709The interests of Wanhao clan are above all else
Qingluo Realm.
Cheng Han and his fiancée walked side by side in a city full of gloomy green, or in other words, a giant tree.
The giant tree is called - Tianta Qingluo.
Just like the "tower" in its name, the shape of Tianta Qingluo resembles a giant tower.
Its height is more than 20 kilometers, the diameter at the bottom is nearly ten kilometers, and the diameter of the top of the tower is no less than three kilometers.
The indigenous races of Qingluo Realm built various buildings around Tianta Qingluo, thus forming a city.
In this small world.
Every sky pagoda and green basket is equivalent to a city.
The difference lies in the size of the concentrated population and the degree of prosperity.
Therefore.
This world has the name "Qingluo World".
at this time.
Qian Qingqing is wearing a beautiful green basket hat, which is a hat made from the materials of the blue basket of the Tianta Pagoda, and is listening to her fiancé's words.
"Every autumn, Tianta Green Basin blooms on a large scale, and a giant tree blooms with hundreds of millions of flowers.
"At that time, the whole city will turn into a sea of flowers, and the air will be filled with sweet smell. It will look extraordinary and spectacular."
Cheng Han changed the topic and said with a bit of regret: "It's a pity that we came at the wrong time. It's only late spring and it's still early to bloom!"
Qian Qingqing blinked: "Why do I have a feeling that you seem to have been in Qingluo Realm for a while."
After the two left the Xufeng Realm, they needed to make a transit in the Qingluo Realm.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cheng Han took his fiancée for a walk around the city.
Qian Qingqing discovered that her fiancé was familiar with all the situations in the Qingluo world, and it was not like entering this world for the first time at all.
Regarding this.
Cheng Han smiled slightly: "I am the deputy palace master and I have read some information beforehand."
Qian Qingqing was dubious: "Is it true?"
Deep down in her heart, she felt that even if she had read relevant information, it would be difficult for her to live up to the level of her fiancé.
After all, the difference between the words you read in books and the pictures you see with your eyes is really huge.
Cheng Han nodded heavily: "Of course!"
This is of course a lie.
The truth is that a modification of the previous Fire Eagle, the "Falcon Eagle", was sent to the Sea of Gods for testing.
He took the opportunity to release a Netherworld and stayed in Qingluo Realm for a few days, so he had a certain understanding of this world.
Cheng Han changed the subject at the right time: "It's too slow to walk. Let's call a bullock cart."
Qian Qingqing followed the good advice: "Okay!"
Because the city was built on trees, almost all roads in the city were winding roads, and the natives widely used ox carts as transportation.
but.
This cow is not that cow.
It is an animal called a "snail cow". The horns on their foreheads are spiral-shaped.
The snail cow has a docile personality and is very strong, and can easily drag several tons of things.
The couple waited on the side of the road for a while and then saw a snail cart driving over.
"Hey! Hey!"
The hooves of the cows trampled on the gravel road, making a rhythmic sound.
Cheng Han immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Dart!"
This is not Wanhao language.
It's the local indigenous language.
When Qian Qingqing heard this, she glanced at her fiancé again.
The snail cart immediately slowed down and approached this side.
The driver driving the car had a slightly darker complexion and his eyes had strange double pupils.
He glanced at the two of them, jumped out of the car, and said respectfully: "Master Wan Hao, please get in the car."
The coachman looked at the other indigenous passengers in the carriage, and his attitude was not so good: "Hurry up and make some room for Mr. Wan Hao."
The natives immediately moved and gave up the first row, and crowded in the second to fifth rows.
Cheng Han boarded the carriage first, followed closely by Qian Qingqing.
Each row of seats in the oxcart can accommodate four to five passengers, but now only two people are seated, which makes it look very spacious.
The back row was all crowded with Aboriginals, and there were even six Aboriginals crammed into the third row.
Qian Qingqing noticed this scene and looked quite subtle.
Even a fool can see that the Wanhao people have a very high status in this world.
"Pull! Pull!"
The driver climbed into the car and shouted loudly.
This is shouting at the animals.
The two snail cows shook their heads and pulled the carriage forward.
