Divine Civilization

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Stepping through the city gate and walking into the street, a bustling market scene bloomed in front of Wu Hui's eyes.

Most of the buildings in Yunyang City are made of wood. On both sides of the main road, there are teahouses, taverns, pawn shops, workshops, medical clinics and other shops.

These buildings with brackets and cornices and exquisite workmanship are full of antique beauty, and compared with the ancient buildings on earth in Wu Hui's memory, they have a more solid feeling that has been tempered by time.

At the foot of the shops, there are many stalls and vendors.

These vendors either use carts or wooden tables, and some simply use a piece of cowhide felt spread on the ground to do business.

The things they sell are even more diverse than the goods in the store. Common items such as talismans, elixirs, utensils, and tools can all be found here. In addition, there are all kinds of spiritual plants, spiritual fruits, antiques and sundries, snacks and cakes, etc. The variety is dizzying.

In short, almost anything that can be sold for some money here will be sold by someone. As for authenticity, it depends on one's own discernment.

The streets are also full of pedestrians, including porters who are bent over by heavy loads, laborers driving animal carts to deliver goods, merchants in a hurry, and men and women wandering around...

With just one glance, you can clearly see the antiquity and richness of Yunyang City, and its bustle is filled with tranquility and peace.

There was just one thing that surprised Wu Hui. The population in Yunyang City was actually very large, but among the dense crowd, there were very few immortal cultivators.

Isn’t this a city famous for cultivating immortals? Why are there so few cultivators of immortality?

Seemingly sensing Wu Hui's doubts, the Wang family's servant, the third son, hurriedly introduced, "Master Wang Dong, do you think there are not as many immortal cultivators here as you think?"

"It's like this. There are only a few people in Yanzhou who have the qualifications to practice. There may not be one among thousands of people, and there are even fewer immortal cultivators with outstanding qualifications. In addition, these immortal cultivators with outstanding qualifications often retreat. , often they may not go out for ten to eight years, or even decades. Even if they come out occasionally, they will do some shopping in a hurry and disappear again. Therefore, in Yunyang City, there are many fewer immortal cultivators than ordinary people. .”

"No wonder." Wu Hui replied casually.

If you think about it, it's true.

Immortal cultivators are like high-ranking aristocrats in other civilizations, purebloods. They are at the top of the entire social chain. The entire civilization, along with all the races within the entire civilization, was in service to a small group of them.

Not to mention the upper-level immortal cultivators with outstanding qualifications. They are undoubtedly the nobles among the nobles, and their number is even rarer.

You must know that in Yanzhou, a city with hundreds of millions of people, less than one percent of the population has the qualifications to cultivate immortality. However, Wang Tian, ​​the head of the Wang family, and other immortal cultivation family patriarchs can reach level 8 or even level 9 or above. The upper-level immortal cultivators are even rarer.

Naturally, these upper-level immortal cultivators would not go out easily. Even if they needed to purchase supplies, they would leave them to their servants.

This is also why Yunyang City is so big, but there are not many immortal cultivators along the way. Powerful immortal cultivators like Wu Hui who have reached the sixth level of Nascent Soul stage are rare experts in this world.

But there is no doubt that all the functions of this entire city are built to provide services to immortal cultivators. Many shop owners and clerks are also immortal cultivators, but their strength and talent are too low. All he does is look after stores and do part-time work for some big families.

"Come on, come with me and take a look inside."

Wu Hui said hello, waved his fan, and walked into the city first.

The mistress quickly followed him, introducing the city's attractions and the unique features of each store.

"Master, as soon as I saw you, I knew that you were a talented cultivator of immortality. How about it? Would you like to take a look at this piece of high-quality ice black iron? It is definitely the best material for forging magical weapons!"

"Hey, you dare to show off a piece of ice black iron? Master, look at this psychic grass of mine, it must be 500 years old!"

"The authentic Five Elements Talisman. Take a look, sir. It is absolutely necessary for home and travel emergencies! There are three spiritual stones in one. If you buy ten, I will give you two more!"

"Brother, brother, let me take a step to speak... I have a bottle of top-quality imperial pills. I only need one pill, and you are guaranteed to..."

As Wu Hui wandered around, more and more shops and vendors began to notice him.

Although none of these shopkeepers could see Wu Hui's cultivation, he was low-key and restrained, with an extraordinary demeanor. He was dressed in white clothes and a paper fan, both of which were high-quality magic weapons. At first glance, he looked like a disciple of an immortal cultivator from a big family.

For these hawkers who have not opened for a year but have been open for three years, and when they meet a cultivator who is out shopping, they want to call him daddy, these young men who come out to play are definitely wealthy donors.

These young men are not only rich and powerful, but usually have little knowledge. As long as they can make a good deal, they can make back the profits in the next ten years, not to mention three years.

No, after hearing the news, the singers playing the harp in the brothel also leaned out of the window and called earnestly: "Sir, come up, I will play a piece for you."

"Sir, come and sit with me. I won't accept your spiritual stone."

"Young Master, I am in good health, but I am the number one in Yunyang City..."

