Chapter 746 - 225: Venerable Dojo
Speaking of it, the Domain Realm can be said to have a so-called "Government," which is the Immortal Platform.
In name, the Immortal Platform governs all directions of the Domain Realm, and the whole Domain Realm also follows the rule of the Immortal Platform.
But actually, the authority of the Immortal Platform is not as great as imagined.
The entire Domain Realm is actually filled with family clans of various sizes and congregations of sects and aristocratic families.
Each faction occupies a piece of territory, like an independent entity.
They can even demarcate their domains, have autonomy and independence, and set up grand formations to prevent outsiders from passing through—if there really were a strong central government, how could such a situation occur?!
The family clans and aristocratic families are not to be trifled with. The first-rate and top-tier family clans have powerful backgrounds and deep foundations.
Within the sects and families, there are Venerables present, and these top figures themselves are the pillars and peaks of power in the Domain Realm.
And speaking frankly, the Domain Realm is merely a world shared by over forty Venerables, Emperors, and Celestial Venerables.
A Venerable may not care for power, perhaps focused solely on contemplating the Heavenly Dao.
But even the top cultivators cannot do without cultivation resources; they have their sects for the younger generations, families, powers, and bonds of incense...
Thus, the many prominent sects and clans backed by Venerables became the ruling class of the Domain Realm.
Territories are separately divided, and powers are fragmented, with various industries and interests, the benefits of which are shared by many sects and families as slices of a pie.
And the so-called Immortal Platform is more like the headquarters of a ’league,’ a place where representatives of the various aristocratic sects gather to form an alliance, jointly governing the Domain Realm.
"This is not a good place. After resolving my matters... it’s better to return home."
Chen Yan sighed in his heart.
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In the following two or three days, Chen Yan instead reduced the time he spent going out on the deck to get some fresh air.
Every night, he would just stroll around the deck twice before returning.
That crew member occasionally came to chat with Chen Yan. They had a drink together once more, but Chen Yan pretended to be short of money, saying he not only had no money but also couldn’t afford good wine.
Until the fourth night, when Chen Yan walked out of the cargo hold, stretching while walking two laps on the deck, he suddenly heard the crew member’s voice from behind.
"Brother, come have a drink!"
Chen Yan turned around and saw the crew member holding a tray and smilingly looking at him.
Glancing at the tray in the crew member’s hand, Chen Yan was somewhat surprised—there were actually five or six dishes.
In fact, these past two days, every night when Chen Yan went for some air on the deck, this crew member blatantly shirked the deal—he didn’t even bother to pretend to bring Chen Yan any meals.
After all, Chen Yan had decided not to cause trouble and just considered it as paying a road toll.
For such greedy and shameless people, he didn’t want to pursue anything further.
But today, this guy was acting out of character, proactively bringing food with even a few more dishes. Chen Yan was taken aback, his expression blank, but he immediately raised his guard.
"Um... for what I paid, I can’t afford such a lavish meal, right?" Chen Yan pretended to be cautious.
The crew member, out of some unknown good humor, waved his hand loudly and said, "I didn’t give you meals the past two days, so take this as making up for it. Come, come, I happen to be in the mood for a drink today, drinking alone is boring. Come sit and have some food and drink with me."
Chen Yan didn’t want to deal with such low-level rats, but since the other party had spoken, it wasn’t good to refuse outright.
With a thought, Chen Yan smiled, went over with arched hands, and sat down with the crew member on the deck.
"You seem to be in a good mood today," Chen Yan poured him a drink and asked softly.
The crew member chuckled, "Made a little money—the big spender I told you about before paid me another sum. That guy wants to save face and act high and mighty, but when it comes to paying, he looks pained, it’s really funny."
As he spoke, he took a sip of wine with a dismissive tone, "That guy always pretends to be a big shot; it’s truly amusing. We’re not fools! If he really were a competent big figure, why would he sneak onto a cargo ship like ours by spending money?"
Chen Yan chuckled twice, took a sip, and tasted the dishes.
The crew member was in high spirits, perhaps because as a low-level character, bullying a pretentious fake bigwig satisfied him and, in front of Chen Yan, who was willing to lower himself to compliment this attitude, gave him a sense of psychological superiority.
After eating and drinking, he even brought up a topic to Chen Yan, "Tonight, you can stroll more on the deck... Before daybreak, we’ll pass by the ancestral dojo of a Venerable Saint.
According to the rules, when passing by a Venerable’s dojo, the airship must lower its altitude and speed to slowly pass through, as a sign of respect to the Venerable Saint.
The Venerable dojo, you probably haven’t seen it, have you? It’s a rare opportunity, you should really take a look and broaden your horizons."
Chen Yan thought to himself, I’ve never seen a Venerable dojo.
But I’ve lived with a real Venerable for almost twenty years.
Being chased around the yard by a Venerable with a rattan stick was a feeling I know all too well!
But seeing the crew member’s tone, it seemed like this so-called "Venerable dojo" really had some special aspects?
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This crew member, due to his peculiar mindset, seemed to value Chen Yan quite a bit—probably because, as a low-level mouse, it was rare for him to meet someone like Chen Yan who was willing to lower himself to flatter him.