Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1014 - 519: Forming a Team

As soon as Yang Yunzhao opened his eyes, he saw a ceiling he didn’t recognize, and the air was filled with the musty smell of grain that hadn’t been ventilated in a long time. It seemed like he was in a warehouse, with no blanket under him, and his head hurt from resting on the hard surface. Maybe someone had hit him; then a fawning, chubby face appeared right in front of him.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, how are you feeling? Is your body any better?

It’s me, it’s me, I’m Xiao Chen. I made a bowl of fish soup for you, try it ~~"

Chan Zi shivered,

"Fatso, you’re disgusting."

"Go munch on your biscuit! Come on, brother, drink this bowl of soup, your body will feel better, ah~~"

"Ugh—!"

Yang Yunzhao couldn’t hold back for a moment and vomited a large puddle of black water, almost puking his bile as well.

Chen Xuantian smiled and gently rubbed his back, using his Inner Strength to dissolve the blood clots on Yang Yunzhao’s back and resolve the palm force at the injury.

"It’s good to get it out, it’s good to get it out. Even if you have a Spirit Communication Saint Body and your Iron Bone Steel Muscle has been tempered through innumerable trials, the youthful child yang energy is abundant. Getting possessed by too many ghosts doesn’t do any good. You need to endure for a few days, discharge all the evil energy, and then I’ll treat your injuries. Within three months, you’ll be back on your feet."

Yang Yunzhao breathed heavily,

"Wha-what’s going on..."

Chen Xuantian laughed,

"Oh, it’s a minor issue, a minor issue. The Nangong Family recruited a few Evil Cultivators, occasionally harvesting some wandering souls of executed prisoners for cultivation.

Isn’t this standard practice in the Immortal Palace? Your family should know this best."

Yang Yunzhao gritted his teeth,

"That place has detained at least tens of thousands of unjust souls! Doesn’t this place have a City God?"

Chen Xuantian laughed,

"Heh, where would this place get a City God? When people die, they’re thrown into the water, and it’s directly under the Dragon King’s watch.

But you, young man, impress me. You didn’t go mad even with thousands of ghosts possessing you; truly remarkable endurance, an extraordinary talent, might attain enlightenment and become a master ancestor in the future."

Yang Yunzhao clenched his fists, staring intently at the ceiling of the warehouse,

"Forget about the battlefield in the Central Plains, but here in such a small place, to kill so many people for refining... Nangong Family... deserves to die..."

Chen Xuantian shook his head and said,

"Eh, I must correct you; this really isn’t the Nangong Family’s fault."

"Fatso, what are you talking about!"

Before Yang Yunzhao could react, Chan Zi jumped in,

"Didn’t you see with your own eyes the Nangong Family bullying people! And you’re excusing them!"

Chen Xuantian spread his hands,

"I’m not excusing; even if you replace Nangong with anything, east, west, north wind, if you guys came to be the masters, it wouldn’t change a thing. People beaten to death, starved to death, eaten; however they die, no matter how many are destined to die, none will be spared. This is humanity; this is fate. Once dead, why care how I use it?

Although Li Jiang is prosperous, essentially the land and resources are all in the hands of the Demon Clan, and the Human Clan only holds a limited territory that can sustain a limited population. Previously, the Three Constellations made a huge effort by deploying armies and initiating migrations and labor to open up the barren lands, but could only extend the territory to this extent.

Currently, the court’s focus is on suppressing rebellions, and in the short term, they won’t invest in expanding to the south. It’s simply impossible to expand the territory further. But you guys have seen it; the boats escaping from the Han River and Ru River are jam-packed, each carrying dozens to hundreds of people. Over these years, possibly hundreds of thousands of refugees have flooded into the Southern Border seeking livelihoods. Only because Yunmeng Swamp has fish, meat, and monsters, the situation hasn’t deteriorated for now.

Reaching this point, no matter who becomes the leader of Li Country, they can only maintain order through harsh measures and violence, as you can’t afford to distribute wealth, food, or land to win people’s hearts.

So, when I calculate, if everyone acts righteously and uproots the Nangong Family, the Twelve Tigers and Eighteen Dragons will jump in to fight for leadership, and then what? It turns into another chaotic battle, survival of the fittest, killing off a majority until the territory of Li Jiang can sustain them, that’s when it will settle down?

And if there’s a barely accepted banner, whether by valor or sword forces, uniting people to expand southward is enough; they can grab additional land from the Demon Clan to sustain a few more people. Isn’t that logic clear?

Of course, if you guys feel that a few more deaths do not matter, and just venting your anger is enough, then I couldn’t care less."

Chan Zi was momentarily speechless but clearly disagreed, just sitting down on the ground angrily.

Yang Yunzhao lay on the straw mat, silent for a while.

"This is not right."

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"Care to elaborate."

Yang Yunzhao gazed at him.

"I don’t understand broad worldly trends; I only know right is right, wrong is wrong; wrongdoing must face consequences.

The Nangong Family bullies the weak and kills the populace unjustly, even imprisoning their souls in the water prison for refinement.

Since I know of everyone’s grievances, I absolutely cannot stay indifferent."

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"Brother Yang, if you wish to pursue personal revenge, I, Chen, will not hesitate to accompany you over fire sea and blade mountain.

But if you’re intending to seek justice for the innocent dead souls, haha, that’s quite unnecessary; in these times, a human life isn’t worth much.

For a warlord’s young master like you, saving your life might earn me tens of thousands in rewards.

But for those people, nameless and without affiliation, alive they’re stray dogs, dead they’re wandering souls; one life is worth five hundred bucks, no more.

Therefore, even if you take the complaint to the Imperial Court, the Three Constellations might at most fine the Nangong Family five thousand cash, not even enough for a piece of superior fur.

But such rules are set by the masters of your Six Gates, so what’s the use of arguing with me? You should go argue with the Minister of Justice."

Chan Zi glared at Chen Xuantian but didn’t refute, knowing that market prices are as they are. An extra person means an extra bowl; no family has spare grain either.