Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 358 - 358 347 Yin's Enfeoffment1

358: Chapter 347 Yin’s Enfeoffnt_1 358: Chapter 347 Yin’s Enfeoffnt_1 Jiang Ding, embodying Armor-25, concealed his breath and figure, flying in the sky.

Below him, the villages and cities, along with mountains, forests, and rivers, continually swept past under his feet.

“That Immortal Tiankuang moves swiftly, a bit too hastily.

Just over a month after breaking through the Qiyu Sect’s gates, he didn’t even kill the Qiyu Golden Core but started to arrange his affairs among the mortals.”

Jiang Ding’s gaze briefly rested upon a minor city’s wall and the city lord’s mansion, with a dragon flag hoisted atop and the ‘Yin’ character emblazoned upon it.

“In just twenty-six years, Yue Country has undergone three regi changes.

It has truly suffered through calamities.”

“Moreover, the Liudao Sect seems to have taken a finer approach to governing Yue Country?

Every prefectural city is guarded by two or three Qi Practitioners, unlike Qiyu Sect’s strict emphasis on isolating the immortals from the mortals.”

The invisible Escape Light paused montarily over Chizhong Mansion.

The Spirit Elent sonar waves, akin to Divine Sense, radiated in all directions, indeed revealing only three Qi Practitioners—two mid-stage, one late-stage Qi Practicing.

Jiang Ding contemplated for a mont, descended into a street corner, and with a turn, transford into a down-and-out middle-aged swordsman.

He started walking towards a teahouse in Chizhong Mansion he often visited back when he was in high school, twenty-six years ago.

Soon after, a two-story wooden building ca into view.

“Liu’s Tea House, it’s still here.”

Jiang Ding couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder.

In just twenty-six years, having endured Duke Zhendong Marquis Tang Wang’s rebellion and massacre of the city, mayhem caused by the monks of Xuetu Hall, and cannibalism by Demon Country’s demon cultivators, it’s remarkable for it to have survived, with the owner not even having changed; it was truly rare and precious.

This is the way of survival for the mortals, possessing no ability to protect themselves, like weeds, it’s all about the numbers, and so parts always manage to survive.

Upon entering the tea house, it was bustling with noise and activity.

The latest regi change in Yue Country hadn’t sparked a military upheaval, and the disturbance caused by demon cultivators was also suppressed, allowing the lives of the commoners to regain so semblance of normalcy.

He found a seat by the window, the routine unchanged after all these years, and ordered a pot of Biluochun tea.

Jiang Ding quietly observed the scenery outside the window.

Compared to many years ago, the mountains remained unchanged, but the houses and roads on the street had undergone many alterations, mixing the familiar with the unfamiliar.

“Why has the Dragon and Phoenix List stopped?”

A gaunt old man sighed, his features dimly recognizable, seemingly as soone who had lived nearby for years: “Ever since my great-grandfather’s ti, the Dragon and Phoenix List has been there.

Listening to the stories of the heroes of Jianghu every day, it was so good.

Suddenly it’s gone, and it feels quite unusual.”

“Isn’t that the truth?”

“What are these lords thinking?

The Dragon and Phoenix List was fine, it wasn’t bothering anyone.”

The thin old man’s words resonated with the patrons around him, evoking unanimous complaints, with a strong and heated reaction.

In these tis, with underdeveloped productivity and scarce resources,

Their ans of entertainnt were extrely limited.

The periodic Dragon and Phoenix List carried many of their attachnts, acting as a spiritual sustenance second only to food in importance.

It had beco a habit over many years, and now that it was gone, they felt an unbearable itch all over.

“Cough cough!”

A stern cough sounded in the tea house, and everyone instantly fell silent, turning to look at the source of the noise.

It was a tall, burly man with a large beard, with the cultivation base of the Internal Qi Realm, wearing the uniform of a constable and a black-sheathed long knife at his waist.

“Fellow villagers, let’s not discuss the Dragon and Phoenix List in the future.

It would make things difficult for , Liu Xiong.”

The big-bearded constable spoke sternly, “This is an edict from the prefectural mansion of the Chizhong Male, sanctioned by the lords in the capital.

