Chapter 83 - 77: Third-Class Noble, Division of Management and Struggles in the City Guard’s Mansion

Although Xu Guang felt indifferent, his wife liked giving them out, so he let her be. Besides, he always carried some with him anyway.

"You unruly little brats, why aren’t you kowtowing to thank Uncle Xu?"

The speaker was Zhao Yue, Marshal Nie’s trusted aide. Xu Guang and Nie Yu were neighbors, and they didn’t live far apart. Two of these children belonged to Zhao Yue’s family.

The long street stretched on, filled with endless joy.

Xu Guang simply felt that his current way of life brought him an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

At the City Guard’s Mansion.

This was Xu Guang’s second time visiting the discussion hall of the City Guard’s Mansion.

The place remained just as magnificent, grand, and full of majesty.

There were far more attendees this time. Besides the members of the Feiyun Guard, the higher-ups from the other two guards were also present. Of the three major families, only the Chen Family survived; the Han and Liu Families had been reduced to ashes. Taking their place were the Martial Arts Alliance—formed by Martial Artists from the city’s major Martial Arts Academies—and the Feiyun United Commerce Association, jointly established by five small and medium-sized families: the Cheng, Song, Xu, King, and Ning families.

From the moment Xu Guang stepped over the threshold, everyone’s eyes landed on him. Their gazes carried varying emotions—some held envy, some curiosity, some scrutiny, and others displayed disdain and even dissatisfaction.

Xu Guang turned a deaf ear to this. As he scanned the room, he only paid attention to seven individuals. The Combat Power of these people was at the Heroic Level of the Refining Viscera Realm.

Among them, three belonged to the Feiyun Guard, while the other two military forces had two each.

There were actually many acquaintances in the hall, such as Zhao Fu of the Martial Arts Alliance and Cheng Lian’Er of the Feiyun United Commerce Association.

"Guang," Zhao Fu waved at him.

Xu Guang revealed a hint of a smile and stepped forward to offer him a cup of tea. This made Zhao Fu beam with pride, looking quite smug among the other six Martial Artists.

There were originally seven Refining Viscera Martial Artists in the city, but only his disciple had become a Marshal of the Feiyun Guard today. What a glorious achievement this was!

Hearing everyone’s flattery, Zhao Fu was secretly overjoyed.

After greeting Cheng Lian’Er and Guan Mountain, Xu Guang walked toward the crowd from the Feiyun Guard. Someone was already waiting and led him to his designated seat.

Sitting beside him was Nie Yu, the female Marshal of the Feiyun Guard who had always treated him well.

"Xu Guang, did you pick a target before coming here? There are thirty-three markets in the Outer City. If nothing unexpected happens, thirteen of them will belong to our Feiyun Guard. Which two districts do you want?"

Xu Guang paused, shaking his head in bewilderment. Li Xiao had only notified him to attend the meeting; he had no idea what the agenda was.

Nie Yu rolled her eyes at him. Seeing someone as burly as her make such an expression made Xu Guang feel a bit uncomfortable.

"We’ve essentially reshuffled Feiyun City this time, so we have to divvy up the spoils of war. The three major factions are dividing the decades of savings hoarded by the two families. Our Three Guards are taking over their former territories, while the alliance and the chamber of commerce are taking over their shops and land. Do you get it now?"

As Nie Yu spoke, Li Xiao tactfully took out a map and placed it in front of Xu Guang.

Xu Guang cast a satisfied glance at Li Xiao. It seemed this kid had completely submitted to him now.

"Mr. Li said before we came that each person gets two markets. The profits from the remaining market will go to the brothers who died in battle. Take a look. This is what Mr. Li wants, and this belongs to Mr. Wang...

"Finally, it’s just the two of us left. Which two markets do you want? I won’t fight you for them," Nie Yu said, patting her chest muscles, which were as hard as solid rock.

Xu Guang’s face twitched. He kept his head down and studied the map carefully for a long time before looking up and blinking at Nie Yu. "Which two does Marshal Nie think I should choose?"

Knowing the rules well, he handed the choice over to Nie Yu. After all, it was a matter of first come, first served, and her rank was above his.

He had looked over those markets; they were not entirely the territories of the Han and Liu Families.

Hearing this, Nie Yu placed her finger on two markets on the map. "These two aren’t bad."

Aside from them, most of the people in the hall were gathered in small groups of twos and threes, discussing matters. They were likely all splitting the loot, and everyone looked overjoyed.

This was a feast of division among the victors.

As the two conversed, the titans of the three major factions walked in.

The chattering instantly ceased, and the air fell silent.

Cold Blade Sect Leader Han Qiufeng was a heroic-looking middle-aged man. Sporting a beard, he carried an air of scholarly elegance, and his movements lacked the imposing aura typical of a powerhouse.

In fact, after reaching Refining Viscera, many people’s gaits underwent a transformation. This was known as returning to one’s natural state. In a county town, a Refining Viscera Martial Artist was considered a local powerhouse, an existence capable of founding a family.

To Xu Guang’s surprise, he could not see the Cold Blade Sect Leader’s information!

He couldn’t see a single thing.

This man... was not in the Refining Viscera Realm!

Xu Guang’s heart pounded wildly. No wonder...

He then eagerly turned his gaze toward the Immortal Crane Sect Leader, Ancient Stream. Just like with Han Qiufeng, he couldn’t see his Attributes either.

Ancient Stream was an incredibly handsome middle-aged man. With striking features and a tall stature, he always wore a faint, ambiguous smile that gave off an unfathomable vibe.

Soon, their Direct Disciples followed suit. Xu Guang had seen the young man trailing behind Ancient Stream before.

He was the one who fought against the Vajra Canon Seat during the chaos in the square the other day. His name was Yu Liang, and he was also at the Heroic Level. Seeming to notice Xu Guang’s gaze, the young man turned his head and nodded at him with a smile. Xu Guang returned a polite smile.

Duan Jue arrived last, making a belated entrance. He walked with the majestic strides of a dragon and a tiger, his posture calm and his aura detached. As he approached the chair situated between the two Sect Leaders, his imposing presence was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

Li Zongkang stood behind him with a saber in hand, looking like a guardian deity.

Duan Jue sat down on his chair, looked at the crowd below, and said with a beaming smile, "I am very pleased that you all could make it today. I have three matters to discuss."