After leaving Ningquan Cave, Sun Xiang and Ye Cong and Pan Ziming parted ways.

Pingchun's stronghold had been built, and a spiritual energy diffusion cannon could be seen in the distance, pointing murderously into the air. It has large aura absorbing antennas erected in each of its four directions. When firing the cannon, these four antennas can instantly absorb the free spiritual energy in the surrounding space and supply it to the diffusion cannon, and its absorption power is equivalent to two hundred cultivators with the strength of Tsing Yi.

It's a pity that the Xuanke Academy has not solved the storage technology of aura so far, and it is only useful when firing, otherwise this will be a good cultivation aid.

Around four large antennas, the walls of the Pyongchun Fortress are already under construction. Prior to this, Sun Xiang took the time to slightly modify several places in the drawings. So when laying the foundation, the construction workers have reserved the location of the nodes and lines.

After the construction of the main part is completed, Sun Xiang will come to arrange a few quite useful guardian formations. After all, the Pingchun Fortress is very important, and the head of Sun Da also has to contribute.

Although it was close at hand, he didn't go back with Ye Cong and the others, and there were some things he needed to think about quietly.

He glanced at the Pingchun Fortress, which was beginning to take shape, from a distance, and turned to the southwest towards Songhe City.

Songhe is a large city, only 200 kilometers away from the coast. However, because they are separated by overlapping mountain ranges, the overland distance can be more than 400 kilometers.

In the past, there was a highway connection between the two regions. This majestic highway has towering bridges that cross deep valleys and continuous tunnels that cross the mountains.

But after the revival of the aura, the world was in chaos, and the bridges and tunnels had been almost destroyed. So now, the two regions can only communicate with each other by bypassing the mountain passes, as they did in ancient times.

After the blockade of the coastal area by the New World Congress, the two places were completely cut off, and no one would easily set foot on this dangerous mountain road except for smugglers who demanded money and their lives.

Sun Xiang went to Songhe because of Qi Jianping's intelligence.

This cultivator of Tsing Yi's strength used to be a member of Songhe City. According to him, terrible atrocities are taking place inside this large city, with a population of around five million.

There has been a complete division between the commoners and the practitioners, the cultivators are the noble class that is high, and all the commoners are beaten into slavery, and the hard work is worse than death. Not even the practitioner's own close relatives are not immune. Elderly people over the age of 60 have lost the value of their labor and will be forcibly abandoned to fend for themselves in the barren mountains and mountains.

Qi Jianping, as a powerful cultivator, was originally a member of the aristocratic class. But after all, he still has a little conscience, and he can't bear to abandon his wife. So he was driven out of Songhe City and wandered all the way to Ningquan.

Sun Xiang cares about this very much, because what is happening in Songhe is the trend of this world, and it is a very bad trend.

Modern human beings have been taught to emphasize the "equality of all people", but when the power of practitioners far exceeds that of ordinary human beings, the foundation of equality of all people has been destroyed. Even in Coastal City, where the atmosphere is the most tolerant, ordinary people have to respectfully address cultivators as "Lords" when they see them. All the resources will be supplied to the cultivators first, and ordinary people can only get the rest to be picked by the cultivators.

In the eyes of most practitioners, mortals are really not worth bothering about. Mortals are not only weak in strength, but also consume food. Out of respect for life and the way of heaven, the practitioners are still protecting the safety of the common people, but in fact, in their hearts they see it as a charity rather than an obligation.

Sun Xiang himself was well aware of the importance of population in rebuilding the Xiuzhen civilization. The chaotic times brought about by the revival of Reiki have already reduced the world's population by more than half, and it is necessary to try to avoid large-scale attrition. Otherwise, not to mention building civilization, there will be serious consequences because there are too many unjust souls.

What is happening in Matsukawa Castle is a very bad beginning, and if it is not interfered with, the culture of turning civilians into slaves and killing them at will will spread rapidly. Sun Xiang has no intention of changing the general trend of the world, and he will not force the two unequal groups to live together equally.

But at least not too much!

There can be differences in life and status. But abandoning the elderly, snatching ** women, and slaughtering the same kind are all bottom lines that cannot be broken.

But what to do, Sun Xiang needs to think about it. This is not a trend that can be reversed by killing one or two city lords. This is a systemic social contradiction. Not only do practitioners think they are superior, but even commoners think so. It's like the caste system of Ah San, as long as the concept of brahmins is high, killing a few high castes will not help at all.

With this thought, Sun Xiang stepped into the mountains, where there was a ready-made provincial road, but it had long been barren and overgrown. Abandoned factories can be seen on both sides of the road from time to time, and even a large-scale industrial park is passed along the way.

Standing in front of the gate of the industrial park, Sun Xiang seems to be able to see the busy scene here in the past. Countless industrial workers are toiling on the production line to weave a better future for themselves. Vehicles come and go, sending products that have just come off the production line to all parts of the country and even around the world.

Only now, the gates are crumbling and rusty. The exterior walls of the factory are crawling with vines, and several insects are flying around the leaves.

