"You call this a big city? It's so f * cking poor. "Fang Ning looked down at the city from the sky and could not help but despise it.
All he saw was a stretch of low-rise buildings. On most of the streets, vagrants and beggars could be seen everywhere. The terrible road surface and the stench was overwhelming.
Only in the center of the city, there were two main streets paved with bluestone with gutters dug on both sides. It was considered clean and prosperous.
On both sides of the road, there were many three-storey and two-storey houses with a mix of wood and brick structure. The people walking on the road were dressed better.
"The population of this city is estimated to be about three hundred thousand. In this feudal era, it's considered a big city." System No. 2 said blankly.
"I was just casually complaining, you don't have to answer me seriously." Fang Ning was speechless.
"I can't tell if the Host is casually complaining or if it's a formal question." System No. 2 said honestly.
Fang Ning did not want to bully an honest person, so he did not speak again. At this time, he had already seen a high-rise building with a "Million Treasure Pavilion" sign.
It was impossible not to see it. This was the tallest building in a big city with a population of three hundred thousand. It was a full ninety-nine stories high.
Compared to the surrounding three-storey and two-storey buildings, it was a completely inhuman existence, crushing everything and looking down on everything.
Just from the appearance, any transmigrator who saw this place would instinctively realize that this was not a primitive feudal society.
Now, a conflict had broken out in front of this inhuman building.
"Everyone, put in more effort and rush in. There must be a lot of good stuff inside!"
"Yeah, they used to squeeze us a lot and send all the good stuff inside. The high-ranking officials of the imperial court have spoken, the gods won't care about them anymore. Everyone, hurry up, kill these dogs and divide the stuff! "Someone egged on.
A group of rioting people, holding sticks, brooms, hoes, kitchen knives, and the leader could even hold an iron knife, surrounded this ninety-nine-storey inhuman building with three inner and three outer layers.
There were more than twenty people inside, carrying a brownish-black round wood and desperately ramming it against the bronze door of the entrance of the first floor of the pavilion.
In front of the door, there were already a few corpses lying on the ground. The smell of blood did not frighten the attackers, instead, it made them excited.
In the past, they didn't even have the qualifications to get within a hundred steps of this place. They would have been ejected by the pavilion's formation a long time ago. It was simply impossible for them to charge in with brute force.
But now, not only did they successfully approach this place, but they could also directly smash the door with a piece of wood. This gave them great courage.
They had been oppressed for countless years, and their lives were far inferior to those of the slaves on Earth. Now that a spark had fallen from the sky, and the imperial court was stirring up trouble behind the scenes, it was only natural that the flames would soar into the sky.
One must know that the treatment of the oppressed basically depended on how much resistance the oppressed had.
In the Upper Realm ruled by the gods, it was obvious that the oppressed had no power to resist. Their treatment was only enough to maintain the most basic reproduction of the population, to the extent that the Upper Realm had no one to use.
Seeing this, Fang Ning could not help but shake his head and sigh. "Sigh, it's all a ploy. How sad, a group of pitiful people who can only be used by others."
"Does the Host want to save them?" System No. 2 asked.
"Uh, that's too troublesome. I'm very busy." Fang Ning quickly shook his head.
This matter could not be relaxed. Dealing with people was the most troublesome thing, not to mention leading a group of people to fight for their rightful benefits. This was something that could not be extricated from once involved. Moreover, the most important thing was that in the end, one might not necessarily end up well. One might even have to bear a lifetime of infamy.
What he wanted was to be free and unfettered, to live a long life, to eat, drink, and be merry … If he did not oppress others, others would not have the ability to oppress him.
"I see, one of the character notes that the original body gave you was that you're good at shooting your mouth off. This one matches up again," System No. 2 said in a serious tone.
"Damn it, how many bad things did that grandson write about me behind my back?" Fang Ning said angrily.
"Not a lot, it's as thick as this book." System No. 2 gestured a book in Fang Ning's mind. It was the "Atmospheric Morality Technique" that Fang Ning had been having a headache for a long time. As for its thickness, it was about the same as his height.
"No wonder a God-level Maxim was needed to restrain it. Without this restriction, wouldn't it rebel against the heavens? It talks about me behind my back every day, I guess it's trying to overthrow my rule, "Fang Ning said hatefully.
"That's the truth," System No. 2 said very sincerely.
"Uh …" Fang Ning was speechless. He was stuck in a deadlock with this guy. He had no choice but to forcefully change the topic. "This is troublesome. I thought that the Million Treasures Pavilion would have some resistance. Now it seems that their foundation is also shaking."
Fang Ning began to worry …
However, it did not take long before the sound of footsteps could be heard from afar.
Another group of firearms appeared. The leader seemed to be a general. He was dressed in bright armor, riding a tall horse, and wore a bright red cloak. He was very conspicuous.
