Red River Rabbit Town in the Demon Vine Minor World was no savage settlement. It was part of a civilization, part of modern civilization, the far end of the vast immortal-path industry spanning the realms.
Jiang Ding's gaze swept slowly across the whole town.
The poorest rabbit demons could survive only by eating great quantities of wild weeds. They had to work for other rabbits to earn a little ungraded spirit grass.
There was a reason for that.
That rabbit was too dull to master the cultivation of first-tier Frost Spirit Grass.
Other rabbits were just as poor. Some had fallen ill, or had sick relatives. Some had failed a breakthrough or gone astray in cultivation. Others were fond of gambling or chasing mates, while still others had seen the spirit grass they planted destroyed by natural or man-made disasters.
Chasing mates did not mean brothels. The Immortal Sect forbade those.
Rather, a rabbit trapped by his instincts might pour so many resources into finding a mate that he ended up penniless.
These impoverished members of the Demon Race made up roughly twenty percent of Red River Rabbit Town. Most of the rest could live normally and cultivate at a slow pace.
That was life. Nothing remarkable.
The town's law enforcement office had nine members. The highest-ranking among them, in both cultivation and position, was Hu Dali, an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator of the Tiger Race. His moral character was much worse: only ninety-six points.
Still, that was a passing score.
It was a basic requirement.
Demon Race cultivators who failed the moral character assessment could not hold any public post in the Immortal Sect's minor worlds, no matter how brilliant they were or how extraordinary their aptitude.
Even if they served in the military, they could not hold an