The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1231 - 527: Peaceful Life, Blood Cloud Bandits

Chapter 1231: Chapter 527: Peaceful Life, Blood Cloud Bandits

Dingbo State.

The carriage traveled along the broad streets.

The young man wore a gentle smile on his face.

"In the thirteen states of the world, Dingbo State is known for its enlightened administration and contented populace."

Chi Changle had a slender figure, with eyes deeply sunken, and his long robe draped over him like a hanger.

Through the window, Qi Yuan gazed outside at the various street vendors hawking their wares; although they wore coarse hemp garments, hardly any appeared gaunt or emaciated.

If one were to remove his clothes and judge merely by physique, Chi Changle might be considered the poorest among them.

"Compared with other places, this is indeed much better," Qi Yuan commented.

Be it Ninghe County, Fengshan Prefecture, or Yesan Lake, none seemed as good as this prefecture.

"Dingbo State, also known as Liuzhou," Chi Changle said with profound implication.

This ’Liu’ naturally referred to the surname Liu.

"Initially, many of the policies left by the God of Judgment were overturned by the Royal Family, but only Liuzhou retained some," lamented Chi Changle, "However, ever since King Zhenyuan took charge of Dingbo State, who knows how long such days will last."

He spoke with a worried look in his eyes.

"Is King Zhenyuan very strong?" Qi Yuan asked.

Chi Changle was momentarily stunned, surprised that there was someone who didn’t know of King Zhenyuan.

"Among the Seven Gods of the world, King Zhenyuan is one of them," Chi Changle whispered, "Duke Liu is also one of the Seven Gods."

Duke Liu, the strongest in Dingbo State, the sole Divine Grade Soldier Commander.

"It seems, King Zhenyuan cultivates very diligently," Qi Yuan offered his own assessment.

Chi Changle chuckled, "You’d better mention King Zhenyuan’s name less often in the future. In Dingbo State, spies of King Zhenyuan, also known as Blood Hand, are everywhere. Wherever they appear, bloodshed follows!"

"What is their strength?" Qi Yuan asked.

"The four Supervisors are all at the peak of Sky Level Soldier Commanders, and the thousands beneath them are at the Sky Level..."

"It seems they aren’t diligent enough."

"Brother Qi, be careful with your words. If you offend the Blood Hand, not even Officialdom can save you!" Chi Changle said urgently.

"What’s there to be afraid of? We are already marked men with bounties of five hundred thousand; do we still fear offending Blood Hand?" Qi Yuan felt Chi Changle lacked self-awareness.

Joining Judgment, clashing head-on with the Court, and still fearing this?

Chi Changle was taken aback, feeling that Qi Yuan made sense.

After joining Judgment, if discovered by the Court Government, one could be executed outright; why fear offending Blood Hand, the lackey of King Zhenyuan?

"You make sense," Chi Changle nodded earnestly.

The carriage wound its way through the streets at a slow pace.

The cries of the hawkers were incessant.

"Candied haws..."

"Pancakes, pancakes..."

"Jinximei... Fresh Jinximei..."

Qi Yuan’s gaze lingered on the overly vivid fruit.

"What is this?"

Chi Changle’s eyes sparkled with amusement, "This is Har Fruit; you must be a foreigner, seeing it for the first time, right?"

"Why is it called Har Fruit?"

"I don’t know, it’s just called Har Fruit."

Qi Yuan’s gaze was profound.

Was this Har bought as Har Fruit?

Indeed, his influence on this world was profound.

Even Har Fruit existed.

He once told the story of Har Fruit to the Voice of Silence.

...

After settling down at Judgment’s base, Qi Yuan’s life entered a period of tranquility.

Although peaceful, there was much to do.

On one hand, he strove to improve his Artificer realm, aiming to reach the level of Divine Grade Artificer as soon as possible.

But it was too difficult; even with the Talent of a blind Artificer, his progress was slow.

On the other hand, he was also preparing to play the role of Shen Lin, slowly seeking Shen Lin’s followers.

Lastly, he awaited news from Judgment, seeking Strange Spirits and evildoers, then upholding justice.

"Brother Qi, there’s work to be done!"

Just then, a robust voice came from outside the door.

A gleam of excitement flashed in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

Finally, some action.

"Wang Keng, just come in, the door isn’t locked."

Outside the house, a small, thin man dressed in simple clothes, his skin darkened and slick with sweat, hesitated after sniffing the sweat on his body, but still pushed the door open.

"I just unloaded some cargo at the dock, I’m all sweaty," said Wang Keng with an awkward scratch of his buzz cut. He stood inside the house, not sitting down, perhaps afraid of soiling the chair.

"Tired after a whole day, have a seat," Qi Yuan offered Wang Keng some water.

Seeing this, Wang Keng finally sat down, but only perched at the very edge of the seat.

Wang Keng too was a member of Judgment.

His story could be considered somewhat extraordinary.

Born into a Laborer family, specializing in unloading cargo at the docks.

The tiger’s son is still a tiger; the Laborer’s son is still a Laborer.

A hundred years ago, his great-grandfather was also a Laborer, but not an ordinary one.

In the era of Shen Lin, Rakshasa Country had many seemingly bizarre and special rules.

One such rule was the principle of equality; no profession was more noble than another.

Even Laborers, if excellent at their work, still enjoyed "rights" and "speaking authority," holding a rank superior to officials and ministers.

Night fragrance porters, weavers, and the like were also equal.

Wang Keng’s great-grandfather was such a Laborer, a true worker, with a rank higher than a minister.

Although the "quality" of such individuals varied and frequent suggestions may have led to chaotic governance,

fortunately, with the presence of Shen Lin, akin to an intelligent AI, Rakshasa Country never descended into disorder and could even be called "fair" and "just."

At least within Shen Lin’s sight, all darkness was swept clean.

Even incidents like a Courtesan executing the Third Prince became widely known.

However, following Shen Lin’s fall, all of Shen Lin’s era regulations were abolished.

According to the Royal Family, Wang Keng’s great-grandfather was merely a Laborer; his contributions were merely in labor, nowhere near as significant as those of full ministers, and therefore such privileges were revoked.