Chapter 629 Refugees
"The spiritual energy in this Eight Desolate World is so rich, comparable to our Nine Provinces."
"Indeed, in this environment, it is no wonder that eight people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage appeared."
"I only heard about some of the events in the Eight Wastelands before, but I didn't pay much attention to them. Only after I came here did I realize that the Eight Wastelands is actually a starry world."
"Mortals and immortal cultivators coexist on a planet. The cultivator at the Spiritualization Stage who rules this planet is the Star Lord."
"The area composed of life planets is called a star domain. Above the star master is the fusion stage we see, called the domain master."
The three of them transformed into mortals, landed on an ordinary planet with life, walked on the official road leading to the imperial city, and discussed the information they had just collected.
"The domains of domain masters vary in size, and the number of life planets they rule ranges from dozens to hundreds."
"Above the hundred domain masters are the eight wasteland masters."
"According to this calculation, there are more people in the Eight Wastelands than in the Nine Provinces, but the proportion of cultivators is very small."
Star Lords, Domain Lords, and Wasteland Lords are the ruling class of the Eight Wastelands.
"As for the three immortals mentioned by Lord Qianhuang, they are just some groundless legends and cannot be considered true."
Jiang Li shook his head. The information on this planet was too isolated. There were several countries on the planet, but the so-called history books only recorded the history of this country.
Myths and legends are mainly about the legends of the Star Lord, and only mention the "Domain Lord" and "Wilderness Lord" in a few words. The reference value is almost zero, and there is no useful information.
"Ordinary people used copper coins as currency, but an ordinary book cost three taels of silver, so only officials and businessmen could afford it."
"There are clear classes among ordinary people. Peasants are peasants all their lives. Without money and without education, it is impossible for them to pass the imperial examination and become officials."
The three of them arrived at the gate of the imperial city, and before they could take a closer look, they heard noisy sounds coming from the gate.
"Get out, you unsightly bastard! His Majesty is so merciful that you are lucky enough to be allowed to live outside the city, but you are pushing your luck and want to enter the imperial city."
"Look at yourselves, you are so dirty that you look like you crawled out of mud. You don't even have a complete set of clothes. How dare you enter the city?"
The guards at the city gate threw several refugees out of the city with a look of disgust on their faces and kept cursing.
There were not just a few refugees outside the city, but tens of thousands of them. They were hungry, skinny, naked, and living in makeshift tents.
This situation reminded Jiang Li of the refugees he saw in the zombie world. It was exactly the same.
Bai Hongtu and Yu Yin were somewhat uncomfortable with this situation, as there had not been any refugees in Kyushu for thousands of years.
"Good man, please be kind and give this child something to eat?" A woman saw that Jiang Li and his two companions were dressed in gorgeous clothes and must be rich or noble, so she knelt in front of Jiang Li and begged for food.
The woman was so skinny that if you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell whether she was a man or a woman. She was holding a child in her arms, who looked extremely hungry.
Bai Hongtu squatted down, touched the child's hand, and said in surprise: "Your child is so hot, you have a fever, you need to get treatment quickly."
But the woman has no money to see a doctor.
Bai Hongtu also knew the woman's difficulties, so he took out a pill and fed it to the child. The pill turned into a stream of water and entered the child's body, and the child's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.
Yu Yin took out some food and wanted to share it with the women and children. A group of refugees saw the food here and quickly surrounded Yu Yin, reaching out to her for food.
The situation of these refugees is similar to that of women.
Just when Yu Yin was about to take out more food, he heard a series of gong sounds.
"It's time to eat. Hey, hey, hey, people over there, if you don't come over and line up, you won't get any food today!"
When the refugees heard this, they stopped bothering Yu Yin and quickly turned around, picked up their broken bowls, and lined up at the soup kitchen.
The person beating the gong had a loud voice and a stable chassis, and it was obvious that he had practiced for some time.
He carried hundreds of pounds of porridge from the cart without even taking a breath.
The man who struck the gong asked his companions to give out porridge, and he came to Jiang Li's side.
"Whose family are you from? If you take out food in front of the refugees, be careful that the refugees will rush over and snatch all the valuables from you!"
Jiang Li clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your help, brother. May I ask where these refugees come from and why the court ignores them?"
When the person beating the gong heard Jiang Li speak like this, his attitude became polite and his momentum slowed down.
"My name is Feng Qiang, and I'm the senior brother of Qingfeng Martial Arts School. A few months ago, there was a flood in the south, which washed away the crops. Some areas had no harvest at all. The government allocated funds, but it was embezzled by many levels of corruption. The people in those places had no choice but to leave their homes and come to the imperial city to beg the government for some food."
"But now the Hualong Sect, where the Star Lord is from, is coming to the court for inspection. The court has no time to take care of these people. Master is kind-hearted and asked me to come here to distribute porridge to do charity, but our Qingfeng Martial Arts School doesn't have much money, and the daily porridge can only ensure that they don't starve to death."
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"There's flooding in the south, but the Hualong Sect is not taking any action?"
Feng Qiang laughed as if he had heard a very funny joke: "Action? How could those monks care about the life and death of mortals?"
Feng Qiang sneered, "In my opinion, it won't be long before the court will drive these people ten miles away from the imperial city on the grounds that they are unsightly, so as not to offend the eyes of Master Hualongzong."
"Everyone knows that His Majesty wants to become an immortal. It is impossible to become an immortal with the five elements spiritual roots. His Majesty still devotes his heart to the Hualong Sect, begging them to give him the method to become an immortal."
Feng Qiang realized that he had said too much, so he quickly stopped talking and changed the subject: "If you guys want to do charity, you can donate some money and our Qingfeng Martial Arts School will buy food for you."
Bai Hongtu took out some gold and gave it to Feng Qiang, who was shocked: "You guys are really generous. With this money, the refugees can buy enough food to have a good meal next year."
“I don’t know your names, but I hope the refugees can express their gratitude.”
"My name is Jiang Li, these two are Bai Hongtu and Yu Yin. We are cultivators, not from any aristocratic family."
"Monk?" Feng Qiang was stunned. In his impression, monks were not so friendly.
Even the sect's servants who are at the Qi training level walk around here with their heads held high, looking down on those who practice martial arts.
"I see that you have a long breath and steady steps. You must be a martial artist. Could you please talk to us about martial arts?"
Feng Qiang sighed, feeling somewhat inferior: "What's there to say about martial arts? It's just a trick to bluff people."
"The origin of martial arts cannot be traced. I heard that it is because our five elements spiritual roots cannot be cultivated, and cultivation is a waste of spiritual energy."
"Some people were unwilling to be oppressed by monks all their lives, so they created martial arts, trying to stand on the same platform as the monks."
"It's a pity that although the martial arts were created, we have also become slaves."
"slave?"
Feng Qiang rolled up his sleeves, revealing the green pattern on his arm: "This is the slave mark planted by the Hualong Sect. Anyone who practices martial arts must have this mark planted on them. If anyone is found practicing martial arts without the slave mark, they will be killed on the spot."
“Some people also call us Wu Nu.”
(End of this chapter)