You must know, the lord is a being from the clouds, an immortal among n.”

“You all heard about the Qingyi Building assassin incident a few days ago, right?”

“More than twenty people, all skilled hands at the Internal Qi Realm, and there was even a Xiantian from the legends of Jianghu.

What happened?

The lord rely waved his hand, and divine fire fell from the sky, wiping them out in the blink of an eye.”

“It’s better for us to stay safe.

Let’s not think about the Dragon and Phoenix List anymore.

It’s sothing only traitors would do.”

“Yes, yes, yes, the little old man knows he was wrong.”

The gaunt elder showed a look of fear and repeatedly slapped himself.

“Elder Zhang, there’s no need for this, just be more careful.

After all, you watched , Liu Xiong, grow up.”

The bearded head constable’s face softened a bit.

“These are orders from the Duke’s mansion.

If sothing went wrong, I, your nephew, really couldn’t cover for it.”

The tea house instantly grew quiet.

“Constable Liu,”

It took a long while before soone mustered the courage to ask, “Does this an that from now on we only need to follow the Duke’s mansion, without any regard for the Prefectural City yan or the imperial court?”

The others also looked over.

This was about their livelihoods, who they paid taxes to, who they worked for, and who was in charge.

Such things couldn’t be vague.

“That’s right; it’s just like that.”

The bearded head constable declared cheerfully, “In the capital, the Emperor…

No, our great Yin Dynasty’s Yuebo, has enfeoffed various lands to the sons and n.

Except for Yuezhou, which belongs to Yuebo himself, all other areas are under the jurisdiction of the respective sons and nDukes.

We only need to listen to our Chizhong Duke.”

“The Emperor…

How did he beco Yuebo?”

Soone was taken aback.

“The true Emperor of the great Yin exists in a very distant place, rumored to be among the lands of immortals!”

The bearded head constable’s eyes glead with zeal, as if honored, “Our great Yin is far stronger than what Yue Country or Tang Country was before.

Only those among the immortals can be Dukes.”

“The best days are yet to co!”

“If that’s true, the future is bound to be bright.”

Many people’s eyes flickered with desire, recalling an announcent: “Didn’t the Duke say a few days ago that he was widely accepting consorts?

Is there still a chance?”

Previously, despite various rumors, people were still skeptical and reluctant to throw their daughters into the fire, betting on a not-even-official-wife scenario, since the troupe had only been in power for a month.

Now, with Liu Xiong, a fellow neighbor, confirming it with his own words, many imdiately believed it.

If one were successfully chosen,

they might ascend to the heavens and beco amongst the immortals.

“As far as I know, the Duke’s requirents are very strict.

He wants perfection in both morality and talent, and in a few days, the mansion will stop taking concubines.”

“My sister Liu E was lucky to be selected.”

Liu Xiong boasted for a mont, longingly saying, “According to the Duke, the ancestors of the Yin’s were originally just a woman in the mountains who, resting by a riverbank, dreamt of an immortal, embraced yin and yang in her dream, and three years later gave birth to a son.

With exceptional talent, the child cultivated to an extrely profound realm and achieved immortality.”

“If my sister bears a son, he will be of the blood of immortals, and who knows, he might…”

“Your noble nephew will surely achieve Dao and beco immortal!”

He didn’t say it, but everyone was lost in their imagination, faces flushed with excitent.

Many couldn’t sit still and hurried ho.

The bustling tea house suddenly emptied out.

Those who didn’t have an unmarried daughter at ho sighed at the missed opportunity of a lifeti.

“A divine child born from a dream?”

“That is a fairly standard legend.

Many mortal dynasties fabricate similar glorifications for their founders, such as red light filling the room at birth, clouds at dusk resembling sunset, or courtyard trees shading like royal canopies, all indicating a destiny for rule.

It’s not surprising.”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept through weakly, confirming that the big-bearded head constable was not lying.

Indeed, a similar tale had been told to him by the Chizhong Duke.

“But for a Cultivation Family with a Nascent Soul Monk to actively spread such a tale is sowhat unbecoming.”

“Why?”

He fell into contemplation.