The whole family is a big boss, but I am the wet nurse

The Holy Palace is located in the center of the entire plane group. It is a small or medium-sized special plane. It is the easiest place to absorb spiritual core among all the planes, but it is also the least suitable for long-term human habitation. There are no abundant resources here, only countless geocentric volcanoes that may erupt at any time. For this reason, the Palace Master of the Holy Palace and the practitioners of fire attribute can achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing here.

At the beginning, the Lord of the Holy Palace gathered together the desperate practitioners and those who were spurned by their families, and together they created their own power and their future. However, after people gained power, people's hearts changed, the people of the Holy Palace changed, and he also changed.

Ever since the Palace Master established the Holy Palace many years ago, the weak are no longer allowed to exist in this plane. Even the servants responsible for serving need to be at least spiritual masters. They drive ordinary people or people with low cultivation to other planes to let them develop and mine in exchange for the protection of the Holy Palace. After all, without the protection of the strong, they will eventually die at the hands of spiritual beasts and plane robbers.

Over time, other planes near the Holy Palace became affiliated planes of the Holy Palace or even colonies.

When Xuan Qing and the others were just teleported from the Holy Palace plane, the people on the outermost edge of the Holy Palace had not yet reacted. Today was the day for people from nearby planes to come and pay for training resources or living resources.

"Old ghost, are these the only elixirs you have in your dimension? How come there are more than half less than last time?" a cultivator wearing a black robe with only a faint golden line as thin as a hair on the cuffs asked.

The old man standing there in relatively clean and tidy clothes was trembling with fear. "Sir, the spiritual power storm this year is very severe. It has destroyed the spiritual medicine in the medicine field several times. We have to sell everything we have to buy new medicinal seedlings. This time we have brought as many as we can. We only kept 30% to barely sustain our lives."

The man in black robe had a gloomy expression on his face and kicked the old man in the stomach. Although the force was not particularly strong, it was enough to cause so much pain that the old man, who only had the cultivation level of a spiritualist, could not even straighten his back.

"You worms dare to keep 30% of the spiritual materials. Are you going to embezzle even the spiritual materials of the Holy Palace? If it weren't for us, you would have been swallowed by the spiritual beasts long ago and would be dead. How can you still stand here and tell me that you want 30% of the spiritual materials to live?"

The old man was seen kneeling on the ground in pain, holding his stomach and begging, "Sir, please have mercy, we really can't give out so much this year. If we could bring it up, we would never do this. Please help us put in a good word with the higher-ups."

If there were fewer spiritual materials, their plane might just have to let ordinary people die, otherwise they wouldn't be able to support so many people to take care of the spiritual plants.

Looking at the old man who kept kowtowing, the man in black robe also relaxed. He said, "Don't you have a medicine girl in your plane? Let her be the maid of our Lord Bibei for a month. I will exempt you from that layer and leave you 20% of the share so that you can barely survive."

"Two layers won't do, sir... Our people really can't survive, and the medicine girl is also an auxiliary practitioner of the priests who were trained to appease the spiritual storm. She, she must be a virgin..."

"Humph, if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment. It's up to you whether you want to live or die!"

In the end, the old man could only grit his teeth and agree, "Okay..."

But before he could finish his words, he saw a black shadow that was difficult to capture with the naked eye flash by, and the black-robed man who was showing off his might just now was dead. Even the black-clothed men around him who were also collecting the surrendered items lost their lives at the same moment and slowly fell to the ground.

"what--"

The old man opened his mouth in horror, but found that his voice only existed within 5 meters of his own range, as if it could not be transmitted outside.

"Don't panic. When everything is settled, you will either face a new system or continue to live as slaves as before. It all depends on fate. Go to sleep!"

The next moment, the figures within the barrier also slowly fell to the ground, but they were still breathing, while those men in black robes were sleeping there forever.

Just like that, Xuan Qing and his companions have already taken control of the most chaotic area outside the Holy Palace. Is there any way that would be faster than wiping it out?

Then they would definitely be all killed, but Xuanqing and the others were not bloodthirsty people. In Xuanqing's heart, he always felt that if they could be spared and those who were not irrelevant and guilty were not unforgivable, they should be kept alive. Perhaps in the near future, he would come to his senses and save more people.

"Xuanqing, aren't we going to kill these people? If they wake up, they might spread the news of our arrival." Mei Ji looked at Xinghe who was cleaning the battlefield and threw the unconscious people away casually, piling them together as if recycling garbage.

"We are here to kill the people from the Holy Palace. These people have not done us any harm, so let them go. They can't come back until we are done."

Can’t come back?

Before she could figure out what Xuan Qing said, she saw Xuan Qing wave his hand, and a girl in a white dress and a small hood of the same color appeared in the air in front of them. The white skirt suddenly extended and expanded, covering all the nearly 70 people below.

"Master, I'm going home to play. Call me when you're done." Little White Umbrella said in a baby voice, not at all like she had just swallowed dozens of people with her skirt.

"Go back and play, and spread some spores around. I don't have enough mushrooms."

"okay!"

After saying this, Little White Umbrella left happily.

The little white umbrella took those people back to the Bulltai plane and put them in its own barrier. It would release those people when Xuanqing summoned it again. Anyway, people who were poisoned by this kind of poison might not die for ten or eight years. The master let it go back and watch over these people, which was already a great care for them. If he let it go, he would definitely treat them all as fertilizer. Humph!

Little White Umbrella is still upset about not being able to snatch the flower fertilizer from the Holy Palace compared to Huahua, the Little Prince and the giant anaconda.

"keep going!"

Under the leadership of the Saint, they easily eliminated two more patrol positions.

The blood flowed to the ground, as if it was painted with a layer of red paint, but this red paint seemed to be washing away the unwillingness in their hearts. Most of the people in the Holy Palace below were prisoners who were sentenced to unforgivable crimes by other planes. They had nowhere to escape and came directly to the Holy Palace for refuge.

The current Holy Palace has experienced the Palace Master's chaotic command and his disregard for human life. In order to replenish manpower, the personnel are no longer strictly controlled as before. And those people can't be good people at all. Birds of a feather flock together.