487: The greatness of Chen De

Qiangren Continent.

Inside an incomparably luxurious palace, a man sat upright on an extremely extravagant throne.

Spread before him was a similarly vast variety of delicacies.

Any single dish on the table was worth more than the taxes of a million people for three years.

But for the man, after taking a casual bite of a few dishes closest to him, he had already lost interest.

At this time, an androgynous figure beside him, resembling a eunuch, spoke, "Reporting to the Star Lord, there is a place below called Gengqiu County with a population of about a hundred thousand. It's said that due to a disaster this year, taxes cannot be collected."

Hearing this, the man said indifferently, "Slaughter them all!"

The androgynous figure replied, "Yes."

The man took a few more casual bites and then put down his utensils. "Take them away."

"Yes." Immediately, a group of people came up and threw away the food along with the plates.

The man did not like using old things; once these items were used, they could not be used again.

He also disliked cheap things, so every single item there was priceless.

But it didn't matter; ruling over a continent with a population of at least two trillion, no amount of consumption was excessive for him.

After the food was cleared, the man added, "It's the same few things every day, no novelty at all. Kill this chef and get a new one."

"Yes!"

After the man finished giving orders, the androgynous figure continued to report.

"Reporting to the Star Lord, in the territory of the Suri Clan, because the Suri Clan has already collected taxes twenty years in advance, rebellions are breaking out everywhere."

"Kill them all. Kill everyone who dares to cause trouble. How dare they rebel?"

"Yes!"

"Next, the conflict between the Chagan Clan and the Ari Clan has been escalating recently, with over a dozen battles of various sizes."

"None of my children or descendants were injured, were they?"

"In response to the Star Lord, no members of the Chagan Clan were injured. A young master from the Ari Clan went to the battlefield to play.

Unfortunately, he was startled by someone and sprained his ankle."

"Kill them. Execute the nine generations of everyone who was fighting in that area at the time. As for the person responsible, put them to death by a thousand cuts."

"Yes!"

...And so, the androgynous figure reported the administrative affairs to the man one by one.

And the man himself handled each matter with clear logic, in a way that could be described as simple and crude.

For he was a Myriad Transformation Realm disciple sent down by the Qianqiu Palace, responsible for governing the affairs of this planet.

Sect dispatch—to many internal members of the sect, this was something only those with no future would do.

Those with real potential and worth cultivating would surely stay at the headquarters to cultivate properly; the sect wouldn't bear to send them out.

It could be said that dispatched disciples would never even think of moving elsewhere for the rest of their lives unless they had a major breakthrough in strength.

And those capable of taking a step further would generally not be dispatched in the first place.

For most disciples, they naturally craved the opportunity to go further.

But for a small portion of disciples, it was actually not bad to come down as a Star Lord and enjoy life.

This man had actually been quite diligent when he was originally in the sect.

Unfortunately, his talent was lacking, and after reaching a certain age, he could only settle for becoming a Star Lord.

When he first arrived, he thought that by governing diligently, he could make those above see his achievements.

So he worked conscientiously every day, sleeping later than a pig and rising earlier than a rooster.

He governed the Qiangren Continent so well that it was incomparably better than when he first arrived.

But the emissaries who came down were indifferent to this; they only cared about whether this year's taxes could be handed over.

The man naturally tried to bribe them, but what he could think of, others could naturally think of as well.

There were thirty billion star systems under the name of Qianqiu Palace; of course, these taxes couldn't be collected by this one emissary alone.

But the small amounts this emissary collected extra from each continent added up to far more than the entire annual output of the man's continent.

So the extra benefits he threw in didn't even make a splash, at most making him slightly more tolerable to the emissary.

He could give a lot, but others could naturally give more; his political achievements were good, but others' were better and their strength greater.

However, for countless years, it was almost unheard of for anyone to stand out from being a Star Lord.

No matter how well one did, they were still just a good Star Lord.

From this, it was clear that wanting to take this path to be noticed by the sect's main branch was almost impossible.

And so, the man gave up. Instead of being a hardworking Star Lord, he might as well be a hedonistic one.

With this shift in mindset, the man thought it felt quite good.

For example, with three hundred thousand beauties in his harem, he couldn't even finish looking through their name tags in a day.

Some women would wait until they died of old age without ever seeing the Star Lord once.

Not only that, beauty pageant-like events were held everywhere every year, and after layers of selection, the thousand most beautiful women were sent to him.

As for administrative affairs, he only needed to control the general direction; he didn't have to worry about the rest at all.

Naturally, there were people who would considerately handle everything, collect the taxes, and deliver them into his hands.

With his identity as a Star Lord certified by Qianqiu Palace, the man was simply more free on this continent than any secular emperor.

After all, a secular emperor still had to worry about his rule, whether his subordinates would have ulterior motives, or if there would be uprisings outside.

But for the man, there was absolutely no such concern.

Because first, he possessed the power to suppress everything, and second, he had the status of Qianqiu Palace.

On this continent, anyone who dared to oppose him had only one path: death.

And the kind where they could neither live nor die.

As for the man's offspring, they founded one clan after another.

Each of their clans occupied a sector of the continent.

They could conquer and plunder each other, using violent means.

But there was only one requirement: those with the man's bloodline must not die.

Furthermore, even if one side completely defeated the other, they had to leave behind enough territory for the loser to live comfortably.

In the man's view, the deaths of outsiders didn't matter; the number of casualties was irrelevant.

This was merely a game used by his descendants to liven up the atmosphere.

So many times, while the subordinates of two groups were fighting fiercely outside until their brains were bashed out...

...the leaders of the two groups might still be drinking and eating meat together like harmonious brothers.

Yes, for the man's descendants, it was just a game.

Even if they lost, they didn't have to die and could continue to have countless chances to start over.

Since that was the case, there was no need for relations between relatives to become too strained.

After all, no one knew who would have the upper hand or the lower hand at any given time.

Clans like the Ari Clan, Chagan Clan, and Suri Clan were among the more powerful ones.

Besides these, there were other clans with smaller territories and influence.