FVN Chapter 1864: A Glimpse into the Lives of People Under the New Regulations of Zhenhai City!
Chapter 1864: A Glimpse into the Lives of People Under the New Regulations of Zhenhai City!
"If the cultivators patrolling the Cultivator Association are insufficient to suppress those with shattered spiritual veins..."
They will also send even stronger individuals to hunt them down.
If it still cannot be suppressed, the president of the Cultivator Association will personally take action to suppress it.
This gives you absolutely no chance of survival.
"···"
"Look at this rule: From now on, fighting will be prohibited in all immortal cities."
It seems no different from before, but now there's an additional regulatory body, clearly indicating that the Cultivator's Association is serious.
Fortunately, the area outside the Immortal City is not within the scope of the Cultivator Association's supervision.
Otherwise, our future actions will inevitably be greatly restricted.
"And this is also the case: the Myriad Soul Banner will be included in the forbidden laws in the future!"
Once discovered, kill immediately without any reason.
Isn't this cutting off some people's path to cultivation?
"The only good news is that the Myriad Beasts Soul Banner is not among these categories."
It seems the association does distinguish between living souls and demon beast souls…
Just as everyone was discussing it...
The older of the two Golden Core cultivators stepped forward and said in a loud voice:
"The notice has been posted for three days and will be taken down in three days."
If you have any questions during this period, you can consult the newly established 'Brothers' Association Office' in the city.
In addition, the association is now recruiting monks of all levels; those interested may register at the office.
After speaking, the two Golden Core cultivators said no more, closed their eyes and stood quietly, letting the crowd discuss.
The Taoist monks squeezed through the crowd and returned to the relatively quiet street corner.
"These regulations..." The thin monk frowned deeply.
"Isn't that too harsh?"
"Strictness is good!" The Taoist monk, however, had a different opinion.
"Think about it, how many times have spiritual veins been destroyed in the past?"
When two major sects fight, if one can't win, it destroys the other's spiritual veins. In the end, who suffers the most?
He is a low-level cultivator who cultivates on a spiritual vein!
These are spiritual herbs and medicines that grow by relying on the spiritual energy of the spiritual veins!
He became more and more agitated as he spoke:
"And what about the private battles in the Immortal City? How many innocent people have been affected?"
My third uncle died in the aftermath of a battle between Golden Core cultivators!
Those powerful cultivators will leave after they've finished their fight; who cares about our lives?
Several people were silent.
The fat, brocade-clad cultivator sighed:
“What you say makes sense, fellow Daoist.”
These regulations may seem harsh, but if they are truly enforced, they would indeed be a good thing for both lower-level cultivators and ordinary people.
"I just don't know how it will go in practice," the dark-faced cultivator still had doubts.
"The three major leagues did have rules in the past, but in the end, they were just empty words."
"This time is different."
The Taoist-robed cultivator gazed intently at the enormous light screen in the center of the plaza.
"I have a feeling that the cultivation world is really about to change."
at the same time.
On the other side of the Endless Sea lies the former core of the Demonic Alliance—the Heavenly Demon City.
It has now been renamed Zhenxi Immortal City.
Countless demonic cultivators had also gathered in the city's central square.
An identical light screen floated in mid-air, displaying the exact same announcement.
But unlike Lingyuan City, the atmosphere here is much more oppressive.
A Golden Core demon cultivator, clad in a white robe and with a cold expression, stared at the light screen and gritted his teeth, saying:
"What kind of ridiculous rule is this!"
Does shattering a spiritual vein mean one's entire family will be implicated?
Is fighting forbidden within the Immortal City?
Is the Ten Thousand Soul Banner included in the forbidden law?
Is this an attempt to sever the foundation of my demonic path?
A burly, tattooed demonic cultivator standing nearby sneered:
"Rules are rules, and implementation is implementation."
"I'd like to see what this newly established cultivators' association will use to govern Heavenly Demon City!"
