Heavenly Monarch Mie Ri: Those Who Throw Our Immortal Sect into Chaos Must Surely Be the Great Sun

This Honghe Rabbit Town in the Magic Vine Minor Realm was by no means a barbaric tribe. It was part of a civilization, part of modern civilization, the far end of the realm's vast Immortal Path Industry.

Jiang Ding's gaze slowly swept across all of Honghe Rabbit Town.

There were the poorest Rabbit Demons, who could only survive by eating vast quantities of wild grass and doing odd jobs for other rabbits in exchange for a little ungraded spirit grass.

There was a reason for this.

He was too stupid to master the cultivation techniques for first-rank Frost Spirit Grass.

There were also rabbits just as poor as him. Perhaps they themselves had fallen ill, perhaps their relatives had; perhaps they had failed a Breakthrough Stage and gone astray in cultivation; perhaps they loved gambling or lust, or perhaps the spirit grass they cultivated had suffered natural disasters or man-made calamities—there were all sorts of reasons.

Lust did not mean brothels. The Immortal Sect prohibited those.

It was because he was trapped by his biological instincts and had poured too many resources into courtship, leaving him destitute.

These Demon Race members mired in poverty made up around twenty percent of all Honghe Rabbit Town. Most of the rest were able to live normal lives and cultivate slowly.

Life was simply like that, ordinary and unremarkable.

Honghe Rabbit Town's law enforcement office had nine people. The highest in cultivation and rank was Hu Dali, a Tiger Demon cultivator at Qi Refining Level Eight. His moral character score was much worse, only ninety-six points.

But it was still a passing grade.

That was the basic requirement.

No matter how talented or extraordinarily gifted a Demon Race cultivator with a failing moral character score might be, they could not become public servants in