I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

City Lord Xue led many of the local cultivator families to attack the dragon clan.

After more than two hundred years of fighting, they finally wiped out the dragons and other water monsters in the river.

The names on the monument are all the people who participated in the battle between humans and demons.

The successive city lords will come to this monument to pay tribute to these ancestors.

"Hey, there are quite a few people watching." When Zhao Kangping arrived here, many people gathered near the monument.

However, the common people were stopped outside by the city guards, and they could only stand outside to watch the excitement. There were thousands of people standing outside here alone, and even if there were more people, they knew they couldn't see the excitement, so they stopped squeezing in.

The current time is probably Chenshi, which is eight o'clock in the morning in modern time.

The sacrificial ceremony lasted about half an hour. Zhao Kangping had already memorized the process, and he was also a man who had seen big scenes before. He was not too nervous in front of so many people.

"Should we go and worship the old woman's ancestors?" he asked Dongfang Jingrou beside him.

Zhao Kangping was naturally referring to the first mayor of Chuanliu City, whose tomb was not far away.

In fact, the body of City Lord Xue was transported back to his ancestral land and was not actually buried here, but a cenotaph was set up here.

Subsequent city lords will more or less pay tribute to this ancestor when they take over.

But he happened to be Xue Zining's ancestor, while Zhao Kangping was a member of the Holy Lord Sect. This led to an awkward question: how could he, a member of the Holy Lord Sect, burn incense to the ancestors of the Supreme Elder?

The housekeeper certainly didn't know how to answer. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Whatever you want."

"Then let's not worship." Zhao Kangping didn't plan to go either. He hoped that this part would be over as soon as possible.

Honoring the martyrs who founded the city is only the first step in the succession ceremony, and there are several more processes to follow.

By the time he was done with all this, the day would be almost over.

However, Zhao Kangping felt that this day would be the longest day of his life.

……

"Have you seen Master?"

"Of course I saw it. He was still reading the eulogy. It was quite long and he hadn't finished it yet."

"I think this part of the succession ceremony is the most boring, but it can't be skipped. It would be great if it could be cancelled, and Master wouldn't leave us up so early."

"What are you talking about, girl? Today is a serious day, why are you still thinking about this?"

"Hehe, Senior Sister scolded me for asking Master to play overtime. I've never seen you so unrestrained and unruly before."

"You damn girl, you're asking for a beating."

Luo Xueqing and Zhao Mengyao were flying in the air, watching the sacrifice below. But as they were talking, they started to fight.

When this embarrassing thing was mentioned, Luo Xueqing naturally became angry and embarrassed.

She just hadn't been loved by her master for several days and wanted to make up for it.

Since she went on the demon-slaying mission and later fell into a coma, her master was captured by her master. Zhao Mengyao had time to accompany her master these past few days, but she felt that she had lost a lot.

"You two, stop fighting here. No noise is allowed here." At this time, a disciple of Suzaku Hall who was pulled in to be responsible for security stopped them.

Zhao Mengyao was fine, but Luo Xueqing immediately ran away in shame.

Chapter 346: The Divided Holy Land

Zhao Kangping's sacrifice at the monument park saved a lot of time because he omitted the step of worshiping the first city lord.

He completed the sacrifice early and entered the next step earlier.

As he rushed to his next destination, some people from the aristocratic factions who were planted among the crowd also reported the situation here through the communication jade slips.

City Lord Zhao deliberately did not offer sacrifices to City Lord Xue, clearly intending to go against the Supreme Elder.

Ordinary people may not care about his action, but it has strong political implications. It is estimated that at this time, a group of children from aristocratic families are already scolding him.

Since the founding of Chuanliu City, the selection of the City Lord had almost always been monopolized by aristocratic families and their vassals. It was the first time in the history of Chuanliu City that someone like Zhao Kangping, who was not from an aristocratic family, had been appointed City Lord.

A long time ago, when mankind still had a common external enemy, almost everyone, regardless of class, tried their best to unite and face the external enemy together.

But when the external enemy faded away and the external pressure disappeared, the internal contradictions of the human race began to be exposed.

The aristocratic families of the Ziyang Holy Land were all descendants of outstanding disciples within the Holy Land. Because of the merits of their ancestors, they always received more care. Over time, these families formed a huge hereditary power.

This has led to a phenomenon where these children from aristocratic families are often more likely to enter the Zi Yang Holy Land than other people of humble origins.

As these family members grew up, they gradually took control of many important positions in the Holy Land. They formed families and, through intermarriage, they bound each other together, thus forming a solid interest group.

For a long time, most of the Holy Lords in the Holy Land and most of the seats in the Senate came from aristocratic factions.

