Chapter 510

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Protagonist:

Yu Zhangsheng

Hai Shou Tian Dao, as a Holy Land, one of the top few powers in the Beihai Yu, its strength is powerful, its influence vast, unimaginable.

And such a colossus, to guarantee normal daily operation, the resources it needs to consume are naturally terrifying, truly massive.

Therefore, within the vast territory it governs, all powers, every thousand years need to pay tribute to it once every thousand years; this matter has become a settled rule and a tradition, unbroken for over ten thousand years.

The other Holy Lands probably also have some corresponding systems; this matter is not considered rare in the cultivation world.

Correspondingly, since it is a levy, there would naturally be some exchange conditions; Hai Shou Tian Dao, to appease the people's hearts, while receiving tribute from all sides, naturally also bears the duty of sheltering all sides.

However, this shelter is not inward, but outward; therefore, the power struggles within its governed territory, Hai Shou Tian Dao does not interfere; only when there are changes in powers outside its governed territory does it draw their attention.

Besides this, each power, every period of time, will have a certain quota, specially permitting disciples of their sect to enter and join Hai Shou Tian Dao, directly becoming Inner Sect.

This act is both a grace and a method to strengthen the Holy Land's absolute control.

After all, no matter how large a Holy Land is, a territory of a million li cannot possibly be completely grasped in hand; more places have other powers taking root and sprouting, while Hai Shou Tian Dao sits stably in the center, garrisoning the core, overseeing the overall situation.

The relationship between the two is like that between local vassal kings and the central Emperor; only this Emperor's volume is far stronger than the vassal kings by too much.

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Listening to Shi Huishan's explanation, Yu Zhangsheng pondered, his heart understanding much; he shook his head and muttered: "Isn't this the same principle as tax collection? Looking at it this way, the entire Beihai Yu appears to be a plate of loose sand, yet also has its own cores, namely the Holy Lands."

"With Holy Lands present, no matter how these various powers conflict on ordinary days, when it truly comes to the critical moment, they can all be consistent facing outward; the Holy Land is the core key commanding the overall situation, like the main current in a great river, all other branches originate from it."

Shi Huishan scratched his head, pondered for a long while, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded and said:

"It is this principle, however, there is also a slight difference from tax collection; as for the Holy Land, while bearing these tribute resources, it also reveals some benefits, for example, special recruitment exam-free quotas, and sometimes, when some special Secret Realms open, the Holy Land will not monopolize them either; there will be some quotas distributed evenly into the hands of various powers."

"Also counts as giving them a bit of face."

Shi Huishan waved his hand, shrugged his shoulders and laughed hehe, speaking thus.

Yu Zhangsheng lowered his brows, his eyes flashing slightly; his gaze followed the crowd and landed once more on the Mo Family's massive giant ship; a trace of deep meaning flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"The Mo Family, Mechanism Arts, this path has almost never been heard of in Wuzhou; the Canon also has few records; didn't expect to actually witness it here."

Yu Zhangsheng smiled lightly, two parts of interest arising in his heart.

Shi Huishan nodded, contemplating and sighing: "Relying on the Mo Family's connections, no matter which genius disciple of the Mo Family is aboard this ship, they can be directly recommended into the Inner Sect, and most likely not an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple; afraid they are in the ranks of Inner Sect Elder's Disciple."

In his tone, mixed with a trace of envious color, yet merely so, helpless.

Yu Zhangsheng heard this, pondered slightly, smiled gently and did not reply; merely glanced once more outside the other's giant ship, then withdrew his focus.

The Mo Family's giant ship, like a sky whale sailing on the sea region, wherever it passed, rode the wind and broke the waves, attracting countless gazes; the giant ship was expensive, extremely luxurious, enveloped by a number of terrifying Formations, forming attack and defense simultaneously, also isolating the many prying gazes from the outside world.

"Truly luxurious, just one trip out to sea, actually even brought out this kind of war-level artifact."

Shi Huishan looked enviously at the Mo Family's giant ship, overwhelmed with emotion.

"This giant ship, value difficult to estimate; just the pile of Formations on it, even a Spirit Transformation True Venerable probably couldn't break it; and adding the series of weapons it carries, this giant ship can be said to be a Spirit Transformation combat power. This kind of Magic Treasure is not common even in the Mo Family."

Yu Zhangsheng heard this, his heart slightly startled.

And Shi Huishan lightly exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi, continued saying:

"Looks like the person aboard this ship, even within the Mo Family, is a true direct lineage disciple, status sufficiently noble; this kind of person, even arriving at Hai Shou Tian Dao, would not lack people currying favor."

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While Shi Huishan muttered, at the same time, within the Mo Family giant ship, on the deck, a youth with a tall and straight figure, wearing noble and luxurious robes, was also standing quietly, letting the sea wind beat against his cheeks, blowing up a few strands of green silk on his forehead, revealing a face of unparalleled handsomeness.