"Fellow Daoist, be careful with your words," a demonic cultivator who appeared to be an old man whispered.
Didn't you see the last part of the announcement?
Those who resist law enforcement are considered traitors and shall be punished by all under heaven.
Moreover, it is said that that ancient powerhouse was a genuine Nascent Soul cultivator.
"So what if I've reached the Nascent Soul stage?" the white-robed demonic cultivator retorted.
"With the entire defensive formation of my Heavenly Demon City activated, even a Nascent Soul cultivator can hold them off!"
"Can you hold them off for a while, or forever?" The old man shook his head.
"I heard that the old masters of the original three alliances are now all serving in the association."
"If we really go against the Heavenly Demon City, do you think they'll be on our side?"
The white-robed demonic cultivator was speechless.
The tattooed, burly man stared at the three characters "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" on the light screen, a fierce glint in his eyes:
"I have cultivated for three hundred years, and I rely on this Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
Is it possible to ban it just like that?
Why?
"Based on strength."
A calm voice came from the side.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a middle-aged cultivator wearing a green robe with a star and crescent moon emblem embroidered on his chest standing not far away.
His aura was as deep as the sea, indicating that he was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Are you from the Monks' Guild?"
The white-robed demonic cultivator said warily.
"Zhao Wuhen, Deputy Director of the Surveillance Division of Heavenly Demon City," the middle-aged cultivator said calmly.
"By order of the Association, we have come to Tianmo City to establish an Inspection Department and implement the new regulations."
His gaze swept over the several demonic cultivators, lingering for a moment, especially on the tattooed, muscular man:
"The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is an evil practice that damages one's virtue and foundation; long-term practice of it will inevitably lead to backlash."
The association's ban on this law is actually to save your lives.
If anyone has already practiced this method, they must destroy their ritual implements within three months and register with the Censorate. They may be given a lighter sentence at the Censorate's discretion.
Those who fail to complete the process by the deadline...
Zhao Wuhen didn't finish speaking, but the threat in his words was self-evident.
The tattooed burly man's expression shifted, and he finally lowered his head, not daring to meet Zhao Wuhen's gaze.
The white-robed demonic cultivator took a deep breath and cupped his hands in greeting:
"Chief Zhao, there are many cultivators in Tianmo City, so we hope that the rules will be enforced gradually."
“Of course.” Zhao Wuhen nodded.
"The association gives each city a three-month adaptation period."
The new regulations were fully implemented three months later.
Anyone who disobeys will be severely punished.
After saying that, he turned and left, his green robe swaying slightly in the wind.
Watching his departing figure, the demonic cultivators exchanged speechless glances.
After a long silence, the old demonic cultivator sighed:
"The world has changed, the world has really changed."
The white-robed demonic cultivator gazed at the light screen in the center of the plaza, where the golden characters gleamed in the sunlight.
It seemed to herald the arrival of a new era.
He suddenly remembered what his master had said a hundred years ago when he was still a minor cultivator:
"In the cultivation world, the law of the jungle prevails, which is the way of Heaven."
However, we cultivators must uphold our bottom line; otherwise, if we lose our bottom line, how will we overcome the tribulations of inner demons in the future...?
There is absolutely no possibility of it.
"Master," the white-robed demonic cultivator murmured to himself, "perhaps you are right?"
"···"
Meanwhile, dark clouds had gathered in the sky above Tianmo City.
Just as these demonic cultivators were carefully deciphering the Cultivator Association's prohibitions...
Zhenhai City
The central square of Zhenhai City was teeming with people.
Countless cultivators gathered beneath a massive golden list that stretched across the sky.
Its surface shimmered with spiritual light, revealing the latest list of positions at all levels published by the Cultivator Association.
From the central halls such as the "Spirit Source Hall," "Enforcement Hall," and "Supervision Hall," which oversee the entire continent...
Upon arriving at the numerous departments in charge of various affairs, the densely packed names and titles gleamed with an imposing golden light under the sunlight.
