Longevity Chronicles-Chapter 379 - 271: Saint Silver Coin, Demon Buddha at Ease

Demon City, a breath ago it was still snowing black snow, the Death Star paraded across the sky, Calamity Star passed by, corpses surged up from the earth, and with the sound of fireworks, a downpour of flower petals suddenly dragged this metropolis that accommodated nearly twenty million people back into a festive atmosphere.

An uninformed traveler arriving here might suspect that the New Year had come early.

Although Tao Qian was aware of the reasons, he still couldn't help but feel amazed at this moment.

"This place is flourishing, far surpassing Southern Yue, devoid of the barbaric and terrifying scenes of a world thrown into chaos by Demons, yet the danger here is even greater."

"If either Prince Zhao, Zhu Qi, or Zhang Jiudeng succeeded, at the very least, it would mean the slaughter of millions, with endless consequences."

While this thought flashed through his mind, Tao Qian suddenly received a message from Lian Jing'er.

Members of the National Salvation Congress like Yu Yanshi wished to meet to discuss important matters, still at the usual place.

Tao Qian didn't delay and went straight to Xianheng Hotel.

On his way there, he realized that Demon City, at this moment, scarcely had any place that was quiet.

The citizens, almost to a person, had turned out en masse, taking to the streets to pick up money.

For some, it was a few copper coins, or perhaps several dozen, and for others, a silver coin, or even several silver coins.

Before the collapse of order in Demon City, this Silver Coin had considerable purchasing power—children bought candies, while adults bought pork, rice, and flour, all seemingly free for the taking. Who would want to miss out?

As for the required chants of "Long live the Ninth Prince," people would chant as told, for whoever gives money is the boss.

While past dark histories could not be erased with a single stroke, this didn't prevent Prince Zhao, Zhu Qi, from becoming the savior of countless households at this moment.

Tao Qian also felt it and casually reached out to catch a Silver Coin that fell out of nowhere.

The coin was newly minted, yet it didn't bear the portrait of the Emperor who died an untimely death, but the face of the Ninth Prince, Zhu Qi. Around the portrait was a long string of titles—something about Saint, Virtuousness, showing saint, moral transformation, and the like.

Upon contact, the Record burst forth:

[Record: Saint Silver Coins, consecrated through the Incense Fire Divine Dao method, can gather Incense Fire Wish Power for Prince Zhao, Zhu Qi.]

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"Heh, there is indeed no such thing as a free lunch."

"Even in distributing money, they have to add a little extra."

Tao Qian pinched the Silver Coin, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Without any need for guessing, he knew that even without the recent heavenly signs and phenomena, these copper coins and silver coins would still be scattered throughout Demon City by Zhu Qi, under some pretext or another. freewёbnoνel.com

What Zhu Qi sought was not just to use the avatar formed through the incense flame of the Saint more smoothly, but even more importantly, to refine the Mountain and River Map. Incense Fire Wish Power might not be as potent as Human Dao Fortune, but it was still essentially from the same source, patching a small flaw.

Despite being aware of it, Tao Qian also knew that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Who could prevent others from legally picking up money?

As this thought arose, Tao Qian arrived within Xianheng Hotel, taking the same window-side seat as before.

Previously, it was agreed that Tao Qian would be responsible for training the Rashamon Princess well and acquiring the Formless Chapter of the All Heavens Secret Demon Scripture.

On the other hand, the National Salvation Congress would concentrate their efforts to investigate the numerous movements of Prince Zhao, Zhu Qi.

Tao Qian was determined to oppose Zhu Qi, but he was just one person, accompanied only by three and a half young lads and a Kitten. How could he fight against the current Prince Zhao who was also the Taishang Demon Son, along with the countless forces under him, both big and small?

Yet, if the National Salvation Congress joined in, the odds of success might be somewhat better.

He wasn't sure what they had found out, but when he saw Yu Yanshi, Li Wenyan, and Shi Yingqiong again, the expressions on each of their faces were very grim.

Before Tao Qian could speak, the hot-headed Li Wenyan couldn't hold back his anger; slamming the table with a bang, he looked out the window at the scene that appeared to be a harsh winter month yet contradicted by incessant money rain from fireworks, he angrily transmitted his voice:

"Damn that Zhu Qi, a heaven-damned beast."

"He's determined to use a Blood Sacrifice of millions of disaster victims, and at a time like this, he still hasn't forgotten to fool the citizens with silver coins; if he gets his hands on the power of the realm, the billions of the Mortal Human Race will probably become playthings for this pervert."

Having said this, he then formally reported:

"The Cao Gang and the White Lotus Sect have sent out a large number of people to the surrounding big provinces like Jiangnan Province and Qiantang Province, spreading their message far and wide—even offering boats from the Cao Gang to carry disaster victims to the borders of Demon City."

"Right now, if you look at the river in Demon City, the surface is covered with boats of the Cao Gang, filled with emaciated disaster victims."

"If you look at the surrounding official roads and mountain paths of Demon City, you can see long lines of disaster victims, all of whom are being guided by those Heterodox Demon People of the White Lotus Sect."

"At the border, they have newly established the Thousand Mountains Camp, Ten Thousand Miles Camp, Stove King Camp, Iron Pot Camp, and several other new refugee camps, housing nearly three million people, all arranged by that bastard Zhu Qi to be stationed in the open area between Demon City and the Fungus Demon Army without any cover."

"It doesn't matter whether it's the Fungus Demons or the Heavenly Demon Army, just one or two charges would be enough to turn that place into a field of corpses."

"And we cannot stop him from doing this; to prepare for this massacre, he has spared no expense, taking out nearly all the food reserves in Demon City to build kitchens in front of the camps, continuously boiling porridge and steaming white steamed buns day and night."

"What's even more shameless is that, using this Devilish wind, Zhu Qi has sent some Devil Path Demon Cultivators to each camp for propaganda, making the three million believe in Zhu Qi's benevolence. The number of Longevity Tablets made especially for him must have reached tens of thousands by now."

"I, Li Wenyan, have been traveling through the provinces for many years, yet I have never seen such a shamelessly thick-faced person."

Li Wenyan might be a Cultivator, but he was almost exclusively concerned with the safety and casualties of the Mortal Human Race, only reporting on the movements of the refugees.

As for what was happening within the Cultivation World, he didn't pay any attention.

Beside him, Shi Yingqiong's expression was equally somber, adding a few words:

"Under Zhu Qi's command are also forces like the Changchun Society as well as a great number of Cultivators from the Nine Lamps Mansion. They are spreading rumors in the workshops of the neighboring provinces. A large number of Demon Cultivators now believe that the Ninth Prince, Zhu Qi, has a Supreme Treasure in his possession, and tonight it is going to separate from Zhu Qi's body, available to whoever is destined to receive it."