"call!"
The breeze blew by.
Qian Qingqing's black hair floated up.
It seemed that the reason for the existence of Wanhao people was that no natives spoke, and the carriage was quiet.
After a while.
Qian Qing used his secret voice transmission technique and said: "This world is so strange."
This is a bit vague to say.
But Cheng Han completely understood the meaning behind his words.
The fiancée was lamenting that the Qingluo people in the Qingluo world were too submissive. Their attitude towards the Wanhao tribe was genuine respect.
In comparison.
The descendants of the Satyr tribe in the Xufeng Realm generally hate the Wanhao tribe. For tens of thousands of years, various resistance incidents have occurred one after another.
Cheng Han pointed out the core problem in one sentence: "Qingluo people have no gods."
Qian Qingqing was a little strange: "Why?"
in her mind.
Every intelligent race must have strong men at the level of gods.
For example, the Satyr tribe has three powerful gods. There are also many sea tribes in Youmiao Realm, which also have their own sea gods. Another example is the Wanhao tribe, which has many god-level powerhouses.
Cheng Han smiled and explained: "Most small worlds and most races do not have god-level experts.
"Perhaps for our Wanhao tribe, if we are extremely talented and have enough good luck, it is not unimaginable to ascend to the throne of God.
"But for other races, it is actually too difficult to create a path to the divine pass without any experience to draw from!"
Qian Qingqing suddenly realized: "Xuan Yin!"
Cheng Han nodded and said: "The countless ancestors of the Wanhao clan have worked hard to find out each mysterious seal, which is the foundation for our clan to become a powerful clan."
Take himself as an example.
If you are unfortunate enough to be reincarnated into a weak race, even if you have such magical skills as the Omniscient Eye, you will only be disappointed.
Because there is not so much knowledge to analyze.
It is absolutely impossible for his strength to surpass the level of Xuandu in a short period of time.
One sentence.
He stepped on the shoulders of countless senior Wan Hao and was able to grow up quickly.
soon.
A passerby stood on the roadside, waving and trying to stop the car.
This time it was a darker-skinned Aboriginal person.
The driver stopped the car and sat motionless on his seat. His tone was a little impatient: "Open the door yourself and come up quickly!"
The natives obeyed the instructions honestly.
When this person got on the bus, he saw two Wanhao people sitting in the first row. He was startled for a moment and then consciously walked to the back row.
Qian Qingqing noticed this detail and curved the corners of his mouth slightly.
After a while.
When she was looking at the scenery on the roadside, she saw a different lens.
I saw an ugly-looking Wanhao man walking out of a mansion with an indigenous woman in his arms.
The beauty of the two women is quite outstanding, the only flaw is their dark skin.
Qian Qingqing couldn't help but spit: "It's like this in broad daylight, it's so rude!"
She sighed again: "A race without gods is destined to be inferior."
Cheng Han laughed: "From the perspective of our tribe, this kind of behavior is very worthy of encouragement."
Qian Qingqing thought for a while, nodded and said, "That makes sense."
She talked about her understanding from the perspective of the Grand Consul: "If the Wanhao tribe wants to rule the Qingluo Realm firmly, the population of its own tribe should be as large as possible, and the population of foreign tribes should be as small as possible.
"Allowing Wanhao men to marry more wives can objectively reduce the chances of marriage and childbearing for Qingluo men, thereby slowly increasing the proportion of the population of this tribe."
Cheng Han smiled and nodded: "That's right!"
He casually mentioned the policy of the Wanhao tribe in this world: "A series of preferential treatment will be given to Qingluo women who marry the Wanhao tribe.
"Give mixed-race descendants born to Qingluo women more generous benefits, covering everything from housing to education, to medical care and employment."
Cheng Han paused and concluded: "In the final analysis, it is to quietly deprive some Qingluo men of their reproductive rights through differential policies.
"If this continues from generation to generation, eventually the Qingluo people will become a minority, and the Wanhao people will completely occupy this community."
He pointed at the coachman's back and said: "In this city, coachman is a good profession, and the income is relatively guaranteed.