Among the crowd, a young cultivator dressed in a plain white Taoist robe with a sword hanging at his waist looked up at the list, his gaze sweeping over the familiar names with lightning speed, his expression growing increasingly grim.
He suddenly let out a cold laugh, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the surrounding area:
Fellow Daoists, please look—
Whether it's the various hall masters and deputy hall masters who oversee the overall situation, or the senior figures in charge of departments...
Which one of them didn't come from a sect?
Which one of them isn't a cultivator from the Immortal Clan?
Not a single one of those who came from humble backgrounds was among them!
He turned around abruptly, his robes fluttering even without wind:
"Is this fair?"
The square fell silent for a moment.
This time!
Under a teahouse not far away, an elderly man with white hair and beard, leaning on a purple bamboo cane, slowly shook his head and let out a soft, enigmatic laugh:
"fair?"
He raised his dim, yellowish eyes and looked at the indignant youth:
"Are you joking, young friend?"
Throughout the millennia of the cultivation world, besides cultivation level, has there ever been a lack of consideration for power, background, and lineage?
The old man tapped the ground lightly with his bamboo cane, the sound desolate:
"Do we, as independent cultivators, have thousand-year-old sects to rely on, or ten-thousand-year-old immortal clans as our backing?"
Without these, what would help the senior cultivator stabilize the overall situation and rule over all directions?
The Cultivator Association is newly established and needs to rely on the strength of various parties.
This list was a crucial step for the predecessors in winning over sects and immortal clans.
"You can't even see through this?"
He paused, his tone turning cold:
"I advise my young friend to return to his hometown and properly nurture the younger generation."
If you insist on walking in this world of cultivation, sooner or later...
Before he finished speaking, a chorus of agreement arose from the surrounding crowd.
A shirtless, burly man crossed his arms and sneered:
"good!
To survive in the world of cultivation, one needs not only life-or-death combat prowess but also the resilience to bend and stretch. Lacking either one… heh heh!
Then, a scholar-like cultivator beside him pointed to the end of the list:
"As you all see, the Cultivator Association hasn't completely eradicated the path of independent cultivators—"
We can now register for this [Hall of Offerings]!
Immediately, someone poured cold water on the idea:
"Please read the conditions carefully: The Hall of Offerings only accepts cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above, and they must pass the assessment."
The other day, Yunya Sanren, who was in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm in the East Sea, was defeated in the third arena and almost seriously injured.
Even Senior Yunya couldn't pass the test, so it's even more impossible for ordinary Nascent Soul seniors.
"In my opinion, those who can enter the Hall of Offerings must at least have the strength to fight beyond their level, comparable to a senior in the late Nascent Soul stage."
Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can't even get close enough to touch the threshold.
"That being said, it is still a way to join the Cultivator's Guild."
"good!
The Nascent Soul Ancestors currently enshrined in the Hall of Worship are almost all late-stage Nascent Soul experts, with some also being half-saint level experts.
Looking around, there wasn't a single senior whose cultivation level was lower than the late Nascent Soul stage.
At that moment, a clear voice came from the periphery of the crowd:
"Fellow Daoists, please read the details—"
The Hall of Offerings is divided into three levels:
The headquarters is called the "Hall of Offerings," and the branches located in large immortal cities are called the "Departments of Offerings."
Medium-sized immortal cities have a [Offering Office], while small immortal cities have a [Offering Bureau]!
As for large immortal cities like our Zhenhai City, they have a [Department of Offerings].
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a scholar in a blue robe, calmly waving a folding fan, who said:
"The minimum requirement for recruitment by the city's offering bureaus is the Foundation Establishment Realm."
There was a commotion in the crowd.
The scholar in blue robes closed his fan and lightly clapped his palms:
"Although combat strength will also be assessed, we independent cultivators finally have something to look forward to."
"If I could join the Zhenhai City Offering Bureau, I wouldn't have to constantly fear the 'tiger skins' worn by those sect disciples when I travel outside."
