The system is the proficiency panel

Lin Ji glanced at the empty hall, then turned his attention to the documents placed on the imperial desk. He suddenly became interested and flipped through them. A report on the construction progress of a steam locomotive caught Lin Ji's eye. It was sent by a foundation-building cultivator named Yang Yong.

(Lord Luo, be well. The Yang family has failed your expectations. Without the help of monks, only mortals were refining steel. They were not very skilled at the beginning and the steel output was small. Therefore, it will take a long time for the steam locomotive to be put into trial operation.)

After reading the report, Lin Ji flipped through other materials and finally landed on a design drawing. At a glance, he knew what Yang Yong was doing.

"Steam engine? Nice progress, but useless for monks, but good for mortals."

Thinking of this, Lin Ji put down the document and opened the others. The second one came from a school in Xuantian City. It was sent by a person who was in the realm of artistic conception. The content on it made Lin Ji frown.

(Lord Luo, I didn't want to report this matter, but thinking that Daozi is still quite concerned about the development of the school, I decided to mention it.)

(After the monk school was built, a group of talented students were recruited from the mortal school. Their current training progress is pretty good, but the problem I am talking about is not them, but the students who are still in the mortal school. Since they learned that they may become monks, many students' learning efficiency has dropped significantly, and they fantasize about reaching the sky in one step. We monks still have to practice, and it is impossible to spend a lot of time to correct them. In addition to kicking some people out of the school and killing the chicken to scare the monkey, I don’t have any other quick solution, so I report this matter and ask City Lord Luo to make a decision)

Lin Ji had no good solution for this situation. The gap in status between mortals and cultivators was too huge, so it was normal to yearn for transcendence.

After reading all the documents one after another, it was almost noon. Lin Ji was about to leave here. Luo Youran came back after arranging Feng Tian and the others. She came to Lin Ji, glanced at the documents on the imperial desk that had obviously been flipped through, and whispered.

"Master, I have arranged the residence of the demon tribe in the west courtyard and plan to let Ye Wanjun be the tour guide. He is very strong and has recently succeeded in the challenge. He ranks fourth in the first realm of the Trial Tower, second only to you, Daoyan and Ningxue. In addition, his job is to patrol Xuantian City, so he knows the surroundings very well and has no grudges against the demon tribe. I think he is a good fit. Master, what do you think?"

"Ye Wanjun is indeed quite suitable. Let's choose him. Also include his Taoist partner Cai Shan. This woman has good social skills."

Lin Ji nodded and said, Ye Wanjun's strength has improved a lot in recent times, and he has defeated some veteran artistic conception foundation builders one after another. Although he has a good personality, he is not good at chatting. Cai Shan is just the opposite of him. He has no talent for cultivation, but he is good at socializing. The two of them are complementary to each other.

"You Ran, I just took a look at the documents on the imperial desk. What do you think about this matter regarding the school?"

Lin Ji put his arm around Luo Youran's slender waist and let her lean on his chest. Then he picked up the document and asked questions. Luo Youran lay in Lin Ji's arms, her face against his shoulder, and looked up at him when she heard his words.

"Master, I have read the documents about the school, and I have thought of two solutions. One: raise the threshold for entering the monastic school. Talented students must pass a certain level of cultural assessment before they can enter the monastic school. Otherwise, they will not be accepted even if they have talent, except for rare and top-grade talents."

"Second, I remember that the mortal school has exams every once in a while, and rewards are given according to the exam rankings to motivate them. For example, the top 100 can have the monks help them cleanse their meridians and marrow, so that they can obtain a physique far superior to that of mortals, or they can be given magical instruments that mortals can also use but are not very powerful."

After finishing speaking, Luo Youran blinked her big eyes and looked at Lin Ji, waiting for his reply. Lin Ji nodded and said.

"I think it's good. You can try it first."

"it is good."

After deciding on this matter, the two continued to chat about other things, and then Lin Ji left the palace to go back to practice.

……

The streets of the inner city of Xuantian City are inhabited by cultivators and rarely have mortals coming in. Even though many cultivators have rushed back to attend Lin Ji's wedding, the inner city is too big and the overall number of cultivators is not large, so the streets appear empty and lonely.

At this time, Ye Wanjun led the way with an expressionless face, and Cai Shan, who was walking behind him, carefully introduced the surrounding buildings to Qingniao and other monsters. When she knew that Qingniao was a golden elixir and a monster, she asked Ye Wanjun to find a way to refuse this matter, but Ye Wanjun refused and insisted on taking it.

"The buildings in Xuantian City are quite nice, but there are too few cultivators. I have been walking for a while and only encountered a few cultivators decorating the surrounding streets?"

Feng Tian, ​​who was walking beside Qingniao, looked at the empty street and asked Cai Shan.

"Because of Daozi's policy, the managers of each city must be cultivators, so they are all dispersed, resulting in a small number of cultivators in each city. For example, Xuantian City only has 70,000 cultivators, and other cities will have even fewer."

When Cai Shan heard Feng Tian's question, she remembered what Ye Wanjun had said to her and began to explain. Feng Tian nodded and did not ask any more questions.

At this time, several monks came not far away. The young man leading the way looked to be in his thirties, with dark skin and a long beard on his face. He was two meters and five meters tall, with a sturdy build, bulging muscles all over his body, and full of explosiveness.

The young man saw the Blue Bird and other monsters in front of him stopped. As everyone knows, monsters must have golden elixirs to transform, so he thought that these monsters must be cultivators in disguise. Looking at Ye Wanjun in front of him, the young man frowned and asked.

"Ye Wanjun, what are these monks behind you doing? Why are they pretending to be demons?"

"Lianyun, they are the demon tribe, Daozi's guests, not pretending."

Ye Wanjun said lightly that Lian Yun was a cultivator of the Golden Realm Foundation Establishment, originally stationed in the Buluo City. Some time ago, due to Daozi's order, he was not allowed to approach the Misty Forest to kill the monsters. Although no one disobeyed the order, Lian Yun and other stationed cultivators were still very puzzled, which led to Lian Yun bringing a few people to Xuantian City to inquire about the situation. However, City Lord Luo's answer did not seem to satisfy him. He said that the monsters were all cunning and could not be trusted, so he had always wanted to meet Daozi. It was estimated that he would go to the City Lord's Mansion to find Daozi again today.

"Michiko is back? I'll leave first then."

After Lian Yun finished speaking, he led his men hurriedly towards the City Lord's Mansion, ignoring the monsters, ready to ask to see Daozi. Feng Tian looked at the backs of Lian Yun and others as they left, thinking about the gazes cast from the dark along the way, and secretly asked.

"It seems that there are quite a few human cultivators who hold hatred towards the demon race... But that's normal. After all, the two races have been fighting for resources for thousands of years. It would be strange if there was no hatred."