The palaces and pavilions are shrouded in mist, rare birds are circling in the sky, and exotic beasts are lingering on the ground. Although it is only a small mining supervision office in the Western Heaven, all the buildings and furnishings are luxurious, and every brick and tile would be a treasure if they were placed in the mortal world.

Teams of heavenly soldiers flapped their black wings and floated in the air. These heavenly soldiers with a pair of wings on their backs were the lowest level of heavenly soldiers. They had expressionless faces and dull eyes, and they were clearly man-made puppets. Their aura was not strong either, and they barely possessed the strength of a calamity.

However, the heavenly soldiers with the power of one calamity have already suppressed the realm of the sect members and high-level people present. The aura emitted by tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers is like a tsunami, sweeping in wave after wave, forcing the cultivators present to look pale and tremble in fear.

Not to mention that a nest of the Mingjiao clan was directly suspended above the Canglan Mountain Mine Supervision Office. Hundreds of Mingjiao warriors with terrifying auras stood high in the sky, looking down at the countless cultivators below with arrogance.

In the Wuliang Mountains, Canglan Mountain is also considered a very important mountain system, so the Mingjiao clan also specially moved a nest here to be stationed to intimidate all the cultivators who paid tribute.

"Using a cannon to kill a mosquito?" Chu Tian looked at the nest that exuded a sinister aura, sneered and curled his lips.

Such a Dark Horn Nest with a diameter of more than 100,000 miles is enough to stir up a bloody storm in a world like Tianlu. It is estimated that there is not even a master of the "Heavenly Realm" in the sect in Canglan Mountain, so why would there be a need to set up such a scene?

What a bad taste! These guys from the Mingjiao clan are really too arrogant!

There is no need for them to show up at all. Just those weakest low-level heavenly soldiers, any one of them is enough to sweep away the numerous cultivators present. How can these cultivators make even the slightest wave?

Or maybe this formation was not meant for these monks to see at all?

These people of the Dark Horns showed up in such a grand manner, probably to protest to some people in the Heavenly Court? The Western Heavenly Court? The Southern Heavenly Court? That's interesting.

In front of a large hall in the middle of the Mining Supervision Office, a hundred desks were laid out on a huge square. A hundred clerks from the Mining Supervision Office sat behind the desks, looking expressionlessly at the countless monks who were slowly gathering around them.

At first, it was the representatives of the sects. According to the size of the sect, the representatives walked forward with gloomy faces and reported the sect they came from. The clerk then looked up the amount of tribute that their sect should pay in the thick case files, and the sect representatives handed over large-capacity bracelets or other storage tools to the clerk.

These clerks would often spend a quarter of an hour to count the resources stored in the huge storage instruments. Once the count was correct, they would say "OK" coldly and stamp a seal on the back of a sect on the file, proving that the sect had completed the first hundred years of tribute.

The representatives of these sects all left with extremely ugly faces.

That expression was like a local tycoon with a small fortune who was inexplicably stopped on the street and robbed of most of his wealth. It was as ugly as it could be.

Think about it, although these clerks in the heavenly court have low positions, they are all successful cultivators who have ascended to the heavenly court. Each of them has at least one calamity of power. How powerful must their divine thoughts be? Once their divine thoughts are swept out, they can at least cover an area of ​​10,000 miles in radius. Any disturbance within this area cannot be hidden from them.

With their spiritual power, it would take them more than a quarter of an hour to count the total number of resources contributed by a sect. This shows how huge the number of resources these sects were ordered to pay was.

Come to think of it, the sect occupies a huge area of ​​the mountain gate, and there are many disciples. The total amount of resources they need to pay must be a thousand or ten thousand times that of Chu Tian, ​​right?

Chu Tian looked at the sect representatives who had completed paying tribute and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

In the sky, the warriors of the Mingjiao clan were constantly talking and whispering. They deliberately amplified their voices so that all the monks present and all the heavenly officials from the mining supervision office could hear their mocking words.

"Haha, this is so refreshing. The kids don't have to do anything themselves, and someone has donated countless resources. Hahaha!"

"Isn't it? It's really not that easy. These officials in the Heavenly Palace are as obedient as dogs. They counted and measured the goods for us and finally gave them to us!"

"Haha, brothers, do you think anyone will fail to meet the tribute requirement?"

"There should be one, right? If not, wouldn't it be too boring? Hehe, it'd be better if one comes right now. I'll tear it into strips and feed it to the dogs! Hey, it'd be better if one comes right now!"

At the entrance of the main hall in the Mine Supervision Office, Hu Dali, who was sitting on a big chair, rolled his eyes. He looked up at these arrogant and reckless members of the Mingjiao tribe and snorted weakly, "What are you doing? Speed ​​up the counting, and don't make any mistakes... Don't waste the time of the Mingjiao gentlemen. Are you happy here drinking the wind and dew?"

The warriors of the Mingjiao clan laughed strangely, and the clerks took a deep breath and sped up the counting efficiency.

It's just that the amount of resources is too huge, and speeding up the efficiency of counting means increasing the consumption of divine thoughts. Chu Tian saw that among these petty officials, several of them had obviously just ascended to heaven and their cultivation was not very strong. After counting the tributes paid by more than a dozen sects, sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The spiritual power of these petty officials had obviously been consumed a lot, so they had to take out pills to replenish their spiritual power and swallow them, but the efficiency of the inventory was inevitably much slower.

There were nearly 10,000 sects of all sizes in the vast Canglan Mountain Range, and the number of independent cultivators was even more astonishing. In addition, there were countless settlements of all sizes similar to city-states, and the Mingjiao clan also stipulated the amount of tribute they had to pay.

Although the Mining Supervision Office sent out a hundred clerks to be responsible for the inventory and counting, Chu Tian secretly observed that it would be impossible to complete the inventory of the tribute of the entire Canglan Mountain Range for a hundred years without more than half a year.

Although Chu Tian arrived early, there were representatives of sects and independent cultivators who arrived earlier than him. Judging from the way they were dawdling, it would not be Chu Tian's turn to pay the tribute for more than half a month.

Helpless, Chu Tian closed his eyes and slowly moved forward with the team. All his energy was used to comprehend the mystery of the Yin-Yang and Five Elements divine egg in the furnace of heaven and earth.

Chu Tian always felt that these seven divine eggs should have other uses. It would be a real waste if they were simply left to be refined by the furnace of heaven and earth.

Time passed day by day, and after more than half a month, Chu Tian finally stood in front of a table.

The clerk behind the table snorted weakly: "The Bagua Master of Bagua Valley? Hey, hey, take out your tribute!"