I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1053 Dongyue

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The cloud chariot broke through the ripples, as if a ship that had sunk to the bottom of the sea was slowly floating to the surface.

The ghost soldiers and generals controlled the rudder and slowly rotated it, and the cloud chariot also slowly turned.

The demon stood on the deck and looked into the distance. He saw the pass and said loudly, "Sir, the Red Dust Pass is ahead. All the giant ships have been put away, and no one dares to fly in the air."

Wu Rong looked forward from behind the curtain that Yin Ji had opened and said, "Since we have come here on invitation, we should follow the rules of the royal city."

As he said this, he walked out of the cloud chariot and put it away.

The corpse-fighting car that was released was a huge ground dragon.

The procession of carriages and horses was huge.

Wu Rong, sitting cross-legged in the carriage, was flipping through the annotated scriptures.

All external affairs are left to the devil.

The demon suddenly transformed himself, wearing a dark red robe and a black gauze hat, and accompanied the carriage to meet the gatekeeper Chai Bo at Hongchen Pass.

When the official heard that the man was coming to receive a title, he must be an "bo" at least, and hurriedly made way.

The higher-ups had already given orders that one had to make way for the title in the next six months. To be able to enter the royal city and receive the title, one's cultivation must be very high, and there was no need to make things difficult for him.

The devil still offered the spirit stone.

The team then passed the level happily.

Further ahead are rivers, streams and rivers. A sky bridge is built at the intersection of the three. Only after crossing the long bridge that looks like a vast land in the sky can you see the royal city.

The royal city was named "Dongyue", and fluttering Qilin flags were hung above the city walls, as if there really were Qilins running on the black clouds.

Enter the city.

It seems like I have stepped into the upper world.

It is called the Cloudy King City, but there is no gloom at all.

Tens of thousands of rays of rosy light gather into purple mist, thousands of handfuls of auspicious air turn into clouds in the sky, the glazed tiles, the clear high walls, and the mountains and pavilions are neatly arranged like the golden scales of a giant dragon.

The gate-guarding general sat high on the cloud platform, and the weapons and armor under his command seemed to be covered with clouds.

The streets in the city are crisscrossed, and once you pass the city gate, the queue inside is like a long dragon.

The devil in charge of the carriages and horses saw at a glance the old clerks who had set up desks at the inner gate. The clerks all had blank expressions on their faces, but their subordinates moved very skillfully, writing on the notebooks with jade pens and quickly letting people pass.

As soon as the person in front passed by, the old official waved his hand, and the devil walked over respectfully to present the pass and the documents for exchanging entry into the city.

There are no mistakes in the writing.

The old official frowned slightly as he looked at the demon, then looked at the carriage being carried by the corpse-fighting earth dragon, and bowed slightly, saying, "I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he motioned to two young clerks beside him to check. The clerks checked quickly and saw that the owner of the carriage opened the door curtain, revealing his true face, and they hurriedly bowed their heads in greeting.

Wu Rong waved his hand slightly, and Yin Ji quickly lowered the door curtain.

"please!"

Register, sign your road number, and be allowed to enter.

Not only that, the old official also specially assigned a clerk to guide them.

All these conferred monks had to go to specially arranged post stations, even the Dao Lords were no exception, the only difference was the treatment.

The clerk had also seen many great monks of the third step, some of whom were extremely skilled, came in simple attire, and had luxurious attendants...

The normal attendant in front of him felt a little curious. The carriage on the ground dragon was as big as a main hall. The saint sat behind the screen, and he stood in the front hall.

He bowed slightly and said, "I am Zhu Chao, and I have been running around for you these past few days."

"sit."

"Thank you, senior."

Zhu Chao sat down and explained, "There are thirty-six or five markets in the royal city. Except for the Tiangong located on the main vein of Mount Dongyue, the remaining three directions have a total of 108 long streets. We are going to the post station where the East Gate is located. After waiting at the post station for half a month, we can have a court meeting and pay homage to the king."

Wu Rong's voice came: "Will King Dongyue appear in the court?"

"Of course the king will appear in Taiyue Palace."

Zhu Chao immediately realized that Wu Rong had misunderstood him, and hurriedly explained, "The current king is different from that person. The King of Dongyue is more like the 'Dao Master' of the major sects in the mortal world. If you want to see that person, I'm afraid it won't work."

Wu Rong nodded slightly.

