The monks lost themselves in the voice of brotherhood from their Lord Zheng Sanjin.
Within a few days, except for those monks who went out to wipe out the remnants of the Lu family, other monks were allocated a piece of land of their own.
Duan Fei was a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator. His performance among the pirates was not bad, but not outstanding either. He was just an ordinary existence.
Ever since he listened to the Lord's instructions last time, he has been thinking about how to manage the territory under his control.
Unlike other monks who only think about how to make a fortune, this is the aftermath of pirates robbing monks who make a living at sea.
There is today but no tomorrow, and no one knows whether they can survive tomorrow.
Duan Fei was different. He had this idea before. Governance? What was there to govern? Just let the monks under his rule take the spirit stones and resources.
But he heard a key point from the Lord's words, which is that if the place you manage is exhausted and all the fishermen have left, then you will have to return to the sea and accumulate contributions again.
He didn't want to drift anymore. Having already reached the shore, he began to feel a little disgusted with the bumps in the sea.
So he thought about improving his own territory.
After receiving the token today, he felt the feeling of being superior for the first time. It was wonderful, so wonderful.
This is just a small position similar to that of a village chief. If one day he could become the lord of Wanxian City, he couldn't even imagine how great it would be.
He was lucky, as his "fiefdom" was located on the most prosperous street. Although it was the least prosperous place on the street, compared to other fellow Taoists, his position was already among the top few that a foundation-building cultivator could get.
The merchants were called over, and each of them was a little nervous.
After all, the huge Haiyue City collapsed when the owner changed overnight and the powerful Lu family collapsed.
By the time the monks in the city heard the news, it was already over.
There was no time to run, it was too sudden.
Duan Fei imitated his master and put his hands behind his back.
"We are the Wanxian Palace, and this will be Wanxian City from now on. The Lu family and Haiyue City have become a thing of the past."
"From now on, I will be in charge of this area."
"Don't worry, I won't exploit you. Instead, I will protect you."
"However, I am currently short of manpower. I will select a few monks from various merchants to work with me. In the future, we will all be a family and make fortunes together."
Duan Fei knew nothing about management. After thinking hard for a few days, he came up with a solution: kidnapping a hostage.
Select some monks from the legitimate sons, relatives and friends of these merchants and place them by your side.
Merchants can feel more at ease, and they can use these people as bargaining chips.
It is even possible to allow these monks to be completely integrated into the Hall of Ten Thousand Immortals. Since everyone is a monk of the Hall of Ten Thousand Immortals, it is natural for them to support him.
It's no wonder that Duan Fei's operation was a good move. After he brought the people to his side, they were the first to restore order on the busiest street.
Other monks from the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace also followed suit.
In seven or eight months, Wanxian City basically returned to its previous state.
The monks in the city even felt that the Temple of Ten Thousand Immortals was quite good, and that the managers were really nice to them.
It’s just that there have been some changes in the outer city in recent times as the one-year period is approaching.
Many monks in the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace are a little worried about their rankings.
They showed their fangs one after another, and regained their pirate nature. Gradually, they got used to taking things. Some monks who were originally quite patient could not resist their inner greed, and their actions became increasingly wild.
Duan Fei knew something about this matter, but he scoffed at it.
He now has a stable income. In addition to the cultivation resources voluntarily offered by the merchants, there is still a lot of surplus to be exchanged for spirit crystals to be handed over to the Temple of Ten Thousand Immortals.
According to his estimation, his ranking in this first year would not be the worst nor the best, but probably somewhere in the lower middle, which he was naturally very satisfied with.
Sometimes I even think that it would be nice to do this every time, not pursuing the first place, not being last, not having any pressure, being able to give an account to my superiors, and not delaying my own practice.
As for the Golden Core, he estimated based on his own qualifications that it would take him another ten years to reach the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage. There was no rush, no rush at all.
Duan Fei made an appointment to have tea with a good friend, whose jurisdiction was not far from his own.
It's just that his place is a semi-prosperous area.
Seeing his good friend coming in, Duan Fei couldn't help but tease him.
"My goodness, you must have spent a lot of spiritual stones on this set of spiritual tools."
"Hey, there happened to be a weapon refining shop near me, and I helped the owner with a few small favors. In return, he made a few spiritual weapons for me."
"A little favor?"
"Hahaha, I just helped him take over a few small workshops."
Duan Fei smiled and didn't care how he did it, but looking at the spiritual weapons, he knew that the means would not be very good. After all, if the boss spent more, he would definitely not give him so much reward.
"I went to the outer city a few days ago, and wow, it was a mess."
"Have some tea first, and then we can talk slowly."
The good friend held the tea bowl and clicked his tongue twice.
"I never thought that we, who have been dancing on the edge of a knife and licking blood, would have such a day to drink tea and discuss philosophy like human beings."
"Everyone at the top likes this tune, so we can only learn from it," Duan Fei replied.
"Not entirely. It's just that everyone has money in their storage bags now and has more time."
"It all depends on the Lord."
"I'm getting off topic. I'm getting off topic. Let me tell you about the outer city. Those people fought hard for the ranking."
"I heard a while ago that some monks from the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace fought each other."
Duan Fei paused.
"Fighting each other? It would be bad if the higher-ups found out..."
I saw my friend just shaking his hand, moving closer mysteriously, and speaking in a low voice.
"I think you've lived a peaceful life for too long and have forgotten who we are and who the people above us are."
"To be able to do something as big as attacking a fourth-level fairy island, and not afraid of being investigated by the Tianqing Sect, you are so brave."
"Guess what it says."
"What did you say?"
"As long as no one dies, we only look at the rankings! It's all about the results."
"Ah, isn't this a mess?"
"What do you think? The outer city has gone from open and covert fighting to a riot of demons. Only a few unlucky but powerful foundation-building cultivators can hold on. The others are just attacking each other."
"Several of them were seriously injured."
"That's a bit too much..."
Outside Wanxian City, in the great hall on the top of the mountain.
Lu Deyi was reporting the latest situation in the city to Zheng Sanjin and expressing his concerns.
He came from an orthodox sect, and the chaos that had occurred among the people was not actually a good thing.
Zheng Sanjin said calmly, "It's easy. Go and arrange a few life and death stages, hosted by the Jindan monks of the Wanxian Palace. I think the Jindan monks in the city are too idle. They just go to restaurants and brothels every day!"
"My Lord, what are the rules of this life and death stage?"
"If a cultivator of the same level or lower cultivation level challenges a cultivator of a higher cultivation level, the outcome will be decided, as well as life and death. The survivor can obtain everything from the deceased cultivator."
"If the challenger pays a certain amount of spirit crystals to the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace, the challenge can be rejected, but it can only be rejected twice a year."
"If someone unites to target a monk, then wouldn't that be..."
"I can't beat them, and I can't get anyone to help me. I deserve to die in Wanxian City."
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