Slums are the collective name for the residences of the lower class people in the Holy City for the upper class. Wherever there are people, there is a gap. In the Holy City, this gap is even more obvious.
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The rich consume hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones a day, while the poor earn less than 10,000 spiritual stones a year.
Located in the north of the Holy City, close to the North Tianmen, it covers an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers, where nearly 30% of the population of the Holy City is concentrated, making it extremely densely populated.
Most of the civilians here have low cultivation and no fighting ability. They cannot earn spiritual stones through monks. They can only obtain spiritual stones through some hard work to meet their survival needs.
Chu Wentian's first impression of the slum cellar was that it was dirty and messy.
The oily ground was covered with all kinds of rubbish. On both sides of the street, small thatched houses were piled close together. The messy colors were stained in various places. There was no sense of beauty at all. A pungent smell lingered in the air.
diffuse.
The street is very wide, dozens of meters long, but it still seems extremely crowded in a densely populated slum.
The civilians had their heads lowered, carrying large and small bags on their backs, and looked in a hurry. When they saw the two Chu Wentian, who were gorgeously dressed and distinguished in temperament, the civilians invariably took a few steps back and walked around with fearful expressions.
Chu Wentian and Chu Mutian, two gorgeously dressed people, stood out among a group of civilians in shabby clothes.
"Are they afraid of me?" Chu Wentian frowned and said.
"No, they are just afraid of the powerful." Chu Mutian shook his head and said. "Across the street is the public residence of the poor people's cellar. It is the poorest place in the poor people's cellar."
Chu Wentian nodded and said nothing.
After witnessing everything happening around him, Chu Wentian felt very heavy.
"Brother, give me some spiritual stones!" A little girl on the street shouted to the pedestrians passing by, and said quickly when she saw Chu Wentian and the others.
The girl was in ragged clothes and was kneeling on the ground with a dirty face. There was a small broken porcelain bowl in front of her.
Chu Wentian stopped, groped around on his body for a while, and placed a jade pendant into a porcelain bowl.
The girl was stunned for a moment.
At this time, Chu Mutian stepped forward, took out the jade pendant from the porcelain bowl, and put a high-grade spiritual stone in it.
"What are you doing?" Chu Wentian frowned and asked dissatisfiedly.
"Look around you."
When Chu Wentian heard this, he raised his head and glanced around. Several adult men were looking greedily at the jade pendant in Chu Wentian's hand. However, they were afraid of Chu Wentian's identity and did not dare to act rashly.
"If you give this jade pendant to the girl, they will take it away as soon as we leave. And the girl will be disposed of by them."
Who is Chu Wentian? Although this jade pendant is not worth mentioning to him, for these poor people, it is a huge fortune.
"How dare they? How can the laws of our Holy Dynasty be just decoration?" Chu Wentian didn't believe it.
"If a civilian girl dies, who will sue the officials? Who dares to sue the officials?" Chu Mutian said with a sneer.
Chu Wentian frowned and turned around to look at the girl again.
The girl carefully placed the ten spiritual stones in her arms, her dirty little face filled with joy.
Public accommodation.
Chu Wentian stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Is this scene really what the Holy City should have? Is everything in front of him real?
People in shabby clothes were lying on the ground casually. There were no beds, and everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, lay on the ground. The pungent smell was mixed with the smell of germs, medicine, feces and other smells.
This is not a residence, it is clearly a huge slave farm!
Chu Wentian couldn't believe it. But the scene before him forced him to accept this cruel reality.
The Holy City is not so prosperous.
"Most of the people here are people who have no farmland and want to come to the Holy City to make a difference but have failed to achieve success. There are also some people who have offended the powerful and were deposed and left here to fend for themselves." Chu Mutian interjected from the side.
"Brother Imperial, what do you think?"
Chu Wentian looked at a boy in a public residence who was giving medicine to his mother and not a single piece of clothing on him was clean or intact.
Silent for a long time.
"Let's go back."