He immediately understood the identity of King Dongyue.

Since ancient times, the will of heaven has been difficult to question. How could that person, who was so profound, appear in the court?

If Master had not condensed the Dao of Life and Death and shined brightly in the forbidden land of the gods, attracting the other party's attention, this invitation would not have been delivered.

Wu Rong understood that he was the one who benefited from the favor.

It would be better if they didn't meet. Wu Rong still maintained his instinctive awe towards those with great supernatural powers, but now he no longer felt fear.

It would only take half a month. When he was granted the title of Earl, he could start to choose his own fiefdom. So Wu Rong asked again: "Regarding the fiefdom..."

Zhu Chao cupped his hands and said, "Foreign cultivators or Yintian cultivators, there are two paths they can take."

"One is to serve as an official in the imperial court. Those with high cultivation will be high-ranking officials, in charge of life and death. They will rise and fall together with the royal city, which is equivalent to governing the vast world for the king."

"Second, only be given a title, but not be an official."

"The royal court will let the seniors who make such a choice choose their own fiefdom."

"You can set up your own government and office. The royal court will not ask about the selection of talents or other matters. As long as you can pay taxes on time, that's enough."

"If you are a Yintian cultivator from a small clan, you can also choose the clan land as your fiefdom."

"If there is no major repairman above the level of Earl in the clan, then the clan land will be put on the list for people to choose from."

"Therefore, many small tribes are willing to sacrifice their lives to offer up a saint, just to control their own destiny."

Wu Rong was filled with surprise; this move was truly powerful.

He continued to ask: "If I am not a monk of Yintian, but the fiefdom I chose has a small clan..."

Zhu Chao smiled and said, "You choose that fief, and everything there is yours."

'You have to choose carefully!'

Wu Rong thought secretly.

If that small tribe has great potential, he will immediately get support, or even a future helper.

Once the Honored Soul Banner is erected, it is equivalent to the establishment of half of the sect's infrastructure. At that time, one only needs to select the seeds and use the Yin Soul Pill and the Soul Banner's tower to quickly improve the strength of those people.

"You know a lot."

"Watch and enjoy."

Wu Rong waved.

The demon in a black hat walked over, grabbed a storage bag and handed it over with a smile.

Zhu Chao stood up and saluted, "Thank you, senior."

"How much do you know about other matters of the enfeoffment and the Yintian Ten Thousand Clans?"

"Fortunately."

"Tell me all at once."

Wu Rong waved his hand.

A demon shadow composed of evil spirit also appeared not far away.

Tushan Jun used magic to reflect his image and also listened to the lecture.

He had spent some time in the cloudy world, but his understanding of it was only general.

Although some of the Shura clan's high-end combat power was collected by him into the banner, unfortunately, the knowledge in these people's heads could only be transformed into seeds of magical powers.

Now, a Second Flower Taoist and a top Saint King listened carefully to the Jindan cultivator's description of the division of the underworld.

The various problems that will be encountered, how the various government offices operate, what should be submitted to be approved, and the matters of selecting fiefdoms.

There are many doors here, and you have to go through six or seven doors just to get to the yamen.

Secondly, files must be written, registered, and then wait for approval and decision from above before one can choose the fiefdom.

The decision from above is that King Dongyue will personally review the files and announce them to the world during the court meeting. "Can you tell me your realm, senior?"

"Step three, top."

Perhaps feeling that the third step was not enough, Wu Rong added two more words.

Zhu Chao was shocked at first.

But he felt that the owner behind the screen would not lie.

The servants under the other party were far beyond his reach, and their indifferent demeanor made them seem more like those from a wealthy family.

He pondered and said, "Senior, you will probably be conferred a high-ranking earl, and you can decide on the candidates for the viscounts and barons of the government office, but there is a limit on the number."

"Which fiefdom do you think has a good location and great ethnic potential?"

Zhu Chao smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, saying, "I am just a small Jindan, and all the information I know is from the training provided by the government office. I really can't do anything about other matters."

"After being conferred the title, a special official will lead you to the Heaven and Earth Sand Table to select the fiefdom you like."

Wu Rong didn't want to make things difficult for the other party.

It was indeed as Zhu Chao said, these things were not something a minor Jindan cultivator like him could get involved in.

Moreover, news is time-sensitive. By the time everyone in the world knows about it, it is already too late.

Wu Rong just had the mentality of trying his best.