This youth, tall and straight figure, like a pine on a high mountain, slender and strong. Face like knife-carved and axe-chiseled, edges distinct; sword brows slanting into temples, double pupils deep like cold stars, brilliant and sharp, as if able to penetrate all mysteries of the world.

Wearing a moon-white long robe, clothes fluttering; the robe embroidered with mysterious Dao Wen and auspicious patterns, flashing with faint Spirit Light. Collar and cuffs inlaid with fine silver thread edges, shining brilliantly in the sunlight, highlighting his noble status.

His bearing composed, corners of mouth slightly raised, carrying a trace of faint smile, yet not losing humility. Walking, steps light, like strolling in a leisurely courtyard, yet also an invisible pressure radiating out. Expression calm, face looking very young, similar to Yu Zhangsheng, but a body of cultivation aura actually reached the Sub-Talisman Late Stage realm!

Precisely the Mo Family, Second Young Master, Mo Qianxun!

Surrounding Mo Qianxun's side, dozens of guards respectfully attended on the side, slightly lowering heads, not speaking a word; eyes occasionally looking at Mo Qianxun, revealing intense fanaticism.

After a long time, Mo Qianxun withdrew his gaze, ignored the various gazes probing towards him from four directions, smiled lightly, and said:

"This trip out of the island coincides with Hai Shou Tian Dao's hundred-year disciple recruitment ceremony; along the way, can be called lively and extraordinary; many major powers have moved upon hearing the wind; looks like another series of dragon contests and tiger fights, certainly splendid beyond compare, interesting."

A steward-like servant on the side stepped forward, lowering his head, expression very respectful, softly answering: "It is so, Young Master; after a period of time, Hai Shou Tian Dao's Xing Yun Mi Jing will also open soon; within are countless opportunities; many major powers are pointing at their various disciples to achieve something within, wanting to share a cup of soup; therefore taking this opportunity, there should be quite a few new faces appearing."

Mo Qianxun heard this, depths of his pupils a sharp light flashing; faintly smiling, unknown when he took out a folding fan, lightly exhaled a breath, and said: "What you say is also true; Xing Yun Mi Jing, unique to the Holy Land; within the mysteries are extraordinary, has the supreme opportunity to help one break through from Sub-Talisman to Spirit Transformation; truly hard to not make people's hearts move."

"And once, among the Holy Land's younger generation, whoever breaks through to Spirit Transformation first, will have the qualification to contest that Hai Shou Tian Dao Holy Son position; looking at it this way, this is another dragon contest and tiger fight. Enough to make all I observe naturally move upon hearing the wind."

"Hehe," Mo Qianxun laughed lightly; the meaning within, unclear.

The steward lowered his brows, respectfully cupped fists and bowed, continued respectfully saying:

"With Young Master your strength, looking across the Beihai Yu, you also belong to the supreme; the rest are all shrimp soldiers and crab generals, naturally not to be feared; this trip out of the island, certainly will be unstoppable, looking down on all heroes." Words finished, Mo Qianxun looked at him deeply, clicked his tongue, slowly shook his head; the composure and smile on his face unchanged, merely lightly said: "That also cannot underestimate the world's heroes; however, for me, success or failure are one kind; this Holy Land's heaven's chosen are of what style, I actually also quite want to go see and experience."

"Xing Yun Mi Jing, I am determined to obtain; the rest, all depend on opportunity."

"Yes." The steward said respectfully.

"Speaking of Holy Land Holy Son, recently, that side in the South Region, that side at Meng Yao Holy Land, heard the new generation's Meng Yao Holy Son has already been confirmed?"

Mo Qianxun slightly pondered, thought a bit, tone carrying a trace of surprise and doubt, spoke thus asking.

The steward slightly frowned, then nodded respectfully answering: "There is this matter; it was two months ago; Meng Yao Holy Land candidate Holy Son Huangpu Yuanji, broke through Spirit Transformation, then all the way challenged, defeated the remaining candidate sequence, finally successfully ascended the path, with proud posture, became the truly deserving Meng Yao Holy Son."

"This matter stirred quite a commotion; Meng Yao Holy Land even specially for this matter, widely sent joyous invitations, inviting all powers to pay respects and observe, witness the Meng Yao Holy Son's bearing; among them, my Mo Family's branch in the South Region is also on the invitation list."

"Is that so?"

Mo Qianxun heard this, lightly nodded, smile on lips, tone carrying a trace of astonishment, said:

"This Huangpu Yuanji, speaking of it, can be considered a heaven's pride of one side. It is heard that he was born from the Nan Yu Barbarian Land and Dong Huang Wuzhou, and was a Crown Prince of a small country. Rising against heaven all the way, being able to become a Holy Son of a Holy Land is indeed astonishing. Hehe."

