I have a city in another world

While a group of sect practitioners were trapped and struggling in the storm formation, the residents of Green Water City were extremely happy.

A delicious mutton soup drew unanimous praise from the residents, and many people stated that it was the best food they had ever eaten in their lives.

There was also an elderly man who said that drinking such delicious broth would be worth it even if he died immediately.

In the early years, Green Water City was not so poor, and life was pretty good back then.

But in recent decades, living standards have been getting worse and worse.

More than 90% of the people living in Green Water City are from poor families, and the rest are families of officials.

Although he was receiving a salary from the government, his life was still difficult because Green Water City was too poor and there was no money to be made.

The biggest source of income is when residents apply for migration certificates, and officials can take this opportunity to make a fortune.

The number of residents is decreasing, but local officials don't care. When all the residents leave, they go to take up new posts elsewhere.

They hoped that the residents would leave, but unfortunately those who were left were all paupers who could not raise the money to apply for the certificates.

Officials from other places are making a lot of money, and their families are enjoying a good life.

The officials of Green Water City, however, have to tighten their belts to make ends meet, and their families also have to live on meagre food all day long.

The officials of Green Water City tried every possible way to leave Green Water City, but their efforts were often in vain.

Without sufficient background, one can only work hard in Green Water City. Over the decades, countless officials have died here.

However, their graves have been swallowed up by the rolling yellow sand, and there is no place to worship them.

Nature truly treats all things equally.

Some officials' families also received a portion of mutton soup and enjoyed it after returning home.

The officials grumbled a little, but as they drank the soup they exclaimed in praise, saying that the owner of the dyeing factory was really generous.

When cooking mutton soup, people really put in precious spices, which is hard-earned money.

While drinking the soup, I was still wondering what Tang Zhen’s intention was. Was he trying to win people’s hearts?

What's the point of buying off a bunch of peasants? It's just a waste of money.

After pondering it over, one can only come to one conclusion, that is, people with money can act as they please, or that practitioners can act arbitrarily and just play around in the world.

Not long after, new news came.

Qi Laosan bought two camels, slaughtered them and prepared to treat the people of the city to soup and meat.

They also bought a lot of japonica rice to make rice balls, and each household received some according to the number of people.

After the news spread, many people went to watch and saw the meat already in the pot.

White stalk rice is mixed with the local specialty, ground melon, and small fish dried from the lake, and then stewed with rice.

Large chunks of fat and grease were also put into the pot, making the cooked rice grains shine with oil.

I heard that there was not only rice and meat, but also dozens of jars of old wine, and every household would get a share.

I don’t know whether this is true or not, but it makes people look forward to it.

The children in the city were extremely happy. They ran and jumped on the streets, looking forward to the arrival of the new day.

The same goes for adults. Faced with such delicious food and meat, few people can refuse.

Previously, some officials prohibited family members from collecting the broth, fearing that there might be something wrong with the broth.

After a day, it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the food, but many people had upset their stomachs because they ate too well.

When the officials' families heard that meat and rice would be distributed, they all decided to go and get a portion.

Because of this incident, many officials' homes were in quarrel, with men yelling, women crying, and greedy children screaming. It was really lively.

Something went wrong in the second half of the night. Two thugs tried to steal meat and wine, but were caught by the guards.

After being beaten up, he was sent directly to the government jail, where he will probably suffer more.

In the future, I will probably lose the qualification to distribute meat.

Early the next morning, people would go from street to street beating gongs, reminding residents to bring containers and jugs to get meat and wine.

But in a short time, the streets were filled with pedestrians, adults and children all running towards one place.

After arriving at the place, they were given hot soup and meat, and each household was given a spoonful of local wine. This local wine produced in Green Water City was turbid and tasted sour. Although the quality was average, not everyone could afford it.

On this day, the aroma of meat wafted from every household, mixed with the flavor of hot earth wine.

Someone discovered that in the corners of the streets and alleys, many grass sprouts had grown out of nowhere.

Due to wind and sand, and the continuous drying up of water veins, the green grass and water sources in Green Water City are becoming less and less.

There has been no sandstorms in the past few days, and the weeds have actually started to grow, which is a very strange thing.

From a distance it looks like a sea of ​​green, but when you get closer you find it is sparse and scattered. Only those who pay close attention will notice this.

The two monks in the city had already discovered the abnormality and were secretly shocked.

Ordinary people may not notice it, but they have a clear sense that the energy concentration of heaven and earth in the city is continuously increasing.

When I first came to Green Water City, the energy here was extremely poor, only slightly stronger than the desert.

If it weren't for the underground water veins winding through the city, this place would be completely unsuitable for large-scale human habitation.

Unexpectedly, within just a few days, the concentration of spiritual energy continued to increase, and it was already comparable to the spiritual sects in famous mountains and rivers.

In order to find a place with abundant spiritual energy, sects of spiritual practice choose to build in deep mountains and old forests. I have never seen anyone build a sect in a busy city.

That is not cultivation, but making money in the name of cultivation. A true cultivator would never live here.

Who would have thought that an abandoned town on the edge of the desert would have a concentration of spiritual energy comparable to that of famous mountains and rivers.

This situation is absolutely not normal and is likely related to Tang Zhen, but no one knows what caused it.

These two sect monks are only at the second level of cultivation, and there are too many things they don’t understand.

However, he became more and more certain that Tang Zhen was the target that the Cultivation Alliance was looking for, the one marked as extremely dangerous.

Without strong power, it is impossible to increase the concentration of spiritual energy exponentially in a short period of time.

After determining that there was something wrong with Tang Zhen, the two monks became more and more eager for the sect's rescue, but for some reason there was no news yet?

Could it be that the storm outside the city is so severe that even practitioners cannot pass through it?

Thinking of this possibility, the two monks worried secretly and even prayed that the sect did not send reinforcements.

I originally thought that the monks in my own sect were powerful enough to resolve the crisis.

Now that I think about it, I was totally wrong.

What they think is powerful is comparing themselves with others, but they forget that there is always someone better than them.

No one in our sect has the means to increase the concentration of spiritual energy in a city soaring in such a short period of time.

I can't even figure out what kind of realm and means are needed to accomplish this.

Perhaps the monks from their own sect had already arrived, but had no way to enter the city.

If this is true, the other party’s situation is probably very dangerous, and I don’t know if his life will be in danger.

The two monks trapped in the city were secretly worried about their own monk, but they didn't know that the other party was already outside the city.

They were trapped in a sandstorm and suffered a lot, but finally rushed out when night fell.

A group of monks who seemed to have an air of immortality were now covered in dust and dirt, as if they had ingested so much dust and sand.

Due to their lack of experience, they suffered a lot, but relying on their cultivation, they finally escaped when the door to life was opened.

Looking at each other's miserable appearances and thinking of their previous experiences, the group of monks from the sect were filled with horror.

With just a set of formations, they can be completely blocked. Such a method is truly extremely terrifying.

As expected, something unexpected happened in this Green Water City, and the two missing disciples should be among them.

I originally wanted to solve the problems myself, but now I feel powerless.

After some discussion, they decided to notify the sect and formulate a more appropriate plan of action.

If nothing unexpected happens, this matter should be reported to the Cultivation Alliance, and finally the news should be passed on to the cultivators of the Qiankun Sect.

This green water city is likely to become famous throughout the world.

(End of this chapter)