There were not many people in the firearms team, only about three to four hundred. However, there were nearly ten thousand people besieging the Million Treasures Pavilion. They were spread all over the surrounding streets.
However, the firearms team was not afraid in the face of danger. They looked well-trained.
"All of you stop. This Million Treasures Pavilion is already the property of the imperial court. You mobs, quickly retreat! Otherwise, I'll turn you into ashes under the Heavenly Fire! "
The leading general was obviously a cultivator as well. His voice was so loud that it reverberated for several miles …
An average person would never be able to do that.
Many people suddenly stopped in their tracks and looked at the other side in fear. The other side's formation was neat and the soldiers were solemn. It was obvious that they were not to be trifled with.
In ancient wars, extravagance was very important. A neat formation might not necessarily be an elite, but an elite would definitely be in a neat formation.
Some timid people had already dropped their sticks and knives and forks and sneaked away.
However, there were still some people who did not give up. Seeing that the door was about to be broken open, someone actually stopped them from robbing to their heart's content. In the face of greed, panic had been temporarily suppressed.
These people were often the real robbers. Street thugs, evil beggars, and the like. At this time, it was harder than ascending to heaven to ask them to give up the treasure that was within their reach.
Moreover, with their knowledge, they could not tell how powerful the firearms in front of them were.
They only knew that the gods had not appeared for hundreds of years. The originally high and mighty mages had also shrunk and no longer cast spells.
Therefore, they encouraged from the back, "What are you afraid of? There are so many of us, why can't we rob?"
"That's right. Rob with your ability, why should we be afraid of them?"
"If we rob this time, everyone will have a good life in the future!"
"These lackeys of the imperial court used to follow those old mages to bully us. Now that the old mages can't do it, they are shaking their heads. What are you afraid of? That stick of theirs is not as long as ours! "
With these encouragement, the people who had just calmed down were fired up again.
A group of the boldest people took the lead and led the people around them to clamor towards the seemingly thin team of firearms.
However, none of them took the initiative to move forward. Obviously, they had also made up their minds to let others die first.
"Ignorant wretches, you must let the masters kill a bunch of you before you know how to write the word 'afraid'!" The leading general took a few steps forward and said fiercely.
He waved his hand and the firearms behind him began to move forward.
At this moment, someone in the crowd who heard this sentence seemed to have triggered the hatred in his heart and suddenly threw the brick in his hand.
"Bang!" It hit the forehead of a firearm soldier.
The musketeer staggered and fell to the ground.
"Haha, so they are not made of steel. They are far worse than the old mages who escaped before. Everyone, let's go together!"
A conflict was right in front of them.
Fang Ning who was watching from above had already understood.
He was right. It was similar to before. The officials of the imperial court were bewitching the rioters to rob the Wan Bao pavilion.
However, the only difference was that unlike the pure consumption type of Taoist palace, the Wan Bao pavilion still had a commercial production side. They wanted to use the lowest cost to accept the other party's channel system and become their own industry. At this time, there would be conflict with the original owner.
The original owner had the support of the gods and was in the lead in the relationship with the imperial court. Now that the support was gone, if they wanted to hook up with the imperial court, they would have to pay a lot.
Therefore, the officials of the imperial court first bewitched the rioters to put pressure on the Wan Bao pavilion. When the other party made a great compromise, they would send troops to suppress and protect these industries.
It was full of tricks, but there were only a few who could understand it.
After all, the people below were lacking in information and did not have Fang Ning's knowledge reserve. Only a few cultivators could understand it.
However, they could tell that the rebels wouldn't believe what they said, because they were people from two different worlds from them.
Now, Fang Ning began to have a headache. He did not know who to look for as his agent.
In the current Primary World of the Upper Realm, the main forces of each realm could be divided into three groups.
The first group was the rioting people from the bottom. They had great potential but lacked the ability to organize. It was troublesome and laborious to organize.
The second group was the old cultivator forces. They had formed an organization but it was already a thing of the past. Moreover, the resentment was too great and they had long lost the foundation of the people.
The last group was the rising power of the imperial court. They had begun to accept the old inheritance. To a certain extent, they were the most likely to be the final winner.
It was just that Fang Ning did not want to cooperate with these fellows. These fellows were the most disgusting and had the most thoughts. They could not do the right thing and would drag him down. One of them was equivalent to ten people.
The craftiness of the feudal emperors and bureaucrats could make any modern person dumbfounded. Although they were conservative and decadent, when it came to calculating people's hearts, they were the best of the best.
Fang Ning had read many historical transmigrations and had long been suppressing his anger.
"Bastard, I've already become a god. Can't I do whatever I want?" Fang Ning said angrily.
"It's the System itself that became a god. Host, you're only Lake-level. There's still a long way to go before you can do whatever you want." System No. 2 said seriously.
"You're really not cute." Fang Ning said helplessly.
"I can't understand." System No. 2 said calmly.
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