Chapter 392 - 18 The Venerable Must Not Be Insulted
The city was in chaos, as a large Immortal Boat took off against regulations and collided with another, leaving two colossal objects suspended in the air.
Screams fluctuated from below, mixed with the shouts of government officers trying to stabilize the situation; it was a complete mess.
But compared to the turmoil in Taiyi City, there had so far been no casualties.
Gu Wen thus commented, "The cities in the Cultivation World that act as management can’t even compare to Daqian."
Stripping away the Transcendent powers, it’s actually a fragmented, inefficient, and poorly organized ruling institution. Although it’s true that during the Tianxuan Conference in the secret realm, those Cultivators faced the attacks of the Mahayana Realm without losing their composure, they were a considerable minority.
"Lord Emperor concocted a dynasty? Managing it well brings no benefits," Chi Yu Zi said indifferently: "Towns rely on the people and clan laws for self-governance while cities depend on noble families. Everyone has their role, as long as the people are not living in extreme misery, the sects won’t bother, and they don’t want to interfere."
"Although Qingcang Immortal once said he wanted an ideal of universal harmony and set up many Cultivation Halls and schools, so the common people could learn to read and be exposed to cultivation. And in every major city, he installed an Earth-Sky Communicator capable of transmitting messages across a million miles. But there’s no difference between eight hundred years ago and now."
Gu Wen asked, "Do you think Master is doing a futile task?"
"I think Immortal Cang is too tired," Chi Yu Zi shook her head: "For example, Immortals want the people to have enough to eat, so every year the Daoist Sect spends ten million Spirit Stones to cultivate seeds from the Five Spirits Valley and distribute them all over the world. Initially, many sects intercepted them, and in reality, the common people gained very little."
She took Gu Wen’s hand, her Divine Thought soared sky-high, spanning a hundred miles, from the bustling city to the rural paths, from rich households to small peasant courtyards.