The monks in official uniforms lined up in front of the Tuku Hall all saluted respectfully.
Although the princes granted by the royal city cannot command them, the strength of each prince is enough for them to bow respectfully despite the title.
The civil servant in Tuku looked at the marquis.
Wearing a burgundy robe, he had a flat crown on his head and his hair was tied up meticulously.
The deep eyes under the bun are focused on the starry sky, just like the aquiline nose on the Tianzhu Mountain Peak splitting the harmony on the face. The aquiline nose relaxed slightly: "Are you ready?"
"I would like to report to the Marquis that the earth and star secrets have been debugged. We are just waiting for the Marquis to choose his own fiefdom."
The civil servant of the library handed over.
The other party was clearly a great sage, and judging by his attire, he must have been a powerful official.
But the other person doesn't look like a human being.
To say that among the monks, the most human-like ones are only Masters Wu Rong and Ruzang.
Even Yu Shen is the same.
He is tall and thin, his eyes glow with a faint blue light, and his legs can be vaguely arched.
The bluish-white face looks a little more pale.
Wu Rong had long been accustomed to this.
He has no prejudices either.
There are countless creatures in this world, and even in the Eastern Wasteland dominated by human cultivators, there are countless demons and monsters.
No matter where you are, as long as you are in the cultivation world, all monks will call each other "fellow Taoist" even if they don't know each other.
Wu Rong walked into the library under the guidance of the envoy.
Crossing the majestic palace gates and walking through the long corridor, the carved talisman formations shimmered as the spiritual light was transmitted.
It seems to be clearly divided but blended into one, and in the palace, there are three giant seismometer suppression formations on a guarded high altar.
Standing in front of the giant seismograph, Yu Shen exclaimed: "This is the armillary sphere of the royal city!"
"good."
The great sage who received him smiled and said: "The Armillary Heaven and Earth Instrument is used to survey the world's spiritual veins and mark the cave heaven and blessed land. Every inch of the cloudy sky can be found here. The most powerful thing about this ancient treasure is to command the world's spiritual veins. If we talk about the world
The spiritual veins are like a group of dragons, and this is the dragon ball that can mobilize the dragon veins."
"Dragon Ball?"
Wu Rong murmured: "Maybe."
The armillary seismometer in front of me is clearly similar to the Book of Life and Death, and it is even more ancient. How could it only have such a simple function?
He did not come to explore the ancient treasures of the royal city, so he said: "The northwest, near the Demon Abyss and the Styx River, is a place close to the Asura clan."
He led the Great Sage to cast spells, chanted the words, and the magic power was integrated into the large formation to activate the formation to rotate the giant starry sky in front of him.
The three star rings start to operate one after another.
The starry sky quickly revealed the bitter cold land in the cloudy northwest.
Mu Sheng, the great sage of Tuku who was welcoming Wu Rong, frowned, and the officials and record-keeping officials who lined up beside him were all quite surprised.
This is not a good place.
Mu Sheng said in a deep voice: "Master Hou, this place is just a corner. Not to mention it is close to the Demon Abyss. Because it is barren, there are no Wanbu at all. The Blessed Land and the Cave Heaven do not grow on the vast land. Although it is close to the Styx River, the spiritual energy is still sufficient.
, it is also supported by the blood sea mineral veins, but it is really not as good as the Central Plains area."
"I understand." Wu Rong smiled and nodded.
The other party had good intentions for saying so much.
Mu Sheng had to explain clearly, otherwise he would have to face a lawsuit when people arrived and found that it did not meet expectations and turned back.
"Go two thousand miles to the right of Xueling Mountain."
A message fell on Wu Rong's ears.
Wu Rong still maintained his usual expression, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Mu, the Bloody Ling Mountain here should 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's fiefdom. This place is soaked in the sea of blood all year round, so a kind of blood gold spiritual mine will be produced..."
"Two thousand miles to the right?"
"this……"
"Also in the process of doing things cheaply."
"Okay, these two thousand miles will also be given to me."
Mu Sheng raised his hand to signal, and the clerk behind him hurriedly recorded it.
Unexpectedly, when the long scroll was opened, the clerk hurriedly responded and lowered the business: "Sir, someone has already acquired this place."
"who?"
Mu Sheng looked back and asked.
The clerk quickly opened the record and said: "A count selected this place three hundred years ago and administered millions of territories."
Mu Sheng asked: "Who is this saint who occupies this place?"
"I don't have any background. I heard that a genius from the Yu and Dong people became a saint, and from then on, millions of territories were assigned to the Yu and Dong people."
The clerk flipped through the files in his hand. The files were shaped like jade slips, and the spiritual paths on them changed, allowing him to use one jade slip to mobilize knowledge from other files.
Mu Sheng was determined.
Since he is a native with no background, two thousand miles does not matter.
"It's only two thousand miles, what's the big deal."
Mu Sheng responded calmly, and then said: "Since it is the Marquis who wants to choose a fiefdom, unless he wants to avoid other powerful people, once the boundary monument is placed, the territory of the sage earl should also be divided into it."
A high official position is overwhelming, let alone a noble title.
Wu Rong smiled and said: "Thank you, Master Mu. I chose this place because I was really afraid that I would not be able to gain a foothold in the Central Plains because of my lack of strength. I traveled these two thousand miles to completely solve the problem of the mineral veins, so that most of the mineral veins would not be in my hands and the other half would be in my hands."
other places, resulting in disputes."
