I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1063: World Rain

"Master Hou."

The monks in official uniforms standing in front of the gallery hall all saluted respectfully.

Although the princes and dukes in the royal city could not command them, despite the titles, the strength possessed by each duke was enough to make them bow respectfully.

The civil servant in the gallery looked at the marquis.

He was wearing a burgundy Taoist robe, a flat crown on his head, and his hair was tied up meticulously.

The deep eyes under the bun were like the starry sky, and the hooked nose like the peak of Tianzhu Mountain split the harmony of the face. The hooked nose relaxed slightly: "Are you ready?"

"My Lord, the Earth Star Heaven Secret has been debugged, and we are just waiting for you to choose your own fiefdom."

The civil servant in the gallery bowed.

The other party was actually a great sage, and judging by his attire, he must be a powerful official.

But the other person doesn't look like a human.

Among all the cultivators, the ones who look most like humans are only Wu Rong and Master Ru Zang.

Even Yu Shen is the same.

He was tall and thin, with a faint blue glow in his eyes and his legs were vaguely arched.

The bluish-white face made his complexion look even paler.

Wu Rong was no longer surprised by this.

He doesn't have any prejudices.

There are countless living beings in this world, and even in the Eastern Wilderness where human cultivators dominate, there are countless demons and monsters.

No matter where they are, as long as they are in the cultivation world, all cultivators will call each other "fellow Taoist" if they don't know each other.

Wu Rong walked into the gallery under the guidance of the local envoy.

Passing through the palaces that were like mountains and walking through the long corridors, those engraved talismans flickered when the spiritual light was transmitted.

It seems to be clearly divided but mixed together. In the numerous palaces, on a high altar protected by guards, there are three giant seismometers rotating in a mixed manner to suppress the formation.

Standing in front of the giant seismometer, Yu Shen exclaimed: "This is the armillary sphere of the royal city!"

"good."

The Great Sage who guided him smiled and said, "The armillary sphere can survey the spiritual veins of the world and mark the blessed places. Every corner of the entire cloudy sky can be found here. The most powerful thing about this ancient treasure is that it can command the spiritual veins of the world. If the spiritual veins of the world are dragons, this is the dragon ball that can mobilize the dragon veins."

"Dragon Ball?"

Wu Rong murmured, "Maybe."

The armillary sphere in front of him is clearly similar to the Book of Life and Death, and even more ancient. How could it have such a simple function?

He was not here to explore the ancient treasures of the royal city. He said, "Northwest, near the Demon Abyss, near the Styx, close to the Asura tribe."

The Great Sage Jie Yin cast a spell by chanting his magic words. He integrated his magic power into the formation and activated it to operate the giant starry sky in front of him.

The three star rings started to operate one after another.

The starry sky quickly revealed the bitterly cold land of the cloudy northwest.

Mu Sheng, the Great Sage of the Picture Library who was guiding Wu Rong, frowned. The officials standing beside him and the clerks who were recording the plans were all quite surprised.

This is not a good place.

Mu Sheng said in a deep voice: "My Lord, this place is a remote area. Not only is it close to the Demon Abyss, but it is also barren so there are no Ten Thousand Divisions. There are no blessed lands or caves in the vast land. Although it is close to the Styx, the spiritual energy is sufficient, and there is also the Blood Sea Mine to support it, it is really not as good as the Central Plains."

"I understand." Wu Rong nodded with a smile.

It's well-intentioned of the other party to say so much.

Mu Sheng had to explain it clearly, otherwise, if the people arrived at the place and found that it did not meet their expectations and turned back, he would be sued.

"Go another two thousand miles to the right of Xueling Mountain."

A voice fell into Wu Rong's ears.

Wu Rong still maintained his usual expression, and smiled as he cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Mu, this Xueling Mountain should also be considered my territory, right?"

Mu Sheng took a closer look and nodded, "If the Marquis insists on choosing this place, Xueling Mountain is also in the Marquis' fiefdom. This place is soaked in blood all year round, so it will produce a kind of blood gold spirit mine..."

"How about two thousand miles to the right?"

"This……"

"It's also a cheap move."

"Okay, these two thousand miles will also be assigned to me."

Mu Sheng raised his hand to signal, and the clerk behind him hurriedly took notes.

Unexpectedly, when the scroll was opened, the clerk hurriedly whispered, "Sir, someone has already taken this place."

"Who?"

Mu Sheng turned around and asked.

The clerk quickly flipped through the records and said, "An earl chose this place three hundred years ago and governed a million territories."

Mu Sheng asked, "Who is this saint who occupies this place?"

"He doesn't have much background. I heard that he was a genius from the Yutong tribe who became a saint. From then on, a million territories were assigned to the Yutong tribe."

The clerk flipped through the file in his hand. The file was shaped like a jade slip, and the spiritual path on it changed, allowing him to use a jade slip to mobilize knowledge from other files.

Mu Sheng felt relieved.

Since he is a native with no background, two thousand miles is no big deal.

"It's only two thousand miles, what's the big deal."

Mu Sheng responded calmly, and then said: "Since it is the Marquis's choice of fiefdom, unless he wants to avoid other powerful people, once the boundary marker is placed, the territory of the Saint Earl should also be included in it."

A higher-ranking official can crush a person to death, let alone a title.

Wu Rong smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Mu, for your help. I chose this place because I was afraid that I would not be able to gain a foothold in the Central Plains due to my lack of strength. I also wanted to completely solve the mineral vein problem by demarcating these two thousand miles, so as to avoid disputes caused by having most of the mineral veins in my hands and a small part in other places."

