These words made the people around them quiet down immediately.
Population has always been a difficult problem.
As early as when they first entered Tianzhou, the Immortal Palace began to control the population. But reducing the population takes time, and it is impossible to issue an order this year and have fewer people next year.
Deliberately delaying disaster relief is a capital crime if discovered in the Asgard.
The person who spoke was Master Feixing.
"Save the spirit stones, train a few more cultivators, and produce a few more Nascent Souls. They will be much more useful than these millions of people."
"More people can indeed increase the number of people with extraordinary talents, but resources are equally important. The right way is to balance the two. If everyone present had 1/3 more spirit stones, perhaps their realm would rise to a higher level."
"Isn't it?"
Master Feixing's words seemed like a demon that bewitched people's hearts.
Someone immediately said righteously: "Fellow Daoist Feixing, please stop talking nonsense. Who among you was not born from the common people? Now that you have achieved success in cultivation, how dare you look down on the common people?"
The people around him immediately agreed and expressed their opposition to what Master Feixing said.
True Man Feixing looked at the immortal-looking monks around him, and beneath the rouge and powder called benevolence, righteousness, and morality, there was a slight stench of decay.
He did not expose the truth or argue, but simply looked down at the huge city below.
Yundong City was the starting point for the Immortal Palace to crack down on corruption and judge the powerful. This honor made this place soar. But it did not bring long-term peace and prosperity. Some kind of reactionary force made countless people who pursued wealth and power gather here.
Immortal sects, aristocratic families, powerful people, and even foreign races.
Under the influence of various forces, the policy began to be directed towards Yundong City. There was also the tacit approval of the immortals. As long as it did not affect people's livelihood, the immortal palace would not care about any other interests.
For example, martial arts techniques, precious medicines, spiritual objects, and even spiritual stones.
The spiritual veins were controlled by the immortal sects, the sacred mountains and swamps became the back gardens of the powerful, and the urban circle gradually turned into a tumor filled with gold and wine.
But human hearts are always greedy, they are not satisfied, and Feixing Zhenren is also not satisfied.
However, Master Feixing believes that everything should be controlled by the Immortal Palace. Only when everything is in the hands of the immortals can the human race prosper.
White Jade Palace, the place of immortality.
The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting a pair of deep and silent eyes.
Master Feixing bowed and repeated what he had said some time ago. Amid the stunned looks of many great practitioners, he looked up at the immortal who had protected the human race for thousands of years.
He is a king and also a father.
"Resources and population should be balanced. We can't just focus on the common people, nor can we completely favor the monks. Now I think that mortals consume too many resources."
"The countermeasures have been implemented, but the effect is still not good. Perhaps it will take a hundred years of uninterrupted work to reach a balance. If we take out some of the spirit stones consumed during this period and give them to talented people, perhaps we can add hundreds of golden cores and a dozen Yuanying."
"Your Majesty, we monks have taken too little."
There was deathly silence in the White Jade Palace.
Countless powerful men lowered their heads and counted ants, but Li Changsheng could make them tense up just by raising his eyelids slightly.
"Can."
Li Changsheng nodded slowly, and the others were stunned. They didn't expect that the immortal would agree.
"If there is a real shortage, the people are human beings, and the monks are also human beings. They need food and clothing, and you need to practice."
"The human race still has a surplus, so there is no need to sacrifice anyone."
Thanks to Master Feixing's words, offerings that had not increased for many years began to increase, and some cultivators who were close to a breakthrough but had no resources received assistance from the Immortal Palace.
In just one year, the human race produced hundreds of golden elixirs and three Nascent Souls.
Immortals are not stingy with mortals, and the same is true for monks.
And these people will die in the cold winter a hundred years later.
Some of the same forces were also assisted.
Master Feixing handed over a book and the three extra Nascent Souls returned to their original number.
Three old Yuanying died from heavenly thunder.
They all had their heads broken before they died.
Li Changsheng sighed slightly and said, "Kid, you were not like this when you were young."
The lightning flashed and only ashes were left.
Master Feixing was the only person who walked out of the White Jade Palace alive that day. When he was leaving, someone stopped him, an old man.
Taoist Qingxuan.
"Just let them spit it out. Why do we have to kill them all? If the human race is in trouble in the future, they will not spare their lives."
“Senior Qingxuan, I am different from you. I am a minister, and so are they.”
Master Feixing grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.
"A dog that has eaten shit cannot be cleaned. If loyalty can be flexible, then so can the immortal order."
"Loyalty to the immortals should be unlimited. To be flexible is betrayal, to give in is surrender, and to distort is disobedience."
(End of this chapter)
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