Chu Wentian didn't continue reading, maybe because he didn't want to read, or maybe... he didn't dare to read.
Chu Mutian didn't force it and nodded silently.
He left together with Chu Wentian.
Since the last time he came back from the slums, Chu Wentian seems to have become a different person. He is taciturn and cherishes words like gold.
Except for necessary daily chores, he basically stayed at the martial arts stage, practicing the halberd technique silently, repeating it over and over again.
Two years passed in a hurry, and Chu Wentian never stepped out of the palace. He even rarely went out of Yuansheng Palace.
Except that Chu Mutian could see Chu Wentian when King Qin gave a lecture to the two of them, the only time he could see the silent Chu Wentian was during the royal family gathering.
Chu Wentian lived in seclusion and never left the Yuansheng Palace. However, judging from the relaxed and happy expressions of the ladies in the Yuansheng Palace, Chu Wentian's way of dealing with things had also changed dramatically.
Yuansheng Palace, martial arts stage.
call!
laugh!
call!
The roar of the wooden halberd dancing in the air resounded throughout the martial arts stage. Chu Wentian, dressed in a large white military uniform, stood on the stage, moving quickly.
Outside the martial arts stage, two palace ladies in green clothes stood aside.
Judging from the appearance of the palace maid in green, she is only twenty years old. Her good looks are also outstanding in the palace.
There are no maids with ordinary faces who can be selected into the palace. The hundreds of thousands of maids in the palace are all carefully selected. Their appearance and talents are all above the standard.
As the third prince's personal maids, Aoba and Qianyuki are the best among them.
Not long after Chu Wentian changed, the queen, who treated him like her own son, discovered it. After seeking the opinions of Concubine Xue and Chu Wentian, she arranged for these two palace ladies to serve Chu Wentian personally.
Both of them have high-grade spiritual roots, are at the sixth level, and have extremely high talents.
Nowadays, both of them have reached the late stage of Jindan cultivation and are loyal to the royal family of the Holy Dynasty.
"His Highness's halberd technique has gained some charm and has touched the edge of the realm of power." The speaker was Aoye. Aoba was three months younger than Qianxue.
"The basic halberd technique has been refined over thousands of times and repeated countless times. It is not surprising that His Highness has achieved this." Qianxue said calmly.
Unlike Aoba, who has a more lively temperament, Qianxue is steady and sophisticated. At the same time, she is also the palm seal palace maid of Lingsheng Palace, and she is the most powerful among the palace ladies.
A servant follows his master.
The status of the maids in Yuansheng Palace is much higher than that of ordinary maids. There are tens of thousands of maids in the imperial palace, but there are less than a hundred palm maids. Among them, the palm maids in the palace of the emperor and queen are the most powerful.
The Yuansheng Palace ranks first among the younger generation of the royal family. The power of the palm maids is even greater than that of the two nobles and the talented palace maids.
Although Qianxue is young, her status is very high.
"That's right." Qingye nodded. "Before I was transferred here by the empress, I had always heard that His Highness was scary and intimidating. Now it seems that it is just a rumor."
"Be careful when speaking about royal matters." Qianxue'e raised her eyebrows slightly, reminding Qingye.
"Yes!" Qingye nodded quickly. She was still very afraid of Qianxue.
At this time, a eunuch walked quickly. Qingye saw this and walked over.
The eunuch whispered beside Qingye, carefully looked at Qianxue who was watching Chu Wentian performing martial arts on the stage, and retreated.
"What's the matter?" Qianxue looked at Chu Wentian and said to Qingye who was walking next to him.
"Your Majesty asked His Highness to go to the Imperial Study Room. It is probably about the annual banquet." Qingye said in a low voice.
The New Year's Banquet is a grand banquet held when the Holy Prince's heir turns eighteen. At that time, all the upper echelons of the Holy Dynasty will come.
Soon it will be Chu Wentian's New Year's Eve banquet. The importance of the New Year's Eve banquet for the first prince of the Holy Dynasty is self-evident.
