Chen Qing knew that although this group from the Federation claimed to be arranged by the Central Federation, everyone knew the truth.
Given the current level of monopoly held by the powerful families over the Central Federation, the former Federation has long lost its original meaning. The people who came this time are probably just representatives sent by the various families after compromising their interests.
Those who have lost their memories may include ordinary people from the Federation, but Chen Qing is certain that those who retain their memories are definitely scions of major families and their followers.
With a population of one million, there are never enough scions of powerful families. The Federation would not allow any incompetent scions of powerful families to be sent in and waste these slots. Therefore, there must be some powerful individuals who are affiliated with powerful families.
These are the people Chen Qing wanted to divide and conquer.
There are only so many spots available in the Northern Wasteland aristocratic families. Their rules are very fair: those with high-quality spiritual bodies occupy the best family spots, while those with low-quality spiritual bodies are ranked in descending order. To put it bluntly, it's allocated according to ability, regardless of status.
However, ignoring someone's identity is the least acceptable thing to do in the Central Federation, a place that values interpersonal relationships!
Chen Qing could clearly see from the living souls who came this time that, apart from the scions of noble families, most of them were probably trained in some world like the Jade Dynasty World or some other world, relying on the government to exchange for some resources and status, including the opportunity to come here this time.
Originally, the two sides weren't in conflict. I supported you, and you gave me more opportunities and platforms; everyone got what they needed. But now it's different. There are only so many spots available, so who gets them—you or me?
In a fair scenario, whoever has a stronger spiritual body would naturally be born into a better family. If that were the case, those from non-aristocratic families would have no grounds for complaint. It is a fact that they are weaker than others, and since ancient times, no one has been able to say anything about the principle of "the capable should receive what is due." However, the key point is that the scions of aristocratic families would never be content with such an allocation.
If Chen Qing's prediction was correct, those scions of powerful families would definitely use their status to try and persuade those ordinary students to give up their spots!
Sure enough, deep inside the pavilion, Chen Qing immediately sensed various intense fluctuations within the crowd, clearly caused by telepathic communication. Although the crowd was quiet, the expressions on many people's faces were obviously somewhat ferocious.
Chen Qing smiled slightly, knowing in his heart that the effect had been achieved.
Murong Bingyun was suspended in the air, could also see it clearly. She couldn't help but admire her master's skill in manipulating human nature. Such a seemingly flawless rule could make this group of people fall apart.
" Elder Zhang, what about us?" Zhang Zhengyuan's men seemed a little anxious; who wouldn't want to claim such a good spot first?
It's important to understand that there were many people in the crowd with higher strength than them, but the reason they didn't sign up immediately was clearly because they were being held back by the powerful families behind them. If they didn't seize this opportunity to gain an advantage, when would they?
Upon hearing this, Elder Zhang smiled slightly and nodded. His subordinates immediately beamed with joy and prepared to set off!
Chen Qing's divisive tactics are useless against him. He has never built up a family power, which is why the Federation tolerates him. But for this reason, he will not let down anyone who is willing to follow him.
"Wait a moment!"
Just as the group behind Zhang Zhengyuan was surging forward to claim their spots, a burly man in the back row spoke up with a stiff face.
"Lord of the Underworld, may I ask a question?"
"It is said that although Murong Bingyun is young, she is, after all, the next generation of priest of the Murong Family. When she is serious, she still has the aura of a great person."
"Can I give my seat to someone else?" the burly man asked, his breathing rapid.
At that moment, many people stared intently upwards.
Everyone hoped that this unreasonable request would not be met; as long as the other party said no, they would have an excuse to refuse the demands of the scion of a prominent family.
"Can!"
Murong Bingyun's lips curled into a smile, extinguishing their last shred of hope. "The premise is that you must stay, but if you give up your good positions for reincarnation, then your birth circumstances will only be quite ordinary. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the young noblemen lit up, while the man who had just asked the question clenched his fists!
Many people are born into privilege, and that's certainly true. But these people, who have worked hard enough to earn that privilege, are now forced to make way for others.
On what grounds?
Does falling behind in one generation mean that generations will always fall behind?
Zhang Zhengyuan saw all this, but didn't know what to say, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
When he entered the Jade Dynasty World, things weren't exactly fair, but he still managed to carve out his own niche. As a result of his example, the Federation started implementing Disintegration Program for any newcomer to the Jade Dynasty World.
The high-sounding excuse is that it's for the overall security of the Federation.
It's all complete bullshit!
The Disintegration Program the scions of aristocratic families are all in the hands of those families. Who outsiders can touch their procedures? To put it bluntly, it's just for show. As for ordinary people who are not scions of aristocratic families, no matter how capable they are, they will only ever be dogs of the aristocratic families in the future.
This phenomenon is disgusting, but he can't control it. He doesn't have the power to change the entire Federation. Protecting his old comrades around him is already the limit of his ability. This world has never been fair.
"Please, sir, see what kind of birth I can get, and give up my spot." The burly man struggled for a long time, but still helplessly lowered his tall head.
"Alright," Murong Bingyun glanced at him, then said, " Third Rank martial artist is extremely talented. You could be born into one of the four great families, a direct descendant outside the main branch. Are you sure you want to give up your spot?"
The burly man turned pale upon hearing this, while the man beside him was flushed with excitement!
" Zhu Rong, what are you still hesitating for? Are you waiting for such a good spot to be snatched away?" the man couldn't help but say.
Such self-righteousness caused the faces of the men to darken, while Murong Bingyun was floating in the air, had a hint of doubt in her eyes. In their Northern Wasteland, it was true that the children of aristocratic families monopolized resources, but this only applied to ordinary people. If grassroots strongmen could rise up, they were not without hope of becoming dragons. In the history of families in the Northern Wasteland, there were many examples of people who later awakened their bloodlines and established new families.
But what he saw in this group of people was a deep despair, a hopeless and depressed atmosphere that weighed down these originally very capable guys, making them unable to lift their heads.
Why is that?
"Please, sir, change the quota!" The burly man named Zhu Rong gritted his teeth, his head lowered, unwilling to even look up, afraid that he would lose control if he looked around again.
"Alright!" Murong Bingyun nodded and said, "Please, the person who took my place, come forward and register."
Those nearby were immediately overjoyed, but didn't forget to turn back and reassure them, "Don't worry, the organization won't forget your sacrifice."
Zhu Rong remained silent, his face as blank as a puppet's, offering no reply, simply staring blankly at the ground.
Before long, more and more people stepped forward, all wanting to give up their spots.
Chen Qing, who was in the attic, burst into laughter upon seeing this scene.
"What a disgusting scene," Ziyue muttered from the side.
"Welding the car doors shut after getting on is human nature," Chen Qing said lazily. "Without regulation and restraint, human selfishness can lead to any terrible thing. What does taking advantage of someone else's luck matter then?"
"What are you planning to do?" Ziyue looked at Chen Qing with suspicion. "You have indeed alienated these two types of people, but no matter how much resentment they harbor, they are locked in by the Disintegration Program and can only act as dogs. Even if one or two of them perish together, it will not benefit us, will it?"
The Disintegration Program is like the life-and-death talisman in old martial arts novels. No matter how dissatisfied you are, your life and fortune are in someone else's hands, so what can you do to resist?
" Disintegration Program shouldn't even exist," Chen Qing sneered.
Ziyue was taken aback and looked at Chen Qing: "You have a plan? Wang Ye? Can he do it?"
"What else would I do with him there?"