"Compared to the Young Master, there is still some gap."

The steward lowered his brows, speaking respectfully with a hint of flattery, but his tone and expression were extremely sincere.

Mo Qianxun was stunned, glancing lightly at the steward, and said: "Enough, no need to flatter me so hard. That person can be a Holy Son of a Holy Land, break through Spirit Transformation at such a young age, and become a True Venerable. I know I cannot compare to him. You don't need to praise me like this. I know my own weight well enough."

"Uh," the steward was stunned, scratched his head, and smiled awkwardly.

Turning his eyes, he said:

"But speaking of which, this old servant has heard something else. This Huangpu Yuanji, before breaking through Spirit Transformation, his Purple Mansion Dao Body left in Wuzhou was slain by a cultivator of a small sect. Therefore, it caused Huangpu Yuanji's Purple Mansion to have a flaw. Originally planned to be wasted, but ultimately out of helplessness he broke through Spirit Transformation. Although top-notch, it is ultimately not perfect, with some regrets."

"Oh?" Mo Qianxun became interested, raising his eyebrow and asked, "Interesting. Although it was only a Purple Mansion Dao Body, but from that Nan Yu Dong Huang Barbarian Land, a cultivator of a small sect actually had the ability to slay him?"

"It is truly strange. What is that brat's name, and which sect was he born in?"

"It is said that he is a cultivator of Wanxiang Sect in Wuzhou, one of Dong Huang Wuzhou, named Yu Zhangsheng."

The steward pondered slightly, saying, his tone filled with a sense of incredulity, clicking his tongue in wonder.

Mo Qianxun heard this, but his brows were tightly furrowed. For a long time, a look of uncertainty flickered in his brow and eyes.

"Wanxiang Sect, Wuzhou..."

"This place, how do I feel like I've heard of it somewhere?"

Mo Qianxun murmured. The steward did not understand, looking at Mo Qianxun with confusion.

"Forget it. I can't remember."

For a long time, Mo Qianxun shook his head, his expression recovered its calmness, and did not continue to dwell on this matter, but asked:

"A generation's Meng Yao Holy Son, having his Dao Body slain by a cultivator of a small sect, causing a flaw in the Great Dao and an obstruction in the Dao Heart. Saying this out would indeed invite ridicule. This is probably Huangpu Yuanji's lifelong disgrace. Between the two, it can only be a fight to the death."

"This Yu Zhangsheng is indeed a remarkable person."

The steward smiled awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and spoke in a low voice: "Besides this, regarding Yu Zhangsheng, there is some other news. After Yu Zhangsheng slew Huangpu Yuanji's Purple Mansion Dao Body, he was hunted by Huang Pu Hongxuan and Meng Xiangrui Elder of Meng Yao Holy Land. Finally, he even slayed Meng Xiangrui Elder's origin avatar in the Nan Yu Yunbo Desert. Although it contained Purple Mansion Peak cultivation base, it still could not keep Yu Zhangsheng, and he finally left elegantly."

"At that time, the distance from Yu Zhangsheng advancing to Purple Mansion was only a few months..."

The steward lowered his brows, speaking softly, his words somewhat hesitant, and even more strange.

Indeed, once these words were spoken, Mo Qianxun's brows and eyes suddenly jumped. A look of shock surfaced in the depths of his eyes. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi, furrowed his brows, and spoke in a deep voice: "You mean, he had just stepped into the Purple Mansion Realm, and slew Meng Xiangrui's avatar at Purple Mansion Peak?"

"Yes, it should be correct. This matter is not considered a secret in Meng Yao Holy Land."

The steward nodded.

"It is rumored that Yu Zhangsheng used Heavenly Dao Golden Core to assist Heavenly Dao Qi, breaking through Golden Core with Nine Patterns, advancing to Purple Mansion. When breaking through, the Purple Mansion Gate reached a thousand zhang high. And as soon as he broke through Purple Mansion, he was at Purple Mansion Mid Stage."

"A thousand zhang?"

Mo Qianxun was stunned, exclaiming.

"Mm..."

"If so, then it is not surprising. In such a situation, being able to slay Purple Mansion Peak Realm seems to make sense..."

Mo Qianxun lowered his brows and spoke with a focused voice, rubbing his brow. His tone inevitably added a few points of importance, asking: "By the way, how old is he?"

"This..." The steward hesitated. Looking at Mo Qianxun, only then did the corner of his mouth move as he spoke in a low voice.

"According to what they said, he should be under half a jia in age..."

The words fell, and suddenly there was silence. Mo Qianxun's expression changed, he was silent for a long time, then shook his head with a smile.

"Under half a jia means under thirty years old. Under thirty and able to slay Purple Mansion Peak. It seems he is also a Holy Son level figure. This Huangpu Yuanji can be considered to have met a strong enemy." (Chapter End)