"Don't worry, my Lord!"

Mu Sheng didn't dare take other people's modesty seriously.

Wu Rong, who controlled the Soul Banner, manipulated the divine weapon to defeat the Taoist Lord Xiong Yan of the Underworld with one strike.

Not to mention that there is also a magical weapon spirit in the soul flag.

In other words, there has never been a precedent in the royal city of conferring a title on a spirit of an artifact, otherwise the other party would have been able to obtain a title.

"Okay, that's it."

Wu Rong nodded with satisfaction.

He did not ask why his master reminded him. Now was obviously not the right time, and there must be a reason why his master said that.

Been busy all morning.

Of course, it was the officials of the gallery who were busy.

Wu Rong, three others and the demon were free so they drank tea and talked about philosophy at the invitation of Mu Sheng. They were very happy.

After Wu Rong selected a place, Tu Ku would start to make rubbings of the deeds, count the tribes, inventory the blessed places, register them, create boundary markers and fusion arrays, and use the armillary sphere to draw the map.

By the time all the work was done, two full hours had passed.

“It’s still good to have a team.”

Wu Rong was filled with emotion after receiving the land deed.

Such a trivial matter is just the arrangement of the sentence above, but it requires the mobilization of countless manpower and material resources, and thousands of officials to organize and check it.

Only then did he smoothly hand over a thin deed. "Do you want me to take the boundary marker away?"

"Need not."

"Before the Marquis arrives at his fief, the Royal City will place the boundary marker for him."

"it is good."

"I'll take my leave now."

Wu Rong bowed.

The three people and one demon walked down the stairs obviously feeling much more relaxed.

"Where to go next?"

"My Lord, we should go to the armory to take the reward of the magic weapon, go to the Spiritual Vein Mountain to get the seventh-level spiritual vein, go..."

"Then let's go through them one by one."

……

Far away.

Northwest land.

Boom!

A skyfire meteor drew a long arc across the sky and smashed down with violent waves.

Wait until the fog and heat subside.

Take a closer look.

I saw a huge boundary marker three meters high standing on the border.

Letter: "Crown Marquis"

Such a big commotion naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in the northwest, and they were wondering why a meteor suddenly fell from the sky.

The monk wearing wild animal skin looked at his companion and asked in surprise: "What's going on? Is there another meteorite falling?"

"It doesn't look like a meteorite."

"Look, Chief!"

The shorter young man opened his mouth in surprise.

The One-Eyed monk who was called the clan leader looked up and saw the shock of the sky reflected by the single eye embedded in his forehead that occupied half of his face.

Countless rays of light bloomed from the sky, streaking out flames. Their flying speed seemed slow, but they understood that it was clearly because the distance was too far.

"That is?"

"Boundary Rain!"

Yimu Shida stared blankly at the boundary rain in the distant sky.

He had only heard it from the elders in the tribe.

If one day one can reach the saintly realm, one can go to Dongyue King City to receive the reward from the emperor, who will generously share his land with the people.

They only need to choose their own tribal land, which includes a territory of millions of miles.

At that time, a boundary marker will fall from the sky.

Boundary markers are falling like rain.

From now on, I will never go hungry or be cold again, and I will never be bullied again.

Truly take the fate of yourself and your people into your own hands.

Ichimoku Ishida was only seven years old when he heard this story.

He had heard this story from many people.

When he grew up and became the patriarch, he also told this story to his own children.

I didn't expect that I would be able to see it with my own eyes.

And it’s on such a large scale.

"Chief, there is one left there!"

"go!"

A group of monks rushed over.

I saw three big words written on it.

"Chief, what does it say?"

The illiterate looked at Ichimoku Ishida.

Yimu Shida trembled slightly and said in a deep voice: "Marquis of Guanming!"

"What?!

"The title of Marquis is great and powerful."

If a saint can own millions of territories, how much land should a powerful marquis own?

It was so big that it had no boundaries and would even include their Yimu tribe. The moment the boundary marker fell, they became the subjects of the powerful marquis.

"Clan leader, what should we do?"

He looked blankly at the clan leader who had been standing in front of the boundary marker for a long time without coming back to his senses.

He couldn't help but reach out and pull the patriarch's shoulder.

The clan leader, Ichimoku Shida, turned around with tears in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I'm incompetent. I didn't become an earl, and I didn't turn the clan land into a fiefdom..."

Yimuqiang opened his mouth and clenched the spear in his hand.

He seemed to be shouting that they could control their own destiny.

But the one who was about to come was a powerful person, a powerful person who was granted a title of nobility. Just hearing these four words was enough to make him unable to utter any disrespectful words.

……

"The world rain has come, and this vast land has finally welcomed its master!"

A tall and thin old man in a long robe was kneeling on the ground.

He prayed, "A powerful and capable person with a title of nobility will surely be able to protect our clan. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a gift from heaven, and will put an end to the damn chaos."

"..."

"The mighty one who has made a marquis is coming."

"..."

Thousands of tribes witnessed this world rain.

Some people pray, some are ecstatic, some are worried, some are laughing, some are sad, some are hesitant, some are confused, and some are ambitious...

No one knows whether the arrival of a powerful marquis will make the situation in this land better or worse.

But even the cultivators with the lowest level of cultivation knew that this was an opportunity that could never be replicated, because even if there were powerful people, they would not choose this place again.

No matter what the attitudes of the various ethnic groups or powerful monks are.

At least for this moment, they were completely silent.

Even the monks who had already started the war tacitly retreated and waited.

No one wants to be the most visible one.