Humans can transform nature, but time will eventually erase everything.

The cultivation civilization that was incomparably prosperous in the previous era could not escape the same fate.

A few bits of scarlet light peeked out of the factory window, and it seemed that he had become a little interested in Sun Xiang, who was alone. Sun Da was in a bad mood, and a silver light popped out of his sleeve and directly unloaded the monster inside.

This silver light is the Feihong glass sword that has not appeared for a long time. After returning to Binhai, Pei Guang gave two pieces of Shoushan copper to Yu Xiaoyue according to the original plan. The head of Sun Da, who had been greedy for a long time, got his wish, and he was cheeky to ask his wife for these two pieces of superb spiritual materials.

After some magic changes, Feihong Liuli completely disappeared, leaving only a silver sword qi that flowed and changed, which was called slashing. He has been hiding well these days, because when Xin Xing sees it, he will definitely pester him with a dead face. The people of the Sword God Sect are all virtuous, and when they see a good sword, they will not be able to walk.

Of course, Sun Xiang could ignore this heir of the Sword God Sect, but if Xiang Fei asked him for it, he could only give it. That's too miserable. Chizhang, the head of Sun Da, has been handed over to Lu Ning, and he has such a magic weapon in his hand. It's a pity that he has been running around for a few months, doing his best for the sea, but he hasn't reaped any benefits.

After cutting down these unlucky monsters who didn't even show their faces, Sun Da was in a happy mood, whistling and continuing to hurry, as comfortable as walking downstairs after dinner.

But at this time, someone stopped him:

"Friend, what a bright move!"

The head of Sun Da looked back and split a big tree in two with a sword, and a miscellaneous hair with dyed yellow hair on the tree fell to the ground in embarrassment, covering his ass and screaming.

Sun Xiang knew that he was not injured, but since the other party's acting skills were so exaggerated, he also took back the slash and did not make up for it.

Slowly rising up was a happy young man in his twenties, with dyed yellow hair, golden earrings in his ears, and a studded jacket on his body.

Although it looked ridiculous, Sun Xiang secretly praised it in his heart. This yellow-haired breath is quite good, and it has evaded his perception - of course, he is not very guarded himself.

"What's the matter?" asked Sun Da with a straight face, "This wilderness suddenly appeared, and you are lucky not to have a sword to kill you!"

Huang Mao smiled and flattered: "This boss, I have a car, do you want to take a ride?"

Sun Xiang looked at him in surprise, first wondering if this was a trap. But when I think about it, could it be that someone is driving a black car in this barren mountain and wilderness? It seems that he has encountered smugglers.

He guessed correctly, this yellow hair was a smuggler.

Smugglers were a special group of people of this era, and they were mostly practitioners, either alone or in groups, traveling back and forth from city to city. In fact, they are traveling merchants, pouring back and forth the specialties of various places. Sometimes, the cultivators of the City Lord's Mansion in various places, while they are on business trips, will also work part-time in this kind of business of bringing goods - after all, who doesn't like money.

Because the land routes were not smooth, demons were rampant, and exchanges between different places were really limited, so these merchants played a lot of positive roles. For example, in the most difficult times of the coast, the limited supply came from these private traders. Not only do they bring distant products to cities, but they are also the main source of rumors.

It's just that because the exchange of materials is all monopolized by the New World Association, the official face contemptuously calls private traveling merchants smugglers. If the two sides meet, there is usually a big fight. However, smugglers are often very self-aware and hide away long before they encounter them.

The city lords were very ambiguous about these traveling merchants, sometimes expelling them, sometimes recruiting them, and sometimes reluctant to bring the rare treasures they occasionally brought. So basically turning a blind eye, there is a black market in every city for these traders to set up stalls to trade.

Those who can work as smugglers usually have two brushes. After all, those who can survive in the wild these years are not simple characters. But after all, it is a dangerous business, so the price of what they sell on the black market is very high.

Huang Mao's original name was ...... Forget it, the name doesn't matter, let's call it Huang Mao. Before the revival of aura, Huang Mao was persuaded to quit by the school and officially became the most beautiful boy on the whole street. He drank, fought, made trouble, gathered crowds to gamble, and saw the police at the police station more often than his father.

After the revival of the aura, the yellow hair comes to work and awakens a powerful power. He had been loyal to a city lord, and he lived a few days as a man. But this man was used to being free and lazy, and his bad habits did not change, and within a few days he was driven away by the lord of the city and became a wandering wandering merchant.

Huang Mao's range of activities is mainly concentrated on the front line of Qianjiao Binhai, he transports Qianjiao's Lishui Zhi to the black market in Binhai to sell, and then collects the eagle jade and returns to Qianjiao, earning the difference.

Because most of the output of the coastal area is of little value and is blocked by the New World Society, the traveling merchants have little interest in the coastal area, and no one competes with Huang Mao.

But some time ago, the main commodity of Lishui Zhi was out of production, and he had to take a risk to open up new trade routes.