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis!"
Mu Sheng didn't dare to take other people's modesty seriously.
Wu Rong, who controlled the soul flag, controlled the divine weapon and defeated Ji Yan, the Taoist king of the underworld, with one strike.
Not to mention there is a divine weapon spirit in that soul flag.
In other words, there has never been a precedent for a weapon spirit to be ennobled in the royal city, otherwise how could the other party get a title.
"Okay, that's it."
Wu Rong nodded with satisfaction.
He did not ask the master why he reminded him. Now was obviously not the time, and the master must have reason to say so.
Been busy all morning.
Of course, it was the officials in Tuku who were busy.
Wu Rong, three people and one demon were sitting around drinking tea and discussing Taoism at Mu Sheng's invitation, which was very pleasant.
At the place chosen by Wu Rong, Tutu will begin to print the land deeds, count the tribes, take stock of the blessed land of the cave, register and create a list, create a boundary monument fusion array, and use the armillary sphere to draw out the map.
By the time all the work was done, two full hours had passed.
"It's better to have a team."
Wu Rong sighed after receiving the land deed.
Such a trivial matter is just an arrangement in the above sentence, but it requires mobilizing countless manpower and material resources and thousands of officials to sort and check it.
Only then was a thin title deed smoothly handed over.
"Do you need me to take the boundary marker with me?"
"Need not."
"Before the Marquis arrives at the fiefdom, the royal city will place boundary markers for the Marquis."
"good."
"I'll take my leave now."
Wu Rong handed over his hand.
The three people and one demon walking down the stairs were obviously much more relaxed.
"Where to go next?"
"Lord, we should go to the arsenal to get the rewarded magic weapons, go to Lingmai Mountain to get the seventh-level spiritual veins, go..."
"Then let's go one by one."
…
Far away.
Northwest land.
Boom!
The skyfire meteors drew a long arc from the sky and crashed down amidst violent fluctuations.
Wait until the fog and heat subside.
Take a closer look.
I was seeing a huge boundary monument three feet high standing on the border.
Letter: ‘Guan Minghou’
Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in the northwest. They were also wondering why meteors suddenly fell from the sky.
The monk wearing wild animal skin looked at his companions and asked in surprise: "What's going on? Could it be that another meteorite has landed?"
"It doesn't look like a meteorite."
"Clan leader, look!"
The shorter young man opened his mouth in surprise.
The monk of the Ichimoku clan who was called the clan leader looked up and saw the shock of the sky reflected in the single eye embedded in his forehead that occupied half of his face.
Countless rays of light bloomed from the horizon, streaking with fire. Their flying speed seemed slow, but they understood that it was clearly because they were too far away.
"That is?"
"Jie Yu!"
Yimu Shida stared blankly at the Jieyu in the distance.
He had only heard of it from the elders in the clan.
If one day you can cultivate to the saint level, you can go to Dongyue King City to receive the reward from the emperor. The emperor will generously share his land with people.
They only need to choose their own tribe, including a territory of millions of miles.
At this time, the sky will drop the boundary monument.
Boundary monuments are like rain.
From now on, I will never be without food or clothing, nor will I be bullied again.
Truly take the fate of yourself and your tribe into your own hands.
Ichimoku Ishida was only seven years old when he heard this story.
He had heard this story told by many people.
When he grew up and became the patriarch, he also told his children.
I didn't expect to be able to see it with my own eyes.
And it’s still such a big scale.
"Clan leader, there is one left there!"
"Walk!"
A group of monks rushed over.
I saw three big characters written on it.
"Chief, what's written on it?"
The illiterate person looked at Ishidai.
With one eye, Shi Da trembled slightly and said in a deep voice: "Guan Minghou!"
"What?!
"The title of a powerful prince."
A saint can own millions of territories, so how much land should a powerful prince own?
It was so big that it had no boundaries, and would even include their Yimu clan. The moment the boundary monument fell, they became the subjects of that powerful prince.
"Chief, what should we do?"
He looked blankly at the clan leader who had been standing in front of the boundary monument for a long time.
He couldn't help but reach out and pull the patriarch's shoulder.
I only saw the clan leader Shi Da turning around with tears streaming down his face: "I'm sorry, I'm incompetent. I haven't cultivated to the level of count, and I haven't turned the clan land into a fiefdom..."
Ichimoku opened his mouth and tightened his grip on the halberd in his hand.
He is very much shouting that they can control their own destiny.
But what was about to come was great power, the great power of a feudal lord. Just hearing these four words was enough to make him unable to say any disrespectful words at all.
…
"Jieyu is coming, and this vast land finally welcomes its master!"
A tall, thin old man in a long robe was kneeling on the ground.
He prayed: "A powerful prince will definitely be able to protect our clan. This is a rare opportunity and a gift from heaven to end the damned chaos."
"..."
"The great power of the feudal lord is coming."
"..."
Thousands of ethnic groups saw this world rain.
Some people are praying, some are ecstatic, some are worried, some are laughing, some are grieving, some are hesitant, some are confused, some are ambitious...
No one knows whether the arrival of a powerful lord can change the situation of this land for the better or make it worse.
But even the most humble monk knows that this is an opportunity that can never be repeated, because even if there is still great power, he will not choose this place again.
Regardless of the attitudes of various ethnic groups or monks with strong cultivation levels.
At least for this moment, they were completely silent.
Even the monks who had already started fighting tacitly retreated and waited.