Chapter 935

Carrying wind and fire, Bai Lang turned into fire clouds and swept across the sky, traversing thousands of miles in an instant. This is the ability of a Celestial Expert. Any martial art in the hands of a Celestial Expert is a unique skill that turns decay into magic. With the fire clouds sweeping across the sky falling and collecting, Bai Lang was already standing in his princely mansion. From now on, just wait for the God-Conferring to be performed.

"Let me see, for this world to complete salvation, almost all Celestial Experts must be filled in, and the world itself might be knocked down by one level." Bai Lang leaned comfortably in the princess's arms, and as he twisted his fingers, fire light kept bursting out.

The one truly responsible for the rescue is also coming. It seems that Si Wu is coming to handle this problem uniformly. This person's power is also earth-shattering. Bai Lang doesn't want to try his hand with him at all—what's the point of trying a predetermined result...

"The wolf soldiers are about to break through the pass, right? That's not my defense line. It seems my cheap big brother has no way. Poor soldiers guarding the pass. However, this is a necessary step for the God-Conferring in troubled times, and I can't intervene now." Bai Lang also raised his cup and toasted from afar. "It seems that the general guarding the pass is going to be the first to enter the God-Conferring List."

Xiliang Commander-in-Chief Zhao Chongguo is the great general blocking the wolf soldiers. His martial arts are also those of a Grandmaster, but the soldiers under his command now only have more than 10,000, while the wolf soldiers outside still have more than 70,000, and there are four Grandmasters in the army. The loss of the city pass is only a matter of time. The Jingtai Emperor cannot produce reinforcements. It is good that he can try to build a second line of defense in the back.

Moreover, the work of gathering refugees is also troublesome. The local government is in a mess. "If the Northern Barbarians don't have further movements, my big brother might really ask me to lead troops to kill those jackals." Bai Lang sighed.

The demon race also has Great Sages at the Celestial Expert level. If Bai Lang takes action to kill, they will definitely be dispatched. At that time, it is hard to say that the world will be turned upside down, and the situation is very likely to be completely out of control. "Then send them to the God-Conferring List," Bai Lang thought, but this requires procedures, that is, it must be a national act. Private fighting is probably difficult to get on the list.

So the Jingtai Emperor must issue an order for Bai Lang to lead the army to attack, directly kill the wolf soldiers, and if possible, send a few demon race Great Sages to the list.

Xiangpang in the south has already achieved the status of Celestial Expert in battle and killing by relying on thunder skills—three Grandmasters surrounded and killed him, one of whom was a prefect, and the other two were masters from local great clans. The Confucian Grandmaster used the words of the sage to restrict Xiangpang's actions, while the great clan Grandmaster who leaned toward the Taoist sect took the opportunity to use Taoist methods to attack and interrogate Xiangpang's heart. The last prefect was a Grandmaster from the Buddhist sect, and his divine skill was extremely resistant to beating, directly standing in the front.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten to death, and the army under his command was also forming a military formation, struggling to resist the repeated attacks of the opponent's Grandmaster with the army, Xiangpang was furious. Endless thunder and fire came from the heart, but he was firmly suppressed by the three Grandmasters. So he kept increasing the pressure, and finally, it exploded. The battlefield was originally covered with dark clouds, and the evil spirit rose to the sky. People were killed on the battlefield.

A flash of lightning suddenly wound for thousands of miles in the sky, and at the same time, a Pu Dao also slashed open the golden characters of the mind-binding and mouth-containing heaven's constitution from bottom to top. A voice was thunderous. "Heaven strikes and thunder hits! Slaughter the True Dragon!" Thunder light burst, and purple thunder swayed everywhere between heaven and earth...

On this day, Bai Lang saw three more names on the list...

Three souls have already entered the God-Conferring List. "Three hundred and sixty-five orthodox gods... but it's just a casual talk. Anyway, they will all be on it by the end." Bai Lang laughed and said, "Let's see how many can become saints in the flesh. Anyway, I definitely won't be on it." He is the thug of heaven, and many people on this list have to go up through his hands.

After achieving the status of Celestial Expert, Xiangpang was cutting through the Wu like bamboo, and the Great Wu imperial court had to discuss the army to suppress the rebellion. There were movements in the north, and the wolf race in the northwest was about to break through the pass, so the Prince of Qin, Bai Lang, could not move. He still had to suppress both sides. However, there is more than one Celestial Expert in the imperial court. The three religions all have people in the imperial court, but the people of the three religions don't want to move, so it can only be the Jingtai Emperor issuing an edict to order the southern provinces to join forces, and the imperial court sends a supervisor to lead, and there are disciples of the three religions accompanying.

Of course, people were sent to recruit and appease before. The Great Wu Dynasty is like this now. If you can recruit and appease those who kill and set fire, you can recruit and appease them. There is really no money for fighting. The Great Wu Dynasty was originally like flowers and brocade, cooking oil with fire. When things really came to the head, I found that the national treasury was unusable and already empty. The country has reached this point, and I don't know whose responsibility it is.

The national treasury is now owing millions of taels, the inner treasury still has ten million taels, and the two taxes collected every year seem to be getting lower and lower—this year's autumn tax nationwide adds up to about 11 million taels. You know, when the Great Wu was founded, the population was not that large, and it could still collect 24 million taels of silver. In these hundreds of years, not only is the tax getting less and less, but even the cultivated land counted in the fish-scale register is getting less and less...

And the expenditure of the imperial court rose linearly in the Zheng-tong Emperor era. In the past, it could barely balance revenue and expenditure—this relied on transferring a large amount of money that should have been spent by the imperial court to the great clans in the southeast. Of course, because of this, the restraint on the southeast was getting weaker and weaker. In the era of the Zheng-tong Emperor, there was even a surplus in the early stage, which was considered the old man's hard work when he was young.

In the last twenty years, the hole began to grow, and the deficit became the norm. Bai Lang didn't calculate the accounts for this old man, but he was a Celestial Expert. He felt the mentality of the Jingtai Emperor a little bit, and even with Bai Lang's cultivation, he was startled. "The imperial court deficit is not millions of taels?! The deficit before and after is tens of millions!"

The Jingtai Emperor was already furious. He forced the inner court to check the accounts, and for this, he killed more than a dozen big eunuchs who stole from the treasury or disobeyed orders, and finally counted the possible family property of this Great Wu Dynasty—not guaranteed to be true, but maybe half of it is true. Many warehouses in the national treasury have accounts, but they are actually gone. There are also hundreds of cases of fire dragons burning warehouses and yin soldiers borrowing grain. Hundreds of warehouse ambassadors committed suicide or fell into the water and died, and even a member of the Ministry of Revenue voluntarily resigned—however, the rules of the Great Wu Dynasty seem to be like the little notebook in Bai Lang's memory. As long as you resign and bow, "Hondoni simimasai," it's okay?!

There are also loans from various ministers, and there are a lot of IOUs in the national treasury. Some have been owed for twenty years, but it seems that no one has repaid the money... As for the confused accounts, I don't know how many there are. This kind of imperial court is still operating—although it is like an old machine, this is enough to make Bai Lang surprised.

The Jingtai Emperor was angry and dizzy, but there was no way—even the palace accounts reported by the Ritual Office had a lot of rebates and floating, and it couldn't be calculated at all.