"If my guess is correct, the coachman should have a female relative who is married to a Wanhao person, otherwise he would not be able to get such a position."
This is not actually a "guess".
Rather, it is a deduced result.
Qian Qingqing couldn't help but sigh: "The competition between races is indeed too cruel."
Cheng Han laughed: "Actually, this is just a relatively mild method."
He changed the subject: "My clan's method of transforming the Xu Feng Realm can be considered cruel."
Qian Qingqing said "Oh" and asked, "How do you say that?"
Cheng Han thought for a while and felt that he could tell some secrets to his fiancée, so he said: "After the Satyr tribe was defeated, many Satyrs survived by luck.
"His Royal Highness the God in charge of this realm ordered the use of the Mysterious Formation to carry out large-scale forced transformation of the Satyr race.
"The power of the black formation turned their hair color to black, their pupils black, and the characteristics of the Satyr race were erased.
"Due to the minor damage to the body caused by the transformation, almost one-tenth of the Satyr people died one after another in the interior in the next few years."
Qian Qingqing listened to the story with a frightened expression on her pretty face.
Cheng Han recounted the past: "In addition, the transformation of the Xuan Zhen is not stable, and many of the offspring born to the Satyrs still have obvious Satyr characteristics.
"The officials forcibly took these children away, sent them to other small worlds in batches, trained them into legions of servants, and wasted them on the battlefield.
"This process lasted for more than five thousand years before it came to an end temporarily, because the number of people with dominant Satyr characteristics has decreased significantly."
Qian Qingqing took over: "So, the subsequent policy became a systematic suppression, depriving Sartre men of their reproductive rights?"
Cheng Han affirmed: "That's right!"
Qian Qingqing sighed leisurely: "I didn't understand this back then, and I thought the school had gone too far. It turned out that there was such a thought behind it."
Cheng Han asked with a smile: "Do you think we should do this?"
Qian Qingqing nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"
She added: "The interests of the Wanhao clan are above all else!"
Whether it's the virtual wind world or other small worlds.
When the chief consul of every city receives an appointment from Xuan Pavilion, he will see these bold words at the end of the appointment letter.
Cheng Han saw this sentence when he first took office as the chief consul of Anhua City.
Qian Qingqing had also seen this sentence before when he took up the position of chief consul of Eagle Strike City.
at this time.
Cheng Han whispered again: "The mysterious seal created by ancestor Wan Hao should not be awarded to outsiders."
Qian Qingqing deeply agreed: "It should be so."
That is why.
In the official system, the Satyr people can only go as far as warriors, and will never reach the threshold of Xuanshi.
While the couple was chatting.
No one else from Qingluo dared to speak.
Even the driver did not dare to shout too loudly for fear of disturbing the noble man.
Although they do not have great power, they are not fools. It can be seen from various details that the identity of this couple is not simple.
Not long after.
The coachman "pull" a few times.
The car suddenly slowed down and pulled the carriage to the side of the road.
The coachman jumped out of the car quickly, opened the door on his own initiative, and said with a smile on his face: "You two, please get out of the car."
Cheng Han nodded in greeting and popped out a silver coin.
"Ding!"
The silver coin drew an arc and flew towards the coachman.
The coachman caught the silver coin, glanced at it quickly, and immediately burst into laughter: "Thank you Master Wanhao for the reward."
This one silver coin is far more than the fare.
Cheng Han stopped talking to the driver and took his fiancée away.
behind him.
The coachman wiped the silver coins and said with deep emotion: "Master Wan Hao is not only generous, but also more polite and more particular in his behavior."
He said "poof" again and cursed: "Qingluo people are too cunning. They actually used fake money to ride in the car. Cao Taimao will die badly."
In his words, this person had the attitude that he was "half a Wanhao person and disdained to associate with the Qingluo people."
Everyone else in the carriage pretended not to hear.
Not only that.
The two Qingluo women actually nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with this.
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the other side.
Qian Qingqing held her fiancé's hand and asked, "Did you give me more money on purpose?"
Cheng Han smiled and said: "Properly demonstrating the superiority of Wanhao people will help deprive Qingluo men of their reproductive rights faster."