Ye Sheng's pill refining speed was beyond imagination. He refined a batch of pills every ten minutes. At the same time, he continued to cultivate, improving himself, and striding towards the ninth heaven.
The outside world was in a mess, and the noise was endless. It could not interfere with him.
After the guards pushed the corpse of the Changle Marquis Out, the entire street was in an uproar. The people threw eggs, cabbages, and spit on it. Some of them were so excited that they even sang loudly.
After patrolling the streets, the guards shouted, "The new Marquis has said that from today onwards, the taxes on Changle Street will be reduced by two-thirds."
"Long live the Marquis."
"The Marquis is Righteous."
"The Marquis will live a long life."
The cheers grew louder and louder. The people of Changle Street were so happy that they couldn't control themselves. This tax cut was equivalent to giving them a way out.