592: Your circle is really messy

"Xiao Chi, what do you think of this batch of people?" a middle-aged man dressed in a dark green robe asked the person beside him.

Beside him was a young man in a purple shirt, who was also looking at the people below.

"Patriarch, although I have the right to recommend disciples to join the Hall, the people I recommend cannot be too poor, otherwise it will be hard to explain myself."

The middle-aged man smiled, "Of course, of course. These below are the most outstanding juniors of our clan's current generation; they certainly won't embarrass us."

"That's good then." The young man nodded.

They were one of the countless ethnic groups living in the territory under Luohong Hall's command, all of whom were vassals of Luohong Hall.

After all, in such a large territory, the more life there was, the better.

Therefore, Luohong Hall did not forbid their existence, as long as they paid their taxes on time.

Yes, paying taxes.

The territory under Luohong Hall's command was managed in two ways.

One was managed directly by people from Luohong Hall.

The other was managed by these vassal forces, who were then managed collectively; in fact, from an overall perspective, it was still the first type.

This was because the managers of the first type would also divide the areas they were responsible for into blocks and hand them over to local forces for assisted management.

But the one thing none of them could skip was paying taxes; if you dared to resist taxes, you were as good as dead.

So for many ordinary vassal races, survival was for the sake of paying taxes.

They were either preparing to pay taxes or in the process of paying them.

However, this phenomenon would improve significantly for vassals with an Immortal Law Realm presence.

One was a mortal race, the other an immortal race.

At least in front of mortal vassal races, they lived quite decently.

But in reality, for most immortal vassal races, it was merely enough to catch a breath.

Because the amount of tax you needed to pay was calculated based on your actual situation.

No power in the universe was a charity; the reason they were allowed to exist was their value.

At the same time, many races also had to face the risk of being destroyed by other races.

Because Luohong Hall only cared about whether the taxes for this area could be collected; as for which race paid the taxes, they didn't care.

For many races, joining Luohong Hall was undoubtedly a great choice.

As long as one could join Luohong Hall and make a name for oneself, they could in turn protect their own race.

Just like their clan, countless juniors had been sent to Luohong Hall over the years, but in the end, the young man was the only one who had cultivated to the Immortal Law Realm.

Although he was only at the Immortal Law Realm First Transformation, even the Immortal Law Realm Second Transformation forces bordering them had to be polite.

Similarly, with the young man around, it would become much easier for the clan's juniors to join Luohong Hall.

Precisely because of this, the Patriarch, who was at the peak of the Immortal Law Realm First Transformation, was so polite to the young man.

In terms of importance, the young man was much more important than the Patriarch; as long as he didn't fall, the clan wouldn't fall.

At this moment, below the two of them, a competition among the clan's juniors was being held.

As long as one could rank in this competition, with the young man's influence, they would basically be guaranteed to join Luohong Hall.

Below, two young juniors were currently competing.

"Qing Jie, I usually let you win, but I can't do that this time."

"Qing Yan, you're still as annoying as ever."

"Enough talk, let's see what you've got." Qing Jie said no more, his figure blurring as he transformed into millions of afterimages, attacking Qing Yan from different directions.

The corner of Qing Yan's mouth twitched. Without dodging or avoiding, he formed hand seals, and a faint golden light shimmered around him.

"Break!" he shouted lowly, and all the afterimages vanished like bubbles the moment they touched the golden light.

But the real body had already approached his left side, and a long-prepared finger pointed out.

"Heaven-Shattering Finger!"

"Trivial tricks." Qing Yan sidestepped to avoid it and struck back with a palm, the palm wind carrying a scorching aura... The two people competing were precisely the two most outstanding geniuses of this generation of the Qing Clan.

Even when Patriarch Qing Qiong looked at them, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Because the performance of these two was much better than that of Qing Chi during the same period back then.

Speaking of who Qing Chi was, he was the young man beside Qing Qiong who had already joined Luohong Hall.

Qing Qiong then wanted to hear Qing Chi's evaluation, "Xiao Chi, what do you think of the performance of those two juniors below?"

Qing Chi fixed his gaze on the two below, "These two little guys are quite good, much stronger than I was back then, and could be considered top-tier even within the Hall."

Hearing this, the satisfaction in Qing Qiong's eyes grew even stronger.

If the Qing Jie and Qing Yan below could also grow to Qing Chi's level in Luohong Hall...

Then from now on, their Qing Clan could rest easy.

Moreover, more and more juniors could be sent to Luohong Hall, and the Qing Clan would only become more and more prosperous.

However, he still said modestly, "These two little guys are alright, but they're still far behind you, Xiao Chi."

"After these juniors join the Hall, they will still need your constant care, Xiao Chi."

As he spoke, Qing Qiong discreetly handed a storage ring to Qing Chi.

For every disciple who joined Luohong Hall, the clan would send a batch of resources over every once in a while to help them with their cultivation.

It didn't matter if the clan lived a bit harder, as long as they could succeed, it was all worth it.

Naturally, Qing Chi received them too; not only that, but after breaking through to the Immortal Law Realm, his share had been significantly increased.

To this end, Qing Qiong had even taken out the cultivation resources that should have been allocated to him personally.

Qing Chi's height was now the height of their Qing Clan; Qing Qiong understood this clearly.

Seeing this, Qing Chi also discreetly put it away.

Bang!

Just then, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the competition arena below.

Qing Qiong's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked down at the arena.

But on the arena... the figures of Qing Jie and Qing Yan were gone, leaving only two piles of steaming minced meat.

Beside the two piles of minced meat stood a man who looked very moral.

He sighed slightly, "Why is someone cosplaying as a cushion? This circle is truly messy."

Seeing this scene, Qing Qiong's eyes nearly split from rage; these two were the hope of their Qing Clan!

Perhaps the rise of the Qing Clan rested on them.

But now, what had they become?

Two piles of steaming minced meat on the ground!

"Ahhhh, you're looking for death!"

Qing Qiong was furious, the clouds and winds changed color, and the surrounding hundreds of light-years seemed to tremble because of his anger.

After all, he was a peak Immortal Law Realm First Transformation expert; a single thought could possess the great power to change heaven and earth.

He instantly teleported in front of the Moral Man. Qing Chi had a bad feeling seeing this, but he followed as well.

The Moral Man smiled at them, "Hello there, nice to meet you."

His smile was brilliant, as if the two piles of minced meat on the ground had nothing to do with him.