There were more and more begging voices, and they were becoming more and more explicit and direct. Even the mistress who was following Wu Hui was a little red-faced and at a loss.

A young man from a wealthy family is definitely a hot commodity in Yunyang City. You must know that most of these vendors and singers are ordinary people or low-level immortal cultivators with low qualifications.

They basically have no hope on the road to cultivating immortals. Compared with other cultivators, their life span is only more than a hundred years, and those who live longer are only two hundred years.

Therefore, if you meet a noble man like Wu Hui, as long as you can make a good fortune, you will at least be able to live a more comfortable life in the future. And those singers wanted to be with Wu Hui for no money, so naturally they wanted to use Wu Hui to fly to the sky. Even if Wu Hui took him back and favored him for a few days, it would be better than staying in a brothel for a lifetime.

"It's lively, but a little noisy."

Those items sold on the street naturally could not catch Wu Hui's eyes. Whether it is a magic talisman or a magical elixir, the spiritual power contained inside is pitiful. As for those spiritual plants, spiritual objects and minerals, they were given to Wu Hui for free, and Wu Hui felt heavy in his hands. As for those singers, can they compare to his maids and holy concubines in the Kingdom of God?

There is no way, who made Wu Hui a god who owns a star lake? The things sold in Yunyang City of Yanzhou naturally cannot meet the standards that Wu Hui needs.

So Wu Hui deliberately turned a cold face and slightly revealed his Nascent Soul-level strength. The vendors around him suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They were so frightened that they all hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and then they all retreated aside obediently. Don't even dare to make an extra sound.

In the world of cultivating immortals, a powerful cultivator can definitely be called the absolute authority, and can even control life and death over lower-level creatures.

Take the small place of Yanzhou as an example. A cultivator in the Golden Core stage here will be honored as an ancestor among the people. Then a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is almost equal to the level of a monster. There are no people. Dare to provoke an old Yuanying monster.

The whole world suddenly became pure.

Without the interruption of these vendors, Wu Hui was more comfortable shopping.

At this moment, a little boy in ragged clothes dug out half a discarded noodle cake by the trash can on the corner of the street.

The little boy was overjoyed, picked it up and ran into the alley behind him. However, his shoes with exposed toes were so worn that he tripped to the ground within a few steps.

It seemed that he was so happy to pick up the pancake that his skinned and bleeding knees no longer hurt. After getting up from the ground, his face was still full of joy and he ran towards the alley.

"Mistress, who is that child?"

Wu Hui called the boy and pointed to the alley where the little boy disappeared.

"Oh, he's just a little beggar. That kid is so brave and he's not afraid of being caught." The mistress followed Wu Hui and explained disapprovingly, "We in Yunyang City don't allow beggars to enter. If these bugs offend someone, Sir, that is a huge crime. So once these refugees are found entering the city, the city defense army will severely punish them."

Wu Hui nodded thoughtfully, then raised the paper fan in his hand: "Take me to see it."

"Ah? Master Wang Dong, what kind of place are you going to?" The young mistress's face was full of embarrassment, "That kind of place is dirty and smelly, and it is not suitable for your status..."

"Huh?" Wu Hui frowned suddenly, and the young man immediately agreed in fright, "Master Wang Dong, go this way, I will take you for a walk."

What Wu Hui didn't expect was that the alley that the little boy walked through just now led to a crack between the city wall and the mountain, from which he could lead directly to the outside of the city.

In fact, there are several trails leading into the city like this in Yunyang City. It is not impossible for refugees outside the city to enter the city. As long as they are hired or led by people in the city to trade, they can enter the city. But if you sneak into the city without a valid reason, you will be regarded as a troublemaker who affects the appearance of the city, and you will be immediately cleared and expelled by the city defense army.

After reaching the outside of the city through the path, Wu Hui discovered that the majestic Yunyang City actually had such a dirty side.

Just where the city wall connects to the mountain, there are simple shacks everywhere, and the ground is dirty and muddy with sewage flowing across it. The refugees living in the shacks include men, women, old and young, but all of them are sallow, thin, and look numb.

It seemed that Wu Hui, whose clothes were expensive and had an extraordinary bearing, suddenly came to visit. The thin and sunken eyes of these refugees were full of fear. After a brief shock, they all spontaneously knelt down on both sides to make way for a passage.

These refugees live at the bottom of society, and any cultivator can trample them to death at will without any liability for punishment.

"These untouchables have been living around Yunyang City for generations. They farm and pick here, and occasionally go hunting in the mountains. Whatever they harvest will be sold at the city gate."

The mistress pinched her nose with her hands and looked around with a look of disgust on her face. Then she persuaded him angrily, "Young Master Wang Dong, you've seen it. Let's go back? It's really dirty here. Don't get it dirty." shoes."

Wu Hui said nothing. This place reminded him unconsciously of the slums he had seen before.

Perhaps no one could have predicted that the world of immortality, which looked fresh and refined on the surface and was aloof from the outside world, would turn out to be such a mess underneath.

In fact, behind any glorious civilization, there are these dirty places. It is these messy parts that hold up the entire huge civilization system.

