Robbing the tax silver in the Outer Pass Commandery was undoubtedly courting death. The last such case had been more than a decade ago. It was said that over a hundred deserters from the patrol teams had wanted to rob the tax silver before fleeing into the Great Wilderness, never to return. As it turned out, before the tax silver had even warmed in their hands, every one of them had been wiped out in the Great Wilderness.
War and liberation always came with sacrifice. Killing tax officials and seizing military supplies—I understood very well the price such acts of war demanded. The higher-ups would probably send troops to wipe me out soon. Of course, I would never sit around waiting to die.
I had Zhao Xian'guan spread rumors and announce the news that cultivators from the lower realm had emerged through the rifts in the Great Wilderness, along with reports that some of them had become bandits because they had not been properly managed. The two pieces of news spread like wildfire, leaving quite a few cities in a state of panic. That way, even if the higher-ups investigated, I would have time to stall them.
The cultivators from the lower realm had not all joined Guanzhong City. Cultivators from the lower realm had also accidentally wandered into other cities one after another, so sooner or later everyone would learn of this. I had merely accelerated the spread of the news. In this way, Guanzhong City's actions in gathering the cultivators from the lower realm naturally became a righteous undertaking. We were managing and recruiting them on behalf of the organization. As for how they intended to deal with them, that was a matter for later.
Of course, robbing this one team of tax officials was not enough. We