The headquarters of the Soundless Gate in Nanping State are mostly pagoda-like palaces, which are tall and huge and are the tallest buildings in the entire city.
In the past, this place was very popular, with people coming here every day to burn incense and seek the sect's protection.
But this time it's different.
At the entrance of the hall, many mortals gathered there. Although most of them were malnourished and skinny, they were still intimidating to look at when they gathered together.
"I know there's food here, let's go in!"
"I want to see the Immortal, I want to see the Immortal! You guys took advantage of the Immortal's absence to hoard food and enrich yourselves, you will be punished!"
Resisting them were a group of soldiers and guards, who now formed a human wall, and their shining weapons blocked the gathered civilians.
"The food here is military supplies, designated by the immortals. How dare you trespass?!"
The leading guard had a ferocious look on his face.
"You're talking nonsense! How could the immortal from the Soundless Sect do such a thing? Do you think we don't know? It's been two months, and the immortal hasn't come out. It's obvious that the immortal is not here, but you are using his orders!" Someone among the people roared.
The Youshengwusheng Sect is considered to be the best sect in the minds of most people in Nanping Country.
They walk around the streets, dedicated to fighting for justice, doing good deeds, and helping the weak. Whenever mortals are in trouble, these gods from the Voiceless Sect will always descend from the sky and rescue them from danger.
But two months ago, the immortals from the Soundless Sect were gone, and since then these guards have been requisitioning grain on a large scale, forcing people to buy and sell grain, leaving the city with no food at all, under the pretext of war and the immortals.
In the past, wealthy families had to sell their wealth to eat mixed noodles, but ordinary people like them couldn't even afford mixed noodles. Rats and cockroaches, which were once looked down upon at home, were now treasures. However, even insects and rats were eaten up.
Those who had the ideas and the ability to do so fled. It was said that there was food for them in the north, but it was not so easy to leave their homes. Even if there were no monsters outside, there were still many bandits. No matter how hard life was in this city, they could still save their lives.
Whether it was the house or the children, the ruthless people sold what needed to be sold, and made their wives and daughters work as prostitutes to support the family. This was not a good thing when the whole city was without food, and some of the extremely hungry people simply exchanged the starving children for meat.
But now, there is really nothing left. The doors of every household are closed, and even if they break in, they can't find a grain of food. They have no choice but to come here.
They dared not disobey the immortal's orders. Before, everyone would rather believe it than not believe it. After all, the Sound and Silent Gate is sacred.
But now, people are starving to death, and the gods won't come out. They have reason to suspect that these guards are just using the name to do things!
"I didn't use a false name. It was really an order from the immortal. I, Old Zhao, don't dare to say that I'm a good person in the city, but I definitely abide by the rules. We've known each other for so many years. Do I have to lie to you?"
Seeing that this group of people were becoming more and more agitated, Captain Zhao also began to panic and tightly gripped the knife in his hand.
He is not a good person. More than ten years ago, the immortals appointed him as the captain of the guard, and he has been guarding this city until now. Unless it is a major event, the immortals will not move. He is basically in charge of all the miscellaneous affairs in the city.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is below the immortals and above everyone else. Great power brings with it the ability to do whatever one wants.
He had done everything, such as raping women, occupying shops, and killing people for looting, but he swore to heaven that he would never do such a thing as the thunderbolt.
Killing one or two people was nothing, and immortals usually didn't interfere. But starving hundreds of thousands of people in the city to death was not something that immortals would care about. Even if they did, he wouldn't dare to do it even if he had the guts to do it.
This order was truly given by a god.
The people in the city were now fighting for a grain of rice. Even though his men were starving, some of them no longer listened to him and were looting on the streets.
If it were him, he would have released grain long ago. Based on his ten years of experience, he could bully the people in any way he wanted, but he must never let them starve to death. That would really create hell on earth!
But he had no say in this matter, absolutely no say in it!
"I don't want to listen to you! You are the one hoarding food, you have ulterior motives, everyone, follow me!"
The extremely hungry mortals could not hear what the man said at all. As one person roared, countless people rushed in with red eyes.
If they rushed over, Captain Zhao would be beaten to death by these people. Between dying himself and killing others, he would of course choose the latter.
"Damn it, if you don't listen to me, kill me!"
Captain Zhao became furious and swung his knife forward. With a "swish", a man was hit in the head and fell to the ground with blood gushing out.
The guards behind him rushed forward with knives in hand and killed their way into the crowd.
For a moment, the noise, crying, and shouting of killing shook the sky.
In an open-air pavilion on top of the pagoda, several figures were sitting around a table, surrounded by incense burners, emitting green smoke.
The pavilion was surrounded by strange rocks and flowers, and a stream was even created. A carp swam downstream along the stream, and then suddenly jumped up.
At the table, one of them was lying on his side with a pipe in his hand, and the man next to him lit the pipe with a flint in a flattering manner, and then lit it for himself. Several of them exhaled a soothing puff of green smoke, and as the green smoke rose, they all showed an intoxicated look.
“It’s so noisy.”
The man lying on his side glanced down, watching the people fighting like ants, and frowned slightly.
"Mortals are short-sighted. If they don't make noise, they are not mortals. But there are some good ones. The longevity dew made by mortals is very good. If consumed with mortal spirit, it can not only help with cultivation, but also make you float like a real immortal." A person next to him laughed happily.
"That's right."
The reclining man smiled slightly, took another sip, and lay there for a while with drunken eyes, saying: "Taste it carefully, the anger and sorrow, the sadness and joy, and now the murderous intent and murderous aura, the mortal spirit, with this Fu Shou Lu, it is not bad."
Then, he sat up shakily, "But it's almost done, let's go down and finish it, or we can really force the mortal to death."
"Haha, senior brother, mortals are like grass, so let them die. Don't we have those guards to take the blame for us?" Another person laughed.
"What do you mean by taking the blame? We didn't do anything."
The man frowned and said calmly, "Mortals provide us with spirit, and we protect the lives of mortals. This is the natural order. If the Quancai Sect wants to borrow the assets of mortals for cultivation, then let them do it. We can also get some spirit from mortals."
"But if it were normal times, I would not agree to this. This city belongs to my Shengwusheng Sect. It is only because the war is urgent and the gap in front is too big that I agreed to the entrustment of the Quancai Sect. When this matter is settled, I will end my rotation period and go to the battlefield."