Tian Yuan

Chapter 2155: Choose, Kill

Millions of humans look dazed and are very confused about the future.

They didn't know who was talking, and a deep sense of unease welled up in their hearts.

"Today, I give you a chance to choose."

"One, continue to live in a muddle, but unlike before, you will have a safe place to live, enough food and clothing, and no longer suffer from bullying."

"Second, I will grant you the method of cultivation. Your future will depend entirely on your own efforts. Only with strength can you have dignity and seek revenge. However, I must warn you that the path of cultivation is very cruel. Without perseverance, you won't go far."

Chen Qingyuan couldn't avenge every one of them. If they wanted dignity and revenge, they had to fight for it themselves. They didn't have the chance before, but now they had it.

Song Mang, who was standing aside, felt a slight tremor in his heart when he heard what Chen Qingyuan said. He was really not expecting this.

It is incredible that a banished immortal like the young master cares so much about the human race and is willing to teach and preach.

"That's all I have to say. You can make your own decision on how to choose."

After saying this, Chen Qingyuan stopped looking at the humans below. He turned around and said to Song Mang, "I'll leave this matter to you. Anyone who is willing to embark on cultivation, no matter how low their talent, can do it."

As long as you are not born with useless meridians, you can draw spiritual energy into your body.

"Excuse me for asking, but is it also possible to have ordinary qualifications?"

Song Mang bowed his head and asked.

Chen Qingyuan gave an affirmative answer: "Yes."

"As ordered."

Song Mang knew the standards and took on the task.

"How long will it take?"

Chen Qingyuan said calmly.

After thinking for a while, Song Mang gave a specific answer: "Ten days at most."

Managing millions of people and figuring out their cultivation qualifications and personal wishes is a huge task.

Ten days is actually a very tight time frame, but Song Mang didn't dare to ask for too much time. He needed to consider his young master and couldn't delay because of such a small matter.

"Okay, I'll give you ten days."

Chen Qingyuan agreed.

"I promise to complete the task and not let you down."

Song Mang clasped his fists and said.

"Ah."

In recent days, Song Mang's performance has been pretty good. Chen Qingyuan is quite satisfied with it and doesn't mind giving him more opportunities in the future.

After explaining everything clearly, Chen Qingyuan disappeared from the spot and his whereabouts are unknown.

After organizing his thoughts, Song Mang immediately arranged for monks of various races in the city to come and help.

In the following days, people in the city were busy.

Various departments were temporarily set up, and the managers within them worked without a moment's rest.

Songmang coordinates the overall situation. If there are any problems, he can make adjustments at the first time to ensure the smooth progress of the matter and not allow the process to be delayed.

"My Lord, most of them are unconscious. How should we deal with this?"

In a palace in the northern part of the city, Song Mang sat in the main seat, and someone came to report.

"Temporarily arrange for them to be in a unified area and send people to provide treatment."

After a period of reorganization, Song Mang has become the ruler of Linfeng City. All dissenting voices have been brutally suppressed.

"Yes."

The man immediately did it and turned around and walked out of the hall.

Soon, a cultivator from the Fox Clan hurried in, bowed, and respectfully reported, "Sir, the Scorpion Clan steward in charge of examining spiritual roots has assaulted several human women. What do you think should be done?"

After saying that, the fox cultivator took out a photo stone, which clearly recorded the actions of the scorpion leader.

Perhaps it was because he needed to vent due to the high intensity of work, or perhaps deep down he didn't take the human race seriously, so his style of behavior remained the same as before.

Another possibility is that the Scorpion leader felt that since he worked so obediently, sleeping with a few human women was no big deal and it would not harm their lives.

Song Mang ordered some people to go and do the work, while others played a supervisory role to ensure the stable operation of each link and no mistakes.

"killed."

In this regard, Song Mang made a decision without hesitation.

"what?"

The fox cultivator was stunned. He didn't expect the punishment to be so severe.

It's just bullying a few human women. Is it necessary?

The idea that humans and slaves were almost equal was deeply ingrained in everyone's minds. Slaughtering a hard-working deacon because of a few slaves was absurd and unacceptable.

"I repeat, kill!"

Song Mang already possessed the aura of a superior, at least within Linfeng City, he held considerable prestige. Even the ferocious power of his killing spree could deter the scoundrels from all sides.

"As ordered, I will do it now."

The fox cultivators did not dare to hesitate any longer and followed orders.

When the hall was empty, Song Mang's face showed a hint of fatigue. In truth, he didn't have much respect for the human race. After all, for countless years, the human race had lived at the bottom of society, and their mindsets were difficult to change in the short term.

The reason why Song Mang is so strict and does not allow any ethnic group to bully the human race again is for one reason only, that is, Chen Qingyuan has a clear liking for the human race.

Half an hour later, the body of the Scorpion leader was hung on a high-rise building in the northern part of the city as a warning to everyone.

Although people of all ethnic groups held deep resentment and cursed countless times in their hearts, they appeared to be obedient and dared not speak out.

With the lessons learned from the past, no one dares to bully the human race anymore. Life is important, so act with caution.

On the tenth day, Songmang successfully completed the task.

"Sir, please show yourself. I have something to report."

Holding the organized booklet tightly in his hand, Song Mang shouted loudly towards Yun Hai. He believed that with the young master's ability, he would definitely be able to hear him.

Sure enough, Chen Qingyuan appeared in front of Song Mang the next moment.

Standing at the entrance of a luxurious, dreamlike ancient palace, Song Mang bowed to Chen Qingyuan, who had descended from the sky. "Sir, there are a total of 54,760 people who meet the criteria and are willing to embark on the path of cultivation. There are also over 2 million people who have been tortured, their minds damaged, unable to make a choice, and have been arranged to special areas for treatment and resettlement..."

Song Mang reported in detail, and all the data was recorded in the book. They were all accurate numbers, not ambiguous estimates.

hum!

Chen Qingyuan flipped his left hand, and a Qiankun bag appeared in his palm.

With a slight shake of his hand, he brought the Qiankun bag to Song Mang.

"It contains the complete method for the human race to enter the Dao, as well as the corresponding resources, which are reasonably distributed to ensure that everyone has the initial resources to practice."

Chen Qingyuan ordered.

"Yes."

Song Mang held the Qiankun bag in both hands and received it.

Whoosh!

Chen Qingyuan disappeared again.

There is no restriction or seal on the Qiankun bag. Song Mang only needs to use the power of his spiritual consciousness to see what is inside.

Song Mang opened the Qiankun bag and took a look.

Boom! Boom!

Seeing the huge amount of spirit stones in the bag, Song Mang suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body shook violently, as if struck by lightning, and was shocked speechless.

This was the first time in Song Mang's life that he had seen so many spirit stones.

Moreover, they are all top-grade spirit stones with very few impurities.

God!

I must be dreaming!

Song Mang stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.