the region had fallen into their hands, was now fleeing in panic.

News spread quickly, and many small towns that had fallen under the evil sect's influence found their people rising up to fight back.

Additionally, the fame of the Thousand Wealth Chamber spread like wildfire throughout the region.

All the chamber's branches in every part of the region opened, and they brought forth the now-famous Stoneheart Armor.

With the Stoneheart Armor, a Foundation realm cultivator could confront a Restless Phantom with ease, without risking being controlled by the vengeful spirits.

As the number of people wearing the Stoneheart Armor increased, the Southern Region reclaimed its land, and their courage grew with each passing day.

In the capital, the governor and the three sect masters met with Mo Jian.

"Young Master, thank you for helping us," the Governor said with genuine gratitude.

Everyone knew that without the Thousand Wealth Chamber, their region would have fallen completely into the claws of the evil sect and become the land of the vengeful spirits.

The three sect masters also nodded and each uttered a word of appreciation.

"You don't have to thank me. The evil sects are everyone's enemy. I and my comrades were merely playing our part," Mo Jian said casually.

His reason for meddling in the Southern Region's battle was to ensure the Western Region wouldn't be implicated.

Apart from that, the main reason was for profit.

Selling the Stoneheart Armor, the Thousand Wealth Chamber had made a massive profit, and there seemed to be no sign of it stopping anytime soon.

"I, the three leaders, are busy. May I ask why you all came to see me?" he asked, looking at their faces.

Although he could guess what they wanted, he still wanted to hear it from them.

Listening to his question, the four leaders looked at each other, and the Nine Mountain Sect Master cleared his throat.

"Young Master, we might have defeated the main power behind the evil sects, but we haven't solved the real danger," he began slowly.

"The vengeful spirits. The more we kill, the more they rush out from the netherworld gate. We all came hoping the Young Master could help us with the netherworld gate," he explained, and looked at him.

Not only him, the other three were also looking at Mo Jian's face. They'd tried to break the ancient formation that opened the netherworld gateway but couldn't do it.

All their array masters were helpless against it. They couldn't understand how the ancient formation was set up in the first place.

They had tried destroying it with their combined attack, but it was futile. Thus, they all came to the only person who could help them.

"Indeed, I can help you crack the ancient formation, but . . ." His voice trailed off, but the four leaders understood his meaning.

"Young Master, tell us what you need and we'll give it without a second thought," the Governor said quickly.

Mo Jian shook his head. "You tell me what you can offer, and I'll decide if it is enough or not."

On hearing this, the four fell quiet, each lost in thought. Looking at Mo Jian, they did not know what to offer him.

To them, he seemed to lack nothing.

Seeing their trouble, Mo Jian sighed and pulled a small book from his storage pouch.

"My chamber will not ask for something you cannot provide. What I need is land and resources, not only in the capital but beyond."

"If my chamber finds any land of interest or discovers any resources, I want the freedom to own it."

"Do you think this is too much to ask?" he asked, looking at the four leaders.

"Young Master, as long as it does not belong to anyone directly, you can have it, and you wouldn't have to pay taxes," the Governor said seriously.

"Also, for the next thousand years, all your chamber would not have to pay taxes in the southern region."

"Very well." Mo Jian nodded, pleased with the Governor's offer.

"How to destroy the ancient formation is in the book. Study it," he said, handing the book to the Governor.

Receiving the book, the Governor opened it with a bright smile. Beside him, the three sect masters leaned forward to see.

After skimming through the book, the leaders widened their eyes in disbelief and looked at Mo Jian.

"Young Master, thank you," they all said in unison.

"It's nothing," Mo Jian responded calmly. "Do you care for tea?" he asked, shifting the topic.

"Haha. Young Master, we would love to taste your spirit tea, but we need to start destroying the gateway right away."

"Very well." He nodded, not minding it at all.

Quickly, the four leaders rushed out of the room. What had been troubling them was easily solved by Mo Jian, which once again reminded them how far ahead the Thousand Wealth Chamber was compared to them.

With the departure of the leaders, Zhao Tian entered the room.

"Young Master, all our chambers throughout the region are working smoothly."

"Good. When this is over, we must start selling the Platinum Spirit Link and the Noble Grade Spirit Link immediately."

Zhao Tian nodded. He understood that Mo Jian wanted to spread the Spirit Link throughout the southern region.

As for the lower-grade Spirit Links, those cannot be used for interregional communication. Thus, they would not be sold.

Mo Jian raised his head and looked at Zhao Tian. "What do you think of our development? Is it fast or slow?"

Zhao Tian was stunned. He never expected Mo Jian to ask such a question. Still, he recovered quickly and thought deeply about it.

"Young Master, our development is very fast. It has not even been a year, and we already spread our branches to three regions. To me, that is very fast."

Mo Jian nodded, expecting such a response from him, but to him, it felt slow.

"You're right, but we can still increase our development. With the war against the evil sect, this is our golden opportunity," he said seriously.

"Start making plans; we need to create commercial banks when this is over."

Commercial banks!

Zhao Tian's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the hell are commercial banks?!" he screamed inwardly.