"Come with me."

Wu Hui walked inside on his own, and the mistress had no choice but to follow him with a helpless expression. He kept fanning the tip of his nose with his hand along the way, as if just relaxing for a moment would make the smell around him stink to death.

Not long after, the little boy just now appeared in Wu Hui's sight.

In front of a half-collapsed shack, the little boy was lame and smilingly handed half a piece of bread to a frail woman with withered hair.

The woman tremblingly took the noodle cake, swallowed, and was about to bite it when she found that Wu Hui, who was dressed in white and had a noble demeanor, had already walked in front of them.

In an instant, the little boy and the woman were all stunned on the spot, their eyes filled with fear.

After a while, the little boy stood there blankly and trembled: "Mom, mother, I, I didn't steal, I..."

"Snapped!"

Before the little boy finished speaking, the woman raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

"My child, my child is young and ignorant. Please spare him. Please spare him." The woman kowtowed in fear and begged for mercy. At the same time, she grabbed the little boy and asked him to follow her. Kowtow and apologize.

The little boy was filled with tears and knelt down helplessly on the ground, but he still held back his tears and remained silent.

In this world, immortal cultivators dominate everything, and any disrespect will often lead to consequences that these refugees cannot bear.

Even children understand this.

"Your child didn't steal, I can prove it."

Wu Hui slowed down his tone and replied gently, then looked at the stubborn but sensible little boy, "Your mother seems to be seriously ill. Do you want to save her?"

The little boy nodded heavily.

"Okay." Wu Hui took out a small statue of the God of Light from the storage equipment and handed it to the little boy. "As long as you sincerely beg to this statue, the gods will definitely respond."

"Really, really?" The little boy noticed that Wu Hui seemed to have no ill intentions, so he asked carefully and doubtfully, "This, this god is..."

"It's not a fairy, it's a god, a god who represents the light in the world."

Finally, at Wu Hui's signal, the little boy knelt down on the ground and immediately began to pray devoutly to the God of Light.

Sure enough, as the little boy prayed, the small statue of the God of Light slowly lit up with golden light.

Under this thin layer of golden light, the little boy's mother began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the previously weak woman not only regained her strength, but also her chapped skin and withered hair returned to a healthy color. She looked as if she had suddenly become seven or eight years younger.

At this time, not only the little boy and his mother, but also all the surrounding refugees who were watching were all shocked.

"Yes, has it come true?"

“Prayers really, really come true!”

"Oh my God! There is such a thing in this world?"

"That light, the God of Light, will really protect us refugees!"

For a time, the refugees in this area were all boiling. Even the mistress, who didn't take it seriously at all, was surprised.

Wu Hui was the only one in the whole scene who smiled and said nothing, joking. He, the God of Light, was standing next to him. Could this little prayer not come true?

"Thank you to the great God of Light! Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, thank you God of Light, thank you for curing my mother!"

The woman, who had recovered as before, immediately kowtowed to Wu Hui with her child to thank him, and the many refugees around her also followed the example of the woman and child, kneeling down to pray.

For these refugees who have been living at the bottom of society for a long time, they will do their best to seize any hope and benefit.

"These are all the work of the God of Light. As long as you sincerely believe in them, you will be blessed by the gods!" Wu Hui glanced around and took the opportunity to proclaim loudly.

Sure enough, one belief channel after another began to be connected to the statue, and finally the statue was connected to Wu Hui himself.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Hui began to light up the "eyes" scattered in the slums one after another.

These "eyes" are naturally followers of Wu Hui. Wherever there are followers of Wu Hui, there is a place covered by Wu Hui's divine brilliance!

And these low-class refugees who are inconspicuous in the world of immortality are Wu Hui's strong leverage to leverage the status of Xianmiao Palace!

"As long as you sincerely believe in the God of Light, you will surely receive responses and blessings. However, you must remember that this must not be known to any immortal cultivator, otherwise you will be in danger of death!"

Wu Hui was like a prophet, shouting warnings to the surroundings, especially the last words about killing people, which fell heavily on the hearts of every refugee.

Even the young man and his wife, who had experienced this whole process, felt their hearts tightening, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

However, the consequences are indeed serious, but this is the only chance for these refugees to obtain blessings, so even if their lives are in danger, these refugees will still take the risk.

"Wang, Master Wang Dong, I, I am an immortal cultivator, and I have also seen miracles. You, tell me, will I have..." The third son is sweating, he is the one who has seen miracles. , if there is a fatal disaster, wouldn't he be finished if he is not careful?

"If you don't stir up trouble, how can you be killed?" Wu Hui glanced at him and said in a persuasive way, "But you can also pray to the gods. As long as your heart is pious enough, the future is absolutely limitless."

"Really, really? Wang, Master Wang Dong, I, a cultivator of immortality, can also believe in gods?"

"sure."

"Master Wang Dong, I, I mean...hey? Master Wang Dong, wait for me!"

As Wu Hui and the boy left the slums where the refugees lived, the seeds of faith finally spread quietly in Yanzhou, a world ruled by immortal cultivators.

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