"Dodge, dodge!" came a loud voice from behind.
Passers-by on the street were pushed to the side of the road. Lu Mingshu looked back, but saw a line of gorgeous cars approaching slowly, with uniformly dressed cultivators shouting from both sides: "Master, the car is here, don't give way!"
There are also cultivators like them who said angrily: "How can you be so domineering in the land of Yunjing?"
A passer-by persuaded: "That's Mr. Fuyun, their Nie family is powerful, bear with it!"
"Master Fuyun, who is it?" Someone asked.
"Master Fuyun doesn't even know?" The man looked at the bumpkin, "Does the Nie family always know?"
"I know, the Nie family in Pinghu is one of the most powerful families in the world, right?" The outsider who was seen as a bumpkin was not convinced, "I have heard of several sons of the Nie family, and there is no such thing as Fuyun."
"Of course you haven't heard of it. This Mr. Fuyun is not the son of the Nie family, but the son-in-law of the Nie family."
"What? Son-in-law?"
"Yes, the husband-in-law recruited by Miss Nie is extremely talented and looks like a golden boy. I heard that he has reached the peak of the soul refining stage, and he is better than the young masters of the Nie family."
"It's so powerful, which one is my family?"
"This... I haven't heard of it. His origin is very mysterious."
The two passers-by started discussing, but they heard a voice from the crowd: "Huh! What Mr. Fuyun is just a foreigner, and he dares to call himself a son!"
This remark attracted a group of rebuttals: "How could Mr. Fuyun be a foreigner, nonsense!"
"That is, how could a foreigner become the son-in-law of the Nie family."
"That's right, not to mention that he is already in the soul refining period. Can the foreigner cultivate to this extent?"
"Just talk nonsense, don't pay attention to him!"
Lu Mingshu and Yan Wugui looked at each other.
The two have been here for several days, and they have a certain understanding of this world.
People in this world are distinguished by soul marks, those with soul marks are real people, and those without soul marks are aliens. It is said that the true people are the real blood inheritance in this world, while the foreign people are foreign races, and their origins are not right.
True people are born with soul power, and when they reach a certain age, there is a high probability of activating soul seals. As for the foreign people, it is even more difficult to cultivate, even if they have cultivated their soul power, it is difficult to increase it.
Such a gap naturally distinguishes between high and low. Foreigners are often inferior to others and can only be pariahs and slaves.
In big, prosperous cities, the situation is much better. Many aristocratic families will select aliens with good qualifications and grant them exercises. If they practice well, they can escape from the treatment of pariahs and become slaves of aristocratic families.
For the foreigner, this is already the best chance.
Different from the aliens who are struggling to survive, the real people live extremely well in this world.
Because they are born with soul power, the probability of arousing the soul seal is very high, at least half of them can become cultivators. And as long as you become a practitioner, you can register with the government and receive training materials every month.
Even if they can't become practitioners, they don't need to do hard work. Because the hard work was done by foreigners.
All in all, this is a world where bloodlines determine everything.
This Mr. Fuyun has such a big show, no one really believes that he is a foreigner.
However, this has nothing to do with them, the little disturbance soon passed, and the two continued to look for the inn.
Yan Wugui said: "Don't you think it's strange? It's true that we are more difficult to get started than the barbarians, but when it comes to the speed of cultivation, we are only fast but not slow."
Lu Mingshu nodded slightly. The barbarians are born with supernatural power, which is brought by their blood, but because their blood is too strong, it is relatively difficult for them to advance. Whenever they break through, they must first overcome the power of their blood.
She also read Ji's Concentration Art. True people have a lot in common with barbarians in this regard. The way they cultivate is to stimulate soul power, which is a power of blood that even they themselves can't explain. In other words, even if the real people and the barbarians are not of the same origin, they are similar.
At the same time, from Ji Zhenzhen's memory, it is also verified that there are very few periods of concentration in this world, that is, the state of ecstasy. If you can enter the concentration period, you can dominate one side.
"If the aliens are like us, it's no wonder they can't cultivate. The so-called cultivation method of soul power is not suitable for them at all."
"Yes." Yan Wugui murmured two words, and then stopped talking, as if he was in deep thought.
While talking, the two arrived at an inn.
Because of the Battle of the Sea of Clouds, Yunjing was overcrowded. Along the way, the better inns were full of people.
Lu Mingshu knocked on the counter and asked, "Are there still rooms available?"
Yunjing is the capital of this world. I don’t know how many high-level cultivators have gathered here. The shopkeeper has seen a lot, and his attitude is very flat: "Yes, how many guest officials are there?"
"Two, give us two upper rooms."
The shopkeeper looked through the register, with a professional smile on his face: "Sorry, the upper room is gone, there are only two general rooms."
"Okay." She doesn't pay attention, and Yan Wugui is not a fussy person, as long as she can live.
"Please also show the token."
After completing the registration, the shopkeeper called the waiter and took them to the room.
When walking through the hall, Lu Mingshu stopped.
The hall was full of people, and many people talked high-spiritedly, all talking about the debate in the sea of clouds.
That Xiao Er is a talkative person, and he was happy to show it in front of the girl: "Now is the time for the sea of clouds to debate, and we in Yunjing are talking about it! Girl, you are from other places, and you are here to watch the battle, right?"
Lu Mingshu smiled.
Xiao Er was encouraged, and continued: "This issue of the sea of clouds debate, it can be said that there are many masters..."
After chattering for a long time, they were sent to the guest room, still feeling unfinished.
Lu Mingshu gave him a spirit bead: "Thank you."
The little second was rewarded, and she was even more enthusiastic: "It should be, in half an hour, you can eat. The roasted whole lamb in our shop is a must, don't miss it. The little one is below. If there is anything, All you have to do is yell."
"Trouble."
After closing the door, Lu Mingshu asked: "What are you thinking?" She didn't speak all the way.
Yan Wuhui returned to his senses: "Oh, I'm thinking about this Yunhai debate."
The so-called sea of clouds debate is quite similar to scientific research. Organized by the government, every three years, the candidates are divided into three classes and given different treatment.
Unlike scientific research, it is closely related to regional taxation. For example, Ji Xulin's native place is Zhong Lin. If he gets the highest local ranking in the Cloud Sea Controversy, then Zhong Lin's taxes for the next three years will be adjusted according to his ranking. The higher the ranking, the less tax, and some will be his reward.
In other words, the family of the person who wins the sea of clouds debate will have a great advantage in the local family competition. Therefore, most of the disputes between the aristocratic families are reflected in the battle of the sea of clouds.
"This method is excellent." Yan Wugui praised, "One is to limit the competition between the aristocratic families to debates, so as not to be too confrontational at ordinary times and destroy the order. Second, there is competition to be motivated. Come up with this Sure enough, he's a smart guy."
Lu Mingshu nodded: "Although there are great similarities between the real people and the barbarians, they are much smarter here." How can the barbarians be so twisted? Their principle is very simple, that is, whoever is the best speaks out.
"Hey, I heard that there will be very rich rewards for the top three, should we fight for it?" Yan Wugui rubbed his chin.
But Lu Mingshu said: "Don't forget, the top three will have an audience with the Holy King. Do you think that the soul seals we have drawn can outwit the experts?"
"..." Yan Wugui regretted, "What a pity."