"Yeah." Qianxue didn't say much, and tapped her toes. She jumped up like a flying swallow.
despair.
Landing steadily on the martial arts stage, the moment Qianxue stood still, a strong wind blew towards her face.
Qianxue's expression remained unchanged as she looked at the tip of the halberd that was only a few centimeters away from her eyebrows. The sharp breath stimulated Qianxue's delicate skin.
"What's the matter?" Chu Wentian asked coldly. Big beads of sweat slid down the tips of his hair in front of his eyes. The large military uniform was soaked with sweat. The long-term practice of Chu Wentian consumed a lot of physical strength.
Chu Wentian made it clear that anyone who disturbs his practice unnecessarily will have his practice revoked, be demoted to a commoner, and will never be allowed to enter the palace again.
As the third prince, he has this power.
"Your Highness, please move to the Imperial Study Room, Your Majesty is waiting for you." Qianxue said softly.
Whoosh.
The Thousand-Year Red Gold Halberd was moved away from Qianxue by Chu Wentian and handed over.
Qianxue stepped forward and took the wooden halberd.
Chu Wentian's feet shook and he left the martial arts stage.
Qianxue put the Thousand-Year Red Gold Halberd away and followed with Qingye.
Royal study room.
"The third prince has an audience."
"Xuan."
"My son, I pay my respects to my father." Chu Wentian saluted the Holy Emperor who was sitting on the chair.
"Sit down." The Holy Emperor said casually and continued to review the memorials. Even if there was a prime minister to share the government affairs, there were still many memorials every day. The territory of the Holy Dynasty was too large.
Chu Wentian sat on a chair, not in a hurry, and silently accumulated spiritual energy into his body. At the age of sixteen, Chu Wentian had already become a monk with perfect foundation.
Why is the Holy Emperor cultivator so unpredictable? His ability to sense the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth surpasses Chu Wentian by hundreds of Tianxuan Continent. The moment Chu Wentian absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and refined the spiritual energy, he sensed it.
A hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
This son is excellent in all aspects, has a very high vision, and is very satisfied with Chu Wentian.
"I can see your changes during this period," the Holy Emperor said.
Chu Wentian stopped refining his spiritual energy, raised his head, and looked at the Holy Emperor.
"That day I asked Lao Qi to take you to the slums. After you came back from there, you made great changes. I am very pleased." The Holy Emperor looked at Chu Wentian lovingly.
"Tell me about your plan. Today, as a father and you as a son, we, father and son, will have a talk."
The Holy Emperor no longer calls himself me, and does not talk to Chu Wentian as the Holy Emperor.
Chu Wentian looked at the Holy Emperor in confusion. What did he mean to talk about?
"What do you think about the common people in the ghetto?"
Chu Wentian was not Chu Mutian, and he was not afraid of the Holy Emperor. He would naturally say whatever he wanted in front of his father, and speak freely.
"I want to change everything." Chu Wentian said decisively.
"The amount of spiritual stones we spend in one day is more than the annual income of ten common people. My palace only has me and dozens of maids and eunuchs living there, and the poor people's cellar that occupies less than one-tenth of the Yuansheng Palace is public.
There are nearly ten thousand people living in this place! I want to change this situation!”
The Holy Emperor nodded, "Go on."
"The requirements of the people at the bottom are not high. They just want to be fed, clothed, and have a roof over their heads."
"Our Holy Dynasty rules the entire Tianxuan Continent and is so powerful, why can't the people live and work here in peace and contentment?"
Chu Wentian clenched his fists and looked at the Holy Emperor.
"I want to get thousands of catties of grain to help the hungry people in the world! I want to get thousands of silks to warm the poor people in the world! I want to get thousands of huts to shelter the poor people in the world!"
"I want the people of the Holy Land to be happy and smile!"
Chu Wentian's sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the imperial study room.
a long time.
"Not bad." A smile appeared on the Holy Emperor's face. He had such ambitions at the age of sixteen, and Chu Changkong was very optimistic about him.