These words resonated deeply with many independent practitioners.
Someone immediately exclaimed excitedly:
"Exactly!
The Cultivator Association is backed by a Nascent Soul cultivator. If we can gain their protection, who would dare to bully us rogue cultivators?
"Having the Cultivator Association as a backer is indeed a great thing for us independent cultivators."
But some people are clear-headed:
"Unfortunately, this will inevitably lead to fierce competition."
I heard that in the recruitment drive in Linhai City three days ago, only seven out of three hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators were selected.
The old man in the teahouse, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke:
"The only regrettable thing is—"
In the offering department, apart from the temple master and deputy temple master whose positions are paid by the association,
The other offerings are not paid a fixed salary.
Only by accepting missions can you receive contribution rewards.
A sigh rose from the crowd.
Followed by.
The old man then changed the subject:
That's not how you say it!
Please remember, all of you, those who serve as cultivators have complete freedom of movement, are not bound by ordinary departments, and can exchange contribution points for cultivation techniques, secret arts, elixirs, and magical artifacts from the association's treasury...
This is something that other departments cannot compare to.
And what this means for independent cultivators who lack lineage, I need not elaborate, do I?
The light in everyone's eyes was rekindled.
Suddenly, a crisp female voice came from the other side of the list:
"Besides the lineage of offering sacrifices, you might also like to take a look at the [Alchemy Department], the [Weapon Forging Department], and their subordinate bureaus—"
These places are also open to independent practitioners.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a girl wearing an apricot-yellow short jacket and a string of medicine pouches tied around her waist. Although she was only at the Qi Refining stage, her eyes were clear and bright.
“I’ve noticed,” a middle-aged monk said with a wry smile.
"But that requires superb magical skills."
Take the lowest-barrier-to-entry [Alchemy Bureau] for example. Applicants must publicly refine a batch of 'Foundation Building Pills,' with a success rate of at least 60%.
That's the most difficult first-tier pill, comparable to the difficulty of second-tier pills.
Where would an ordinary rogue cultivator get so many spiritual herbs to practice with?
There is absolutely no way they could pass the monks' association's examination.
"certainly!
I don't deny that there are some geniuses in the cultivation world who are born with extraordinary talents.
But compared to the entire cultivation world, such geniuses are extremely rare.
"Those who pass the assessment are mostly alchemists, weapon refiners, and formation masters trained by sects and immortal clans..."
Then, someone spoke up.
"Look everyone, who is the head of the [Weapon Refining Department]? — Taihuangshan!"
The number one weapon-refining immortal clan in the cultivation world!
From now on, this weapon-refining department will likely be under the 'Taihuang' name.
Amidst the murmurs, someone suddenly shouted:
"look!
The list of department heads for the Offering Department in Zhenhai City has been published.
"It's True Lord Qinglian!"
"True Lord Qinglian?"
But what about the Azure Lotus True Monarch who slew that thousand-year-old evil dragon with a single sword strike?
"Exactly!
I heard that although this True Lord comes from the Tai Xuan Sword Sect, he values practical work the most, regardless of background.
With him overseeing the Offering Department, it's truly a blessing for a rogue cultivator like myself..."
As the sun sets, the golden light on the list gradually illuminates, making the entire square shine brilliantly.
The crowd lingered for a long time, some sighing, some arguing, some dreaming, and some sneering.
The white-robed youth who had initially questioned him had quietly retreated to a corner, gazing up at the four flamboyant characters "True Lord Qinglian," his eyes burning even brighter than before.
He gripped the hilt of his sword and muttered to himself:
"The Offering Bureau... Can Foundation Establishment cultivators enter there?"
He turned and left, his plain white Taoist robe fluttering like a flag in the evening breeze.
Under the tea shed...
The old man finished his last sip of cold tea and gazed in the direction where the young man had disappeared.
A faint, almost imperceptible hint of satisfaction flickered in the depths of his dim, yellowish eyes.
...(End of this chapter)