However, not all cultivators in the world come from aristocratic families. It can be said that the vast majority of cultivators were born from the common people. Many may have been cattle herders in a village before cultivating immortality, or homeless beggars, or daughters of impoverished families about to be sold for money.

In this era, the aristocratic families controlled almost all the resources. Poor people who wanted to cultivate immortality had to stand aside.

There are examples like this, where some people have clearly superior spiritual roots, but simply because they come from poor backgrounds, they don't receive as many resources as children from aristocratic families, even if the young master or young lady of that family has less talent.

When some elders in the holy land select disciples, they are often more willing to promote younger generations of families with whom they have a vested interest.

Zhao Kangping always felt that the world of immortal cultivation he was in was different from that in some novels.

In some books, a young man with a humble background but possessing the highest aptitude for cultivation is always sought after by the elders in the sect.

However, he had never encountered such a situation in the Zi Yang Holy Land.

I've seen some cases where, during tests of aptitude for cultivating immortality, a rural kid from the mountains was found to have an astonishingly special physique. He quickly rose to prominence within the outer sect of the holy land, growing and defeating countless opponents along the way.

However, the young man's glory did not last forever. Not long after, he died during an outbound mission.

He also lamented the fall of a genius.

But the story does not end here. Not long after, a young master from a certain noble family suddenly awakened the same special physique.

If this was just a coincidence, he would probably forget about it soon.

But the Leizhou Su family had passed down a secret technique that could extract the spiritual roots of other people and use it to enhance the spiritual roots of another person. He realized that this was not a coincidence.

Maybe those people started doing this a long time ago.

Coupled with his mother's experience, he also had a deeper understanding of the darkness of the world of immortal cultivation.

Although these may be only a few isolated cases, they still persist until now.

When a cultivator's lower limit drops to a certain level, the difference between the righteous path and the evil path sometimes becomes extremely blurred.

It might be a coincidence that his senior sister Mu Wanyi became the Holy Lord, but it was also inevitable.

She took advantage of the long-established rules of the Holy Land to defeat the candidates from the aristocratic families, eventually becoming a saint and later taking over the Holy Land. Although those rules favored the children of aristocratic families, this was also inseparable from her own efforts.

Mu Wanyi is not the first person to rebel against aristocratic families.

Before her, long, long ago, there was such a person in the Holy Land.

He was the son of a mortal fisherman, born in a small fishing village on the East China Sea.

He yearned to cultivate immortality and aspired to become a great monk who could move mountains and fill the sea.

Later, he was spotted by an elder who was out of the holy land looking for immortal seedlings and was brought back to the holy land.

His spiritual roots can only be considered above average, and are not conspicuous in the Ziyang Holy Land where many geniuses gather.

At that time, it was extremely difficult for a monk with a poor family background to make a name for himself. If he had not had some opportunities and worked hard, he might not have achieved much.

As a teenager, he had endured much hardship. He had his arms and legs broken while trying to protect the spirit stone he held. Whenever someone's belongings were stolen, they would always suspect him. His attempts to defend himself only resulted in a severe beating.

Later, he learned to be patient, hiding his emotions deep in his heart. But just being patient wasn't enough; he also learned to hide his edge. Hiding his edge, always keeping a low profile. If ten years aren't enough to sharpen a sword, then fifty years will be enough. If fifty years aren't enough, then a hundred years will be enough.

Time flew by, and he outlasted many geniuses who were better than him. One year, he found that he had become the strongest among his peers, and even many elders were not as good as him.

After years of languishing in the depths, he finally soared to the sky. One day, he made a stunning debut at a sacred ground competition, winning first place. He defeated many of the aristocratic disciples who had previously humiliated him, washing away years of shame.

After that, he was chosen as a personal disciple by a hall master of the Holy Land. Later, when the Holy Land launched a war, he made remarkable contributions. Because of this, he was named the Holy Land's Son.

At that time, many disciples were discussing that the newly promoted Holy Son and Holy Lady were both talented and beautiful, and might become a couple.

However, only they themselves knew that the two of them were not a good match, the Saint looked down on the Saint Son, and their relationship was not harmonious.

Many years later, the Holy Lord unexpectedly passed away, leaving the Holy Lord position vacant. A civil war of unprecedented scale erupted between the Holy Maiden, representing the aristocratic family, and the Holy Son, a commoner, in their struggle for the Holy Lord position.

That battle caused the Holy Land to suffer huge losses. Half of the Holy Land was reduced to scorched earth, and countless casualties were suffered.

In the center of the battle, the Holy Son killed the Holy Girl, but he was also seriously injured and was surrounded and killed by other powerful people from the family group who arrived later.

