Chapter 343: Chapter 224: Bestowal of the Register, Celestial Lord_3

In the blink of an eye, only He Lichang and his son He Jingfeng were left in the funeral hall.

"Feng’er, once things here are settled, make sure you proactively find Bai Qilang to explain everything. Today’s situation was unexpected even for me. We mustn’t let him feel that we intentionally put him on the spot!"

He Lichang’s expression revealed fatigue. He had anticipated Lu Zhongping’s interference, but Zheng Xuanfeng’s firmly resolved attitude truly took him by surprise.

As for Guan Xingmiao supporting Bai Qilang to sit on the fourteenth chair and vehemently cursing those two old masters, it was even more bewildering.

"Brother Bai’s connections are truly extraordinary and unfathomable.

The Guan Family, Tao Family seem to appreciate him, as does Chongxu Zi from Yuanyang Temple.

Meanwhile, the Zheng Family, Lu Family, Zhu Family are all displeased about Yihai Prefecture having an additional trade, dividing up profits."

As for the remaining families, they are likely similar to the Feng Family, fence-sitters who will ally with whoever wins."

All this time He Lichang had been slightly hunched over, but now he slowly straightened, his gaze growing cold:

"Feng’er, Bai Qilang mentioned something earlier that I believe isn’t without merit.

Thirteen trades are indeed too many."

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"Eat slowly, there’s plenty more."

At Jiuque Platform Villa, Bai Ming placed a portion of snacks in front of Qingfeng, who picked up a piece of red crispy cake, savoring each bite.

"One must fill up this once, it might be hard to find another chance!"

Often staying at Yuanyang Temple, usually fasting and eating vegetarian meals, Qingfeng stuffed his cheeks till they were round, a look of bliss appearing on his young face.

"I can treat you to food, my brother cares for me, he’ll buy me whatever I want."

Bai Ming wore his innocent expression, his words greatly moved Qingfeng. All his senior brothers feared making mistakes and being punished or expelled by the Observatory Master, so none dared risk buying snacks for themselves.

"Xiaoba! If you encounter any trouble in Yihai Prefecture in the future, come to me for a solution!"

Qingfeng imitated the heroic warriors in storybooks, licking clean the sugar from his hand, then vigorously patted his chest promisingly.

"Why call me Xiaoba?"

Bai Ming was puzzled.

"Isn’t your brother called ’Bai Qilang’? Then surely you’re called ’Xiaoba.’"

Qingfeng replied naturally.

"Qingfeng, are you a disciple of the Daoist Official?"

Having finished a piece of red crispy cake, Bai Ming wiped his hands and asked.

"I don’t have such luck! The Observatory Master doesn’t easily accept disciples. Dragon Court has rules; each Daoist Official receiving talisman can only choose one true disciple to inherit the Daoist Skill.

To prevent forming a powerful faction with too many disciples."

Qingfeng didn’t mind this nickname "Qingfeng," drank lotus root flour with syrup-seasoned osmanthus taro, happily said: 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Thus, wherever a Daoist Official is appointed, a Daoist School must be established to select students and talent for Dragon Court as part of political achievements."

Bai Ming folded his hands, resting his chin on the table edge, adopting a more relaxed posture, and began digging for information:

"To enter the Daoist School as a student, they say the requirements are strict."

Qingfeng pursed his lips:

"Just pass the second realm threshold, anyone can, but the real issue is that there are more people than resources. In Yihai Prefecture, among those thirteen trades’ families, who doesn’t start taking medicine and elixirs at eleven or twelve until their body matures, yet still not enough for everyone."

Bai Ming made an "oh" sound, pretending to show longing, Qingfeng saw this and lowered his voice:

"You and your brother needn’t worry, the Observatory Master fancies you two. Entering the Daoist School as students is only a matter of time."

Bai Ming seemed very pleased, also whispered softly:

"Once you’re a student at Daoist School, can you become a Daoist Official?"

Qingfeng explained:

"Not so easy. You must pass the Dao Trial and be granted the Child Talisman by Dragon Court, then go through two more talismans, from ’Yellow Talisman’ to ’Green Talisman’ to oversee a prefecture.

Above that are the ’Purple Talisman’ and ’Gold Talisman.’ Rumor has it, even the Emperor of Dragon Court must be granted a talisman to truly wield the imperial tools of governance."

Bai Ming widened his eyes, curiously asked:

"If Dragon Court grants talismans to the Daoist School, then who grants talismans to Dragon Court? Where do these talismans originate?"

Qingfeng racked his brains but couldn’t think of an answer. Finally, he pointed upward:

"Perhaps... the Heavenly Lord!"

In the Red County Divine Land, only the heavens are greater than the Emperor.

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In the adjacent room, having listened quietly, Bai Qi’s eyes flickered, his thoughts wandering.

Even the Emperor of Dragon Court’s ascension requires the granting of a talisman?

Otherwise, it lacks legitimate succession in the legal system?

"Yellow Talisman, Green Talisman, Purple Talisman, Gold Talisman... then, what kind of talisman should be granted by the heavens themselves?"