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At the headquarters of the Tribunal, Shen Zhao took out a Xuan-rank spiritual weapon, three Huang-rank spiritual weapons, two Xuan-rank cultivation techniques, and a bunch of low-rank spiritual herbs he had plundered, and slapped them directly in front of Si Yu.
"you……"
Looking at the dazzling array of treasures before her, Si Yu was at a loss for words.
How long can a public arbitration not generate any revenue?
For a moment, she felt an urge to cry. She silently put away the treasures on the table, then nodded in satisfaction: "Good, you have passed the test of the Court of Justice. From now on, you will be the executive priests of the eighth district of the Court of Justice. Shen Zhao, you will be the executive elder."
As she spoke, she pulled a dusty spirit crystal badge from a pile of trash and handed it to Shen Zhao.
"This is the mark of your membership in the Court of Justice. With this token, members of the Court of Justice in the Nine Realms of the Immortal Martial Continent will be taken care of."
Ding Bu'er asked, "So the Public Trial Committee has people from other districts?"
“Of course there are,” Si Yu nodded. “However, they may not be willing to give the headquarters face. If you really want to restore the prestige of the Court of Judicial Review, you must achieve some remarkable results.”
Ding Bushi shrugged: "Fine, I shouldn't have asked. What do you think, Mr. Chen?"
Shen Zhao fiddled with the badge in his hand, looking indifferent: "What else can I do? Master Shen went through so much trouble to get this identity. If I don't make something of it, wouldn't all my hard work be for nothing?"
Disobeying orders, huh? No problem, we'll make them listen to us.
Si Yu said, "There is an urgent matter right now. If you handle it well, perhaps the Immortal Martial Continent will regain confidence in the Court of Justice."
"What's up?"
"More than a month ago, the seven southern states of the Great Yin Empire were hit by a once-in-a-century flood, affecting tens of millions of people, and to this day, the Great Yin Empire seems to have failed to resolve the problem."
Millions of disaster-stricken people have reached the vicinity of Yuxia Pass, posing a significant threat to public order within the Great Yin territory. If you could resolve this issue, perhaps…
"This is a matter for the imperial court. When did the public tribunal become allowed to intervene in matters concerning ordinary people?"
Ding Bu'er was the first to raise a question.
Si Yu said, "Actually, the Court of Justice not only handles conflicts and relationships between immortal sects, but also provides assistance to ordinary people in need."
However, after the establishment of the dynasty, the latter basically no longer needed the intervention of the Public Tribunal. But since the dynasty's incompetence led to the displacement of the people, the Public Tribunal still had to bear this responsibility!
Upon hearing this, Su Yunying's expression suddenly changed, and she looked at Shen Zhao with a hesitant expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.
Shen Zhao smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I only concern myself with matters of the martial world. The dynasty's problems are for the dynasty to solve itself; we don't need to interfere."
Now that we've achieved our status, we'll take our leave. Don't worry, we'll deliver the annual fee of five hundred low-grade spirit stones on time. Goodbye.
After saying that, he left the headquarters without looking back.
Si Yu wanted to call them back and try to persuade them again, but in the end, she could only let out a helpless sigh.
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"Brother Chen, tell me, who should we target first? I've heard there are a few shady gangs near Qingyang City that don't do any legitimate business. Why don't we take this opportunity to go and make a few bucks, just to get started and bring good luck?"
"With such a narrow vision, how much profit can a low-level gang squeeze out? If I were you, I would at least start with the Ancient River Sect."
"No, we have to take things one step at a time. We don't have enough manpower right now, we need start-up capital. Let's start with these little bastards, and then slowly gather more people."
"Wait a hundred or two hundred years until our power has grown, then we'll confront those major sects. I don't believe they won't give us face. You have to listen to me on this; I guarantee you won't go wrong."
Shen Zhao smiled but didn't say anything. He picked up the wine gourd and took a small sip.
This wine gourd was something Shen Zhao casually took when he left the Ancient River Sect. He also took two jars of spirit wine with him, which were particularly fragrant and mellow, and greatly beneficial to nourishing the Dan Yuan (energy core).
After downing a sip of wine, Shen Zhao looked at Su Yunying, who had been silent the whole way, and asked, "Girl, aren't you usually very talkative? What's wrong with you today? You haven't said a word the whole way."
Su Yunying pondered for a while and then said, "Boss Shen, are you really planning to ignore the disaster victims in the seven southern prefectures of Yin Kingdom?"
Shen Zhao: "What? You want to interfere?"
Ding Bu'er hurriedly said, "Miss Su, we are not capable of getting involved in this matter right now. There are tens of millions of people involved. This is no small matter. Besides, the disaster will be handled by the Yin Dynasty itself. Why should we get involved in this mess?"
Su Yunying bit her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth, her hands constantly caressing the hem of her skirt.
Seeing this, Shen Zhao simply stopped and asked, "Tell me, why did you get involved in this mess?"
Su Yunying said, "Brother Shen, Master Ding, have you ever heard of 'Not Envious of Sheep'?"
Ding Bu'er shook his head: "I don't know, is it a breed of sheep?"
Su Yunying's face paled, and a hint of fear flashed across her beautiful face.
"My family originally lived in a rural village. There were my parents and two older sisters. Although life was hard, we managed to make a living by farming a few acres of land.
That year, however, our hometown suffered a drought, and the crops in the fields failed completely. My family and the villagers all survived by eating tree bark and wild vegetables.
They had hoped the government would provide relief, but unexpectedly, large numbers of disaster victims flooded into nearby towns. They vandalized wealthy households, stormed government offices, and emptied the granaries.
Later, we were so hungry that, in order to give us a proper meal, our parents gave our eldest sister to a wealthy man in the next village as a concubine in exchange for a few bushels of rice.
That night, my second sister and I ate our fill for the first time since the disaster, but at the dinner table, I noticed that my usually kind parents were looking at us sisters with very strange eyes.
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