Although this Holy Son died, the influence he brought to the Zi Yang Holy Land was far-reaching.

Not only did it severely damage the original Zi Yang Holy Land, it took hundreds of years to recover.

Since then, the Holy Land has undergone a series of reforms, and the aristocratic families have made some compromises, giving up some of their power and allowing more non-aristocratic children to join the Council of Elders. Before that, the Council of Elders had always been completely controlled by the aristocratic families.

The treatment of civilian monks is indeed fairer than before, but it is still not enough.

That's why Fairy Yuexia wants to further develop the game and work hard to create a fairer cultivation environment in the holy land.

"I just noticed that there are people from the five major families in the crowd." When leaving the Monument Park, Zhao Kangping only took a glance and found several familiar faces.

In fact, the term "five major families" is a bit outdated. The Wang family was divided, the Shen family was destroyed, and the remaining three families were also seriously damaged.

But the habitual names formed over a long period of time cannot be changed in a short period of time.

Dongfang Jingrou naturally noticed it as well, and she quickly sent the matter via a jade slip to the members of the Suzaku Hall who came to maintain order.

Zhao Kangping also took a look at the message she sent and said, "There's no need to split up the forces to keep an eye on them. I don't think with the remaining power of these families, they would be foolish enough to attack me directly."

The turmoil caused by the tumor monster not long ago caused immeasurable losses to many aristocratic families living in the eastern part of the city. This time, they were really hit hard.

Needless to say, they hadn't suffered so many casualties in a long time. The Shen family was the worst hit, with almost the entire family being wiped out.

The other families suffered relatively less losses, but they must have suffered quite a lot as well.

In this situation, do they really have the energy left to cause trouble?

Zhao Kangping felt that the possibility was low, at least it was unlikely that they would use force.

But he didn't take it lightly.

After he officially becomes the lord of Chuanliu City, if these families still want to continue staying in Chuanliu City, I am afraid that their future days will be difficult.

They didn't have many choices: either submit to the Holy Lord or move out of Chuanliu City.

If they stayed in Chuanliu City, Zhao Kangping would probably have many ways to disgust these families, such as increasing taxes on the aristocratic families, raising the threshold for their children to enter the Holy Land, and closely monitoring the every move of these big families.

After hearing this, Zhao Kangping felt like a bad guy.

But he must have done it for a reason.

These aristocratic families were all incredibly wealthy, and previous city lords were either descended from these families or had close ties with them. The city lords then did everything they could to reduce taxes for these families. These tax reductions weren't simply for nothing, but were passed on to the city's civilians, independent cultivators, and smaller families.

Because of the support of their families, the children of aristocratic families can get some medicinal liquids or elixirs to cleanse their bones and marrow when they are six to nine years old. There are also special people in the family to enlighten them on the knowledge of cultivation.

However, many commoners may not have such good conditions. Many people only start to practice Taoism at the age of twelve or thirteen, or even later. Many of these cultivators start from scratch and have to fight for survival while practicing.

For a long time, it has been more likely for cultivators from aristocratic families to produce geniuses and go further.

On the contrary, if civilian monks want to make it, they have to work twice as hard, but they may not achieve much in the end.

Some people are born Romans, while others are born to be cattle and horses.

Is this fair? Definitely not.

But this world is so cruel.

Zhao Kangping brought his team of staff to the city center square near the City Lord's Mansion, where he was going to deliver his succession speech.

He had Dongfang Jingrou prepare several drafts for the ceremony, but he wasn't satisfied with any of them. Finally, he added a lot of his own ideas and compiled a completely new speech.

A day ago, the stage had been set up here, as well as rows of seats in front of the stage.

In the past, many successive generations of city lords would roll out a red carpet on the way back to the city center square after the sacrifice in the monument park, set off fireworks and firecrackers along the way, and have a guard of honor playing music and singing all the way.

But Zhao Kangping felt that it was too disturbing to the residents, so he cancelled it.

He didn't walk from the monument to the square, but used the heavenly book to transform into a flying boat, carrying dozens of people.

From an outsider's perspective, it's hard to tell what's so special about this flying boat. All you can see is that it's luxurious and imposing, with a streamlined hull with sharp edges and corners, like a sharp shuttle.

Many people gathered in the square, most of whom were residents of various classes in the city. There were also representatives of small families, mortal merchants, and a large number of independent cultivators.

Zhao Kangping estimated that there were at least 8,000 people here, if not 10,000. It was a sea of ​​people, a throng of people. This was due to the crowd control. If they wanted to fill the square, they could have accommodated four or five times the current number. The limit was imposed only to prevent any unexpected incidents that might cause stampedes.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous at all standing in front of so many people.