"From now on, the third prince of the Holy Dynasty, Chu Wentian, will be the crown prince of our dynasty. He will live in Lingsheng Palace and enjoy the wealth of all princes."
The Holy Emperor's majestic voice suddenly sounded on the Tianxuan Continent.
The Holy Emperor’s oral edict is passed down to the world!
The Holy Emperor is supreme and controls hundreds of millions of living beings in Tianxuan. He personally issues very few edicts to the world, and they are basically very important matters. But within one year, the Holy Emperor issued two decrees because of Chu Wentian.
The Tao passed down the holy edict to the world. The meaning can be imagined.
Harem, Huangming Hall.
After hearing this oracle, the queen looked surprised.
"Someone is coming!"
"The slave is here!" The queen's personal maid walked over quickly and knelt on the ground, waiting for orders.
"Immediately send someone to the Night City to bring the eldest princess back. Then order people to prepare for the Crown Prince's New Year's Eve banquet." The Queen ordered.
"yes!"
The queen looked in the direction of the imperial study room, her joy evident. She had no children, and she loved Chu Wentian from the bottom of her heart. In addition, her only daughter was not around, so Chu Wentian became the queen's biological child.
A Son-like Existence Now that Chu Wentian was named the crown prince, the Queen was even happier than Chu Wentian himself.
Lingyan Pavilion.
When Concubine Xue, who was teaching Chu Ling'er calligraphy and painting, heard the content of the edict, her hand movements paused. A trace of joy flashed across her cold and beautiful face. It was fleeting and undetectable.
"The emperor's younger brother... has been named the crown prince." Chu Ling'er looked up at Concubine Xue and said.
The quiet and sensible Chu Ling'er has inherited the undisputed character of her mother and concubine. At the same time, she is also the one who knows best the true attitude of her mother and concubine towards Chu Wentian.
"Yes." Xue Fei responded seemingly casually, tapping the table with her left hand.
Chu Ling'er did not continue to talk, adjusted her mood, and continued to study.
Holy City, Nanfu.
"Prince? Prince! Prince of the Kingdom!" King Qin stood up in surprise, and he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.
This is the prince! King Qin, who is very aware of the weight of this status, cannot control her joy even with her restraint.
Chu Wentian was named the prince, which meant that she became the prince's teacher!
"My Nan family is in high demand!"
"His Royal Highness, you are truly the lucky star of my Nan family!"
Royal study room.
Compared with the violent reactions of outsiders, the person involved, Chu Wentian, seemed much calmer. Although his face was happy, he did not lose his manners.
King Qin's teachings on etiquette and etiquette were very good, and Chu Wentian, who was calm and unfazed by favors and humiliations, learned a lot.
Of course, a large part of the reason for this is that he still doesn't know the meaning of the identity of the prince.
"Thank you, Father, for your kindness!"
"Yes." The Holy Emperor looked at Chu Wentian with satisfaction. He believed that this son with great aspirations would be a wise king who cares about the people.
"Back off."
"Yes! My son, please retire."
"It's really a great ambition." A dull voice sounded.
Chu Changkong didn't feel any strange, but a smile appeared on his face.
"What do fellow Taoists think of my child?"
Lin Ran's figure gradually took shape in front of Chu Changkong like a bubble.
"Quite ambitious." Lin Randan said with a smile.
"It makes fellow Taoist laugh." Chu Changkong laughed, "It's very difficult to fulfill this child's ambition."
Lin Ran said nothing.
Even the Holy Universe is not classless in the true sense, which is very difficult to achieve.
The existence of extraordinary power is doomed to the eternity of classes. At most, classes can flow more frequently and cannot be solidified. If we really want to say that there is no class...
Disaster.
"Fellow Taoist, are you interested in attending my son's New Year's Eve banquet? The Seven Holy Lands will send people to the banquet. If you are interested, you can discuss it with me," Chu Changkong invited.