In case this minor official has exclusive information or some insightful views, you can refer to them.

The earth dragon travels to the post station.

After handing over the post station, the minor official Zhu Chao hurried back.

It is called a post station, but it looks like a palace stacked up on top of each other to form a sea pavilion.

The clerk who came to greet him was still at the Jindan level. He smiled and bowed, making a gesture of invitation: "Please come in, senior. Your Dilong Inn will be taken care of, and the accompanying troops will also be arranged separately. Please..."

Wu Rong waved his hand slightly and turned all those evil soldiers and ghost generals into holy soldiers.

The earth dragon can be left outside.

That's it.

The noisy sounds of the group of people who had arrived together suddenly disappeared, and everyone stared at Wu Rong with dim eyes.

Wu Rong walked in as he pleased under the guidance of the clerk.

Unexpectedly.

A sound came from behind itself.

"The great majesty of fellow Taoist!"

Wu Rong paused and looked behind him. The person who called him was a young man in a black robe.

The third eye on the young man's forehead moved slightly, staring at Wu Rong coldly, and shouted sternly: "Soul-devouring and spirit-refining, and even keeping demons in captivity, fellow Taoist, you really don't take the ghost cultivators in the world seriously."

"you are?"

"Ghost tribe, Zhang Shaoyuan."

Zhang Shaoyuan bowed slightly, showing no respect at all.

He is like the clan youth who caught the 'human trafficker'.

The monks of the same clan as him gathered around him.

Before Wu Rong could speak, another voice rang out not far away.

The other party said with a smile: "As one of the ten major clans in the Yintian, don't you think the ghost clan doesn't even have this much knowledge? This fellow Taoist obviously came from the world of the living. What grudge does he have with you ghost clan?"

Zhang Shaoyuan looked at the young man and sneered, "Member of the Horned Demon Tribe, it is not your turn to speak here."

The young man from the Horned Demon Tribe said calmly: "I can't tell you, but my ancestor can tell you."

Zhang Shaoyuan glanced at the Nine-Headed Ghost Chariot not far away, his pupils trembled slightly, and he bowed slightly and said, "Since the senior has spoken, I will not ask any more questions."

Then he looked at Wu Rong again and said calmly: "Daoyou, take care of yourself."

"Walk."

Wu Rong had a blank expression on his face.

The devil is not welcome anywhere.

He's used to it.

Thinking of this, he bowed and saluted the Nine-headed Ghost Chariot in the distance.

The person sitting there should be a great ruler.

The Horned Demon Clan youth greeted the other party and returned to the Ghost Cart, wondering, "Ancestor, why are we helping him?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "He has remnants of Daojun's magic."

"It's just a small misunderstanding. It's always good to make good connections."

"That's true."

The young man nodded slightly.

The power of their Tianjiao Demon Clan is not that great, so they need to make more friends.

"Has he noticed your magical powers?"

Wu Rong followed the clerk upstairs and conveyed the message to Tushan Jun.

"almost."

The Taoist shadow standing beside him moved his eyes slightly.

Less than half a month.

After a lot of intensive study, Wu Rong finally had a general understanding of cloudy days.

He selected several small tribes, all of which he thought had potential.

If it was the master who took action, how could the King of Dongyue be given a title of upper-ranking marquis?

Although he has Xuhua, his cultivation level has not yet broken through. At most, he is an upper-class earl, and there are very few places he can choose.

"Master, since the organization's Kuimu Lang said that the answers we are looking for will be found here, he should come to see you in person."

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes.

He remembered the time when Yuan Sheng Lingmo found him while searching for someone.

It should be pretty much the same now.

It all depends on what bargaining chips the Green Emperor can offer.

If the price is fair, he doesn't mind helping.

Tushan Jun pondered for a while before speaking: "The underworld gathers lonely ghosts and controls the life and death of all living beings in the world. I guess there should be a reincarnation place inside Dongyue King City, which can allow true spirits to reincarnate."

"Isn't that similar to your old avenue?"

Wu Rong was shocked and stood up suddenly.

"Not surprisingly."

"Just wait, we will see him when he wants to."

Tushan Jun's relief turned into a wisp of evil spirit.

"Too."

"wait."

"The court meeting will only be held in the next two days."

Wu Rong put down the file he had just finished reading, and picked up the other written files and began to check them one by one.

These all need to be submitted and there can be no mistakes.

(End of this chapter)