The counterattack system is only available in the Mahayana period

"The aura of this Bahuang world is so rich, it's comparable to our Kyushu."

"Indeed, in this kind of environment, it's no wonder that eight people in the Tribulation Stage can appear."

"I just heard about some of the deeds in Bahuang before and didn't pay much attention to it. When I got here, I realized that Bahuang is the world of stars."

"Mortals and immortal cultivators coexist on the same planet. The cultivators in the transformation stage who rule this planet are the Star Lords."

"The area composed of living planets is called the Star Territory. Above the Star Lord is the integration stage we see, which is called the Territory Lord."

The three people turned into mortals and landed on a most ordinary life planet. They walked on the official road leading to the imperial city and discussed the information they had just collected.

"The domains of domain masters vary from large to small, and the living planets they rule range from dozens to hundreds."

"On top of the hundred Territory Lords, there are eight Desolate Lords."

"After all, there are more people in Bahuang than in Jiuzhou, but the proportion of monks is very small."

Star Lords, Territory Lords, and Wilderness Lords are the ruling class of the Eight Wildernesses.

"As for the three immortals mentioned by Lord Qianhuang, there are only some vague legends, which are not true."

Jiang Li shook his head. The information on this planet was too limited. There were several countries on the planet. The so-called history books only recorded the history of this country.

Myths and legends, mainly legends about Star Lords, only mention "Domain Lord" and "Desolate Lord" in a few words. The reference value is almost zero, and there is no useful information.

"Ordinary people use copper plates as currency, but an ordinary book costs three taels of silver. Only officials and merchants can afford it."

"Mortals have distinct classes. Farmers have been farmers all their lives. Without money and unable to study, it is impossible to pass the imperial examination and become an official in the court."

The three of them arrived at the gate of the imperial city. Before they could take a closer look, they heard a loud noise coming from the gate.

"Get out of here, you untouchable bastard! The Holy One is merciful and allows you to live outside the city. You are extremely lucky, but you are pushing your limits and want to enter the imperial city."

"You don't even look at your appearance. You look as dirty as crawling out of the mud. You don't even have a complete set of clothes. How dare you go into the city?"

The city gate guards threw several refugees out of the city, looking disgusted and cursing constantly.

There are not just a few refugees outside the city, but tens of thousands of them. They are hungry, emaciated, and naked, and they live in makeshift tents.

This situation reminded Jiang Li of the refugees he saw in the zombie world, and it was as if he had fled.

Bai Hongtu and Yu Yin were a little uncomfortable with this situation. There had been no refugees in Kyushu for thousands of years.

"Good man, please be kind, can you give this child something to eat?" A woman saw that Jiang Li and the others were rich and noble, so she knelt down in front of Jiang Li and begged for food.

The woman was so skinny that if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell whether she was male or female. She was holding a child in her arms, and she was also extremely hungry.

Bai Hongtu knelt down, touched the child's little hand, and said in surprise: "Your child is so hot. This is a fever. You need to be treated quickly."

But how can women afford medical treatment?

Bai Hongtu also knew the woman's difficulty, so he took out a pill and fed it to the child. The pill turned into a stream of water and entered the child's body. The child's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

Yu Yin took out some food and wanted to distribute it to the women and children. When a group of refugees saw that there was food here, they quickly surrounded Yu Yin and reached out to her to ask for food.

The situation of these refugees is similar to that of women.

Just when Yu Yin was about to take out more food, he heard the sound of a gong.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat, hey, hey, hey, people over there, if you don't come over and line up, you won't have a share of today's meal!"

When the refugees heard this, they stopped pestering Yu Yin, quickly turned around, picked up the broken bowl, and lined up at the soup kitchen.

The person who plays the gong has a loud voice and the chassis is very stable. It seems that he has been practicing for a period of time.

He lifted hundreds of kilograms of porridge from the cart without even breathing.

The man who struck the gong asked his companions to give out porridge and then came to Jiang Li's side.

"You are a young lady from whose family. Take out food in front of the refugees. Be careful that the refugees rush up and take away all the valuables from you!"

Jiang Li clasped his fists: "Thank you brother for rescuing the siege. Where did these refugees come from, and why did the court ignore them?"

When the gong ringer saw that he was speaking like this, Jiang Li's attitude became polite and his aura softened.

"My name is Feng Qiang, Senior Brother of Qingfeng Martial Arts School. A few months ago, there was a flood in the south, which washed away the crops. In some areas, there was no harvest. The government allocated funds and was corrupted at all levels. The people in those places had no choice but to leave their hometowns and come to the Imperial Palace. City, please ask the imperial court to donate some food."

"But now the Hualong Sect, the sect where Star Master is located, is coming to the court for inspection. The court has no time to take care of these people. The master is kind-hearted and asked me to come here to give porridge and do good deeds. But our Qingfeng Martial Arts School doesn't have much money. Every day The daily porridge can only ensure that they don’t starve to death.”

"There's flooding in the south, but the Hualong Sect doesn't take any action?"

Feng Qiang laughed as if he heard a funny joke: "Action? How can those monks care about the life and death of mortals?"

Feng Qiang sarcastically said: "In my opinion, it won't be long before the imperial court will drive these people ten miles away from the imperial city on the grounds that they are unsightly, so as not to dirty the eyes of Lord Hualong Sect."

"Everyone knows that the Holy One is seeking immortality. It is impossible for the Five Elements Spiritual Roots to cultivate immortality. The Holy One is still devoted to the Hualong Sect, praying for them to send down the method of cultivating immortality."

Feng Qiang realized that he had said too much, so he quickly stopped and changed the subject: "If you young ladies want to do good deeds, you can donate some money, and our Qingfeng Martial Arts School will do it for you to buy food."

Bai Hongtu took out some gold and handed it to Feng Qiang. Feng Qiang was shocked: "You guys are really wealthy. With this money, the refugees can buy enough food to have a prosperous meal in the coming year."

“I don’t know the names of a few of them, so that the refugees can express their thanks.”

"My name is Jiang Li, and these two are Bai Hongtu and Yu Yin. We are monks, not from a certain family."

"Monk?" Feng Qiang was stunned. In his impression, monks were not so kind.

Even the sect servants who are on the first level of Qi training are walking sideways here, looking down on them who are practicing martial arts.

"I see that your breath is long and your steps are steady. You should be a martial arts practitioner. I wonder if you can talk to us about martial arts?"

Feng Qiang sighed and felt a little inferior: "There's nothing to say about martial arts. He's just a bluffer."

"The source of martial arts can no longer be studied. I heard that it is because our five elements spiritual roots cannot be cultivated. Cultivation is also a waste of spiritual energy."

"Some people are not willing to be oppressed by monks all their lives, so they create martial arts and try to stand on the same platform as monks."

"It's a pity that although martial arts have been created, we have also become slaves."

"slave?"

Feng Qiang rolled up his sleeves, revealing the cyan pattern on his arm: "This is the slave mark planted by the Hualong Sect. Anyone who practices martial arts must plant this mark. If you find that someone is practicing martial arts but does not have the slave mark, you will be punished on the spot. Obliterate.”

"Some people also call us Wu slaves."