The next day.
Before the early morning mist had cleared, a three-foot-tall heavy-duty Black Iron monument was erected in the Bluestone Square where Inner City originally established the city master list.
The iron monument was cast overnight by the three largest blacksmith shops in the city. It is dark and heavy, and does not have any complicated Daoist runes engraved on it. There are only rows of powerful characters carved out by Su Yueli with his finger power.
Every stroke is made of iron, and there is a faint sense of pure oppression that makes Divine Soul shudder:
"Abolish the old laws of Daxia and establish Eternal Life Martial Law."
"1. In Azure Cloud City, any monk who kills a mortal without any reason will be punished with death; any monk who maims or maims a mortal will have his cultivation level revoked and his arms broken."
"2. From now on, all Spirit Stone poll taxes and city entry taxes will be abolished. Mortals and monks will live and trade in the city and have equal status."
"3. No monks are allowed to fly in the air without permission within ten feet of the city and disturb the public. Those who disturb the city will be regarded as provoking the city defense and will be killed on the spot."
"4. All mineral veins and Spirit Field in the city shall be put under the control of the Martial Sect, and they shall be paid according to their work. Private property shall not be seized with Spirit Root qualifications."
Black Iron Thousands of Inner City monks and residents of the city gathered around the heavy monument.
Looking at the writings on the iron tablet, the whole square was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
During the eight thousand years since the founding of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, immortal cultivators were born to be superior to mortal beings.
According to the laws of the Immortal Dynasty, even if a Third Realm Qi Refining disciple rides his horse Flying Sword and kills a mortal, at most he only needs to pay two Lower-Grade Spirit Stone to his family to settle the case.
If a mortal dares to contradict a monk, the monk will kill him on the spot, and he will not even be promoted to the imperial court.
But now, this Black Iron monument actually erected the shocking rules of "monks kill mortals in exchange for their own lives" in the middle of the most prosperous square in the city!
"This rule... is absolutely ridiculous!"
Among the crowd, an elder Lineage who was wearing a brocade robe and had a cultivation level of the Mid Fourth Realm could not hold back, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and snorted:
"Mortals only have a lifespan of a few dozen springs and autumns, just like grass and trees, they die once they die. We monks have gone through thousands of hardships before we can introduce Qi into the body and open up Sea of Consciousness. How can we exchange one life with an ant?!"
"Eternal Life Martial Sect This move is to destroy the orthodoxy of cultivating immortals in the world!"
These words immediately aroused the echoes of several Aristocratic Clan disciples around him.
In their view, although Xiahou Lie is dead, the fundamental foundation of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty is still there. This group of mortal warriors just won by luck for a while, and they dare to be so arrogant as to overthrow the Earth Tier level. They simply don't know the heights of the sky.
However, the elder's words had not yet fully materialized.
"Whew!!"
A dull loud sound that tore through the airflow suddenly erupted in the air!
A Martial Sect patrolling boy wearing Black Iron heavy armor rushed in from ten feet away like an arrow from a string without even issuing a warning!
The Bluestone board under the boy's feet cracked inch by inch, and the long sword hanging on his waist was not even unsheathed. With the thick sheath made of Refined Iron, it hit the elder's face hard with the power of sweeping thousands of troops!
"Bang!!"
The body-protecting spiritual light that the Fourth Realm elder condensed in a hurry was as fragile as a thin layer of ice in the face of the physical force that exceeded the speed of sound, and instantly exploded into shards of light all over the sky!
The heavy scabbard directly broke his nose and jaw bones, and blood and broken teeth spurted out from his mouth. His whole body was like a thrown sandbag, flying four to five feet away, and hit a stone pillar nearby, causing him to faint.
The young man put the knife into his arms steadily, his eyes swept over the silent monks around him like a wolf cub, and his tone was cold and bone-chilling:
"There are words on the stele. If you are illiterate, you can use bones to write them down."
All the monks in the room took a few steps back, their faces pale, and no one dared to raise even the slightest objection.
This is how Eternal Life Martial Sect behaves Principle.
There are no inscrutable debates between Daoism and Daoism, and there is no pull of interests to give in or compromise. If you break the rules, the iron rod will be applied to your body, and your bones will be broken.
In the afternoon, all the jade carvings and gauze in the originally magnificent City Lord's Mansion lobby were completely removed and replaced with heavy and steady rough wooden tables and chairs, and the name was changed to "Martial Governance Bureau".
Li Meng strode into the lobby, the wounds on his body were already scabbed, and his whole person exuded a calm and self-confident Sha Qi. He sat down on the main seat in the center with great grace.
Standing below are the twelve civil servants responsible for civil affairs and household registration left by the City Lord's Mansion.
"Manager Li."
An old civil servant took a trembling step forward and handed over a thick stack of files. "Zhao Household and Sun Household in the east of the city have secretly withheld the dividend contracts for three quarrying veins and are unwilling to deliver them."
"Chief Zhao Lineage claimed that the three mineral veins were the private property that the imperial court had given to their ancestors in the early years. If Martial Sect wanted to take it by force, he would be an enemy of the world's cultivators Aristocratic Clan..."
Li Meng took the file and didn't even bother to read the contents inside. He tore it in half and threw it at his feet:
"Given by the imperial court? The Daxia imperial court couldn't even protect its own Eighth Realm Pacification Commissioner, but it still managed to protect their mineral veins?"
Li Meng raised his head and looked at the ten Martial Sect personal guards standing in the hall with their guns drawn:
"Take fifty Second Realm disciples and go to the residence of Zhao Household and Sun Household."
"Hand over the mine deed and accounting room, and spare the lives of their entire clan. If they dare to form an array behind closed doors, we will directly use the sky-piercing heavy crossbows on the three war boats to level their village-protecting array and the house, leaving no one behind."
"No!" The ten guards clasped their fists and hit their breastplates, then took the order and left.
The old civil servant looked at the cold-looking Li Meng, swallowed his saliva, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
He has been working in this city lord's mansion for sixty years and has met several city lords and envoys from various major factions. Every one of them talks about benevolence, morality and the road to immortality, but behind the scenes he repeatedly checks and balances for the sake of profit.
But the young people who crawled out of the mud in front of them had no worries at all.
Their rules are simple and crude, but direct enough to make people Divine Soul shiver.