Of course, Zhao Zilin didn't know whether it was prosperous or not, but as the head of the family, the Zhao family was forcibly disbanded in this round of changes led by the top leaders of the cultivation world.
Almost all aristocratic families among mortals have some monk background.
Some of them have ancestors who once gave birth to monks, and some of them still have clansmen who are monks.
Relying on the support of the immortal masters in the world of cultivation, these families can prosper for a long time.
But in the eyes of the Nascent Soul Transformation monks, all these relationships are nothing.
Each of them is an old monster that is 1,800 years old, and their worldly connections have long since dissipated over a long period of time.
In the eyes of the Nascent Soul Transformation monks who dominate this land, the only meaning of the mortal world is to be a breeding ground and to cultivate as many cannon fodder as quickly as possible.
No need for any bullshit complicated social relationships.
The upper echelons of monks do not allow the existence of mortals who do not work but only eat alms.
Mortals should either be responsible for farming, or be responsible for giving birth to children, or they should go directly to the front line and not do so many miscellaneous things.
What we are doing is a breeding farm, not a society.
Monks also do not charge taxes, or in other words, they only collect "blood taxes" and regularly send newcomers to the Yin Yang and Five Elements Schools organized by major sects.
Many "training classes" that were once glorious were wiped out, some "teachers" were recruited, and the rest were all rushed outside Xuanwu Pass.
Go and enter the customs!
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"Has the eldest lady recovered?" Jin Guang asked everyday.
Ever since the Zhao family was forcibly disbanded, Zhao Zilin, the head of the family, has been in low spirits.
She worked hard to run the family and risked her life to build the foundation. She thought that after she built the foundation, her father would hand over the Zhao family to her and it would be prosperous.
As a result, a dissolution order has completely shattered this illusion, and the flourishing Zhao family has been split into dozens of small families.
Those who can farm will be dragged to farm, those who can't farm will go to the front line, and those who can't farm but haven't gone to the battlefield will have to pay a blood tax and have to give birth to a child every three years.
Of course, there is the only exception. If the child is born with true spiritual roots, he will be tax-free for life.
More mortals have more true spiritual roots. The monks have figured this out.
"No..." Master Shui Jing replied casually.
Master Shui Jing, who was born in a poor family, felt very happy about the slutty operations of the four major sects. He had been used to seeing wealthy families oppressing the poor since he was a child.
How many people were tricked into selling their sons and daughters, and their families were ruined.
Master Shuijing was extremely happy to be able to witness their collective downfall with his own eyes.
As for Jin Guang, he was originally a member of the poor, but unfortunately his thoughts were all on Zhao Zilin. Now that the eldest lady is unhappy, he also feels uncomfortable...
"The A, B, Shen Chou District that she is responsible for has only produced more than 800 births this year. If she doesn't urge her and fails to reach the target, most of this year's bonus will be deducted."
"Zilin won't be able to recover for a while. I'll urge her on her behalf tomorrow."
"...It's hopeless."
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After stepping into the foundation building level, Master Shui Jing can clearly feel that the world of cultivation now truly accepts him and regards him as a member of the cultivators.
Qi-refining monks, especially those with pseudo-spiritual roots, are not really taken seriously by anyone in the mainstream world of cultivation. They are just talking tools with some value.
But it was different now. In the circle of foundation-building monks, he could also go in and communicate, and no one would care whether it was a real spiritual root or a false spiritual root.
Because even if it is a true spiritual root, only one person can build the foundation. If you can build the foundation, you are the winner in life. Who cares how to build the foundation.
Shui Jing also vaguely felt that there might be other plans behind these big moves of the four major sects.
But his level is too low to see clearly.
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The deepest part of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the Holy Land of the Demon Clan, the Demon Temple.
Giant candles that neither of them could hold together were burning brightly in front of the altar of the demon god, and the melted wax slowly slid down like blood.
The light from the candle was not bright and swayed gently in the empty hall.
Where the light cannot reach, there are still large areas of shadow.
At the highest point of the altar, there was a huge insect egg with one corner split open.
"Are you awake?" I don't know which shadow came from such a mental fluctuation.
"It's you?!" The will in the insect egg instantly recognized the identity of the messenger.
"The mother of all insects, Isis."
"Bai Mo...!!!"
The next moment, a three-story-tall girl covered in mucus was so frightened that she rushed out of the giant insect egg and directly knocked a hole through the demon altar.
Such a huge impact naturally attracted the attention of many demon priests.
The Demon Temple is the holy land of the demon clan. There are dozens of large demons with equivalent to Nascent Soul level combat power stationed nearby on weekdays. After receiving the news, they all transformed back into their original forms and turned into monsters that cover the sky and the sun.
The giant beast rushed to the Demon Temple.
However, a hundred feet outside the demon temple, even the most unruly demon could not resist the pressure of the demon god, and had to crawl on the ground.
One after another, the mythical beasts were waiting respectfully and half-kneeling outside the temple.
"I'm fine, please leave later."
The giant girl transformed into an insect egg shell gently touched the huge hole above the temple that she had penetrated, and the broken parts began to recover as if they were traveling back in time.
"Follow the law!"
Facing the pressure of the demon god above, the big demons couldn't even lift their heads and almost crawled away. However, they didn't feel there was any problem.
The demon clan strongly believes that the strong are respected, and the strong even directly feed on the weak. Dignity means nothing at all.
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"You failed?" After the demons left, Isis asked in the direction of the shadow.
From the moment she knew that she was not dead or demonized, she thought Bai Mo had failed.
Isis has always believed that the other party wants to destroy the world and demonize the entire Daochen world.
"Are you sure?" Bai Mo said.
"..."
"You changed my memory?! You are not from Daochen Realm at all, how could you become the first Taoist Master of Daochen Realm - Moyang Taoist?!"
Isis was thinking and sorting out her memories, and was shocked to find that there were two sets of conflicting memories fighting in her mind.
In one set of memories, Bai Mo was summoned by himself to help him deal with the two great masters of Daochen Realm.
She, the mother of all insects, Isis, was originally the master of the starry sky insect tribe, and was invading the Daochen Realm on a large scale, but was suppressed by the two Taoists of the Daochen Realm and could not make any progress.
So she recruited Bai Mo, whom she met unexpectedly from a distant world, and who had just become an immortal less than 300 years ago, to help share the pressure of the battlefield.
In the end, he didn't expect that the other party would turn around. After his real body arrived, he went straight to one-on-three, suppressing himself and the two other hostile Taoist masters.