I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong

It is said that this young man is nothing more than at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm. How could Master Listening to the Rain, who could dodge even the whip from that old man, not avoid the whip from this young man?

But seeing the old man at the late stage of the Golden Core realm bowing and scraping to this young man only at the initial stage, and then noticing the majestic horse he is riding, one can tell that this young man must come from a wealthy family, with enough surplus grain to raise such a steed.

In this dystopian world, grain is especially precious. To be able to spare grain for a mount, one must not only be wealthy but also have status.

From this, it can be inferred that this young man is likely a child of an aristocratic family.

Master Listening to the Rain chooses to remain low-key, precisely to avoid provoking other Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation cultivators.

Although this young man does not have such cultivation, he must have Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation elders backing him.

Stay low, stay patient!

Thus, Master Listening to the Rain covered his face, bent his waist in apology, and said, "Forgive me, my lord. This old one is new here and doesn't understand the rules."

The young man couldn't see the murderous intent hidden in Master Listening to the Rain's bow, but he was indeed not in a good mood.

He pinched the whip on horseback and said, "Hmph, do you know how many roads I've ridden on horseback because of you fools? How much of my fodder has been wasted by this journey?"

He was impatient to talk nonsense with Master Listening to the Rain and pointed his whip west, "Why don't you go to the west office and report in?"

Master Listening to the Rain hurriedly stretched his legs, and Tian Lin and the other two followed behind him, heading towards the crowded place in the west.

The young man did not bother with the four and continued to brandish his whip, driving those newcomers who did not know they needed to register.

"The humiliation of today, I shall repay tenfold in the future!"

Master Listening to the Rain gritted his teeth, not forgetting the grudge of the young man and the whip from the old man of Daoxiang Village, instructing his officers and deputy leader:

"Forget about that old man from Daoxiang Village, someday I will slaughter his entire village. As for that early-stage Golden Core guy, find out what his name is. One day when I leave, I will wipe out his entire family and sleep with his wife and daughters."

The officers and deputy leader did not understand that he meant leaving this world; they thought he was talking about leaving the capital.

The deputy leader frowned because of this and couldn't help but try to console him, "That young man is not worth worrying about, but his background must be significant. It's really not worthwhile to oppose such a local tyrant over petty matters!"

These were considered mature and steady words, intending to comfort Master Listening to the Rain not to take it to heart. After all, the cultivation world is just like this; who hasn't been bullied by someone with stronger cultivation?

Being bullied by someone stronger is not something shameful.

But he only remembered Master Listening to the Rain's low status, forgetting his identity as a Nascent Soul powerhouse.

"I endured all kinds of hardships because I couldn't stand being bullied, and finally reached the Nascent Soul realm. Now that I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator, bullied by a mere early-stage Golden Core brat, wouldn't that render my cultivation useless?"

He then glared fiercely at the deputy leader, "Did you forget that I'm the leader among us, and you don't listen to me anymore?"

The deputy leader kept silent afterward; the whip from the old man of Daoxiang Village and the whip from the young man made him no longer hold Master Listening to the Rain in high regard.

However, more than a month of obedience testing is not so easy to erase.

Once Master Listening to the Rain's attitude turned firm, the deputy leader ceased to argue.

Arriving at the densely packed place, they saw a tattered crowd of newcomers forming layers of human walls.

Tian Lin and the others stood outside the wall, unable to see the scene inside, but could hear the voices.

Someone said, "The refugees previously selected by the adults will now follow me to settle in the valley. Your food will also be arranged by the Zhao family. Next, it will be the Wang family's turn to call the roll."

In the midst of the clamor, part of the human wall suddenly dispersed.

Tian Lin saw a late-stage Golden Core cultivator leading a group of women and several Daoists walking into the distance. Some people attempted to rush at the leading Golden Core cultivator, but a nearby officer maintaining order stepped out and, with a single strike, decapitated the assailant.

This officer was also a Golden Core cultivator. With one slash, he severed the head of the person who rushed at the Golden Core cultivator.

Taking advantage of the deterrence affecting the others, the officer wiped the blood off his blade with a cloth and said:

"Being chosen by the Zhao family is fate, and not being chosen is also fate! One must accept fate—moreover, just because the Zhao family didn't choose you doesn't mean the Wang family won't; even if nobody wants you, don't cause trouble, or my blade won't show mercy."

This one slash finally quieted down the chaotic crowd.

Taking advantage of the previous chaos, Tian Lin and the others squeezed into the crowd's interior.

In the open space inside, they saw a long table set up, and behind it stood a middle-aged cultivator. This middle-aged cultivator had an enigmatic presence, making it difficult for others to discern his cultivation level.

The emblem on the middle-aged cultivator's waist clearly bore the character 'Wang,' signifying his identity.

The middle-aged cultivator cupped his hands towards the crowd and said, "My name is Wang An; I just entered the Nascent Soul initial stage a few years ago. Today is my first time selecting refugees for my clan, so I might be a bit inexperienced, and I ask for everyone's cooperation."

Hearing a Nascent Soul powerhouse speaking so politely surprised the surrounding newcomers.

However, Master Listening to the Rain stood aside with some disdain, transmitting to Tian Lin and the others, "A dignified Nascent Soul powerhouse speaking so politely to a bunch of Qi Refiners not only makes it hard to feel close but actually invites contempt."

He looked down on Wang An's manner, feeling that Wang An disgraced Nascent Soul cultivators.

Tian Lin only glanced at the whip marks on Master Listening to the Rain's face and said nothing at the time; he just continued watching Wang An.

At this time, Wang An spoke, "Let's follow the usual rules and pick out the cultivators first."

A servant beside Wang An whispered a few words to him, and Wang An nodded, then looked toward the crowd and said, "If there are any Golden Core cultivators willing to join the Wang family as house servants, step forward to register."

Upon hearing this, Master Listening to the Rain was slightly moved, realizing that even Golden Core cultivators could only serve as house servants for the Wang family, indicating the Wang family's immense power.

While Master Listening to the Rain was weighing the pros and cons, Wang An's gaze had already fixed on him.

Wang An, after all, was a Nascent Soul powerhouse, making it clear who was strong and who was weak below.

Seeing this, Master Listening to the Rain feared offending Wang An by not joining the Wang family. While he hesitated, Wang An's servant shouted at him:

"It's the first time my master is handling such affairs; he must ensure good fortune. You're lucky he's taken notice of you; why are you hesitating?"

Master Listening to the Rain, seeing this, stepped forward gritting his teeth and asked, "If I become a house servant of the Wang family, what benefits do I receive?"

This was a question he had to ask.

The servant didn't speak, but Wang An answered, "As usual, a house servant earns two strings of new currency per month, two liters of rice, and one ounce of meat. Additionally, you won't have to enter the refugee register and can directly be selected as a rural household in the Wang Family Manor; this is a special exception I'm giving you."

Clearly, things like new currency, rice, and meat didn't mean much to Master Listening to the Rain. But becoming a rural household was attractive to him.

After all, the whip from Daoxiang Village taught him that being a rural household was a rare thing.