No matter what it was, if you did it to the extreme, you would be the king.
However, because of the different professions, kings were naturally divided into different classes.
There were two kinds of people on the Human-Demon Battlefield.
One was the people who were responsible for fighting, and the other was the people who were responsible for scavenging.
There was no need to talk about the former. Among the latter, ever since the Human-Demon Battlefield came into being, the only king was Mo Du.
Even Mo Du, the scavenger who had created the profession of scavengers and saved the lives of countless Emperors, had become lowly because of the scavenging profession.
At least in the Human-Demon Battlefield, if you asked one hundred people who Mo Du was, eighty of them wouldn't be able to answer immediately. As for the remaining twenty people, there were only five or six who could say Mo Du's name without frowning.
Even these five or six people didn't have a respectful tone when they said Mo Du's name.
This was the cruelest fact of the scavenger profession.
Thinking about what his senior brother had said to reward Xie Tian, Feng Po felt that the throne that Wu Dong's young master wanted to sit on was actually similar to a broken chair.
Fortunately, it wasn't him who wanted this broken chair, and it wasn't his junior brother.
Moreover, what Wu Dong said about Xie Tian's ambition made it very easy for him to say the following words.
"Ahem, since you want to be the king of scavengers, why are you still trapped here? If you don't mind, when we return to the west, we would like to go with you two. Only the real battlefield can sharpen the real scavenger … ahem, the king! "
One month later …
"The real battlefield …"
Xie Tian, who had just come out of seclusion, learned of Feng Po's invitation from Wu Dong, and he fell into deep thought.
Wu Dong rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Xie Shao, I have stayed in that place for a while …"
"Oh?" Xie Tian looked at Wu Dong and said, "Tell me about it."
"How should I put it …" Wu Dong thought for a while and sighed, "For soldiers, it is purgatory. For scavengers, it is the eighteen levels of hell that they will never be able to rise from."
Seeing that there was no change in Xie Tian's expression, Wu Dong was afraid that the other party wouldn't understand, so he quickly added, "The scavengers in that place were all forcefully captured by the various factions. After a batch of them died, another batch was immediately captured."
Xie Tian was enlightened.
On a real battlefield, most scavengers would become expendable items.
What caused the qualitative change in their attributes was not only the oppression from the same kind of powerhouses, but also the degree of danger in that region.
"Then how did you leave that place back then?"
Hearing this, Wu Dong felt a little ashamed and stammered, "Pretend …"
"Pretending?"
"Play dead."
"Very good."
"Ah?"
"At least you have to survive." Xie Tian smiled, "If you don't live, how can you become a stronger scavenger?"
Wu Dong knew that what Xie Tian said was not ironic, but his true attitude. He could not help but smile bitterly at the same time.
"But those people don't think so. They think that scavengers are meant to die, and if they can save one or two soldiers before they die, then their death is extremely valuable."
"Death …" Xie Tian thought for a while and said softly, "That is the price that soldiers should bear when they have no other choice. Scavengers do not need to die."
No wonder Xie Shao wanted to become a scavenger …
After listening to Xie Tian's words, Wu Dong was a little touched.
Enduring endless humiliation in the lowly industry, what all scavengers need the most is not any treasure, but recognition.
Positive acknowledgment would make them feel that what they were doing was meaningful and helpful to the Nine Heavens Universe …
Realizing that he was thinking too much, Wu Dong pulled back his thoughts and tentatively asked, "Xie Shao, then how should I reply to the senior?"
"How are their injuries recovering?"
"Probably in a few days."
Xie Tian pondered and said, "Then wait for them to come out, at that time … Will you come with me?"
"Of course!"
Watching Wu Dong leave, Xie Tian smiled.
There is nothing bad about being a scavenger.
"What is bad is returning kindness with enmity …"
Whispering, Xie Tian withdrew his thoughts from the current situation of being a scavenger.
After more than a month of seclusion, he finally finished his battle with the two demonic generals.
Benefiting from this …
The two demon generals named Mo Se and Mo Di had become two clear bodies in his mind, instead of being vague dots that he had sensed before.
The power threshold of the demonic generals.
The killing style of the demonic generals.
The characteristics of the demonic generals' killing moves.
The overall layout of the battle situation.
The reaction speed in battle.
…
When he studied the enemy to this extent, the word "clear" came to mind.
On the other hand, Xie Tian's understanding of himself was much clearer.
Only through battle could he understand himself.
Xie Tian, who had always done things this way, reluctantly began to increase his combat level after careful consideration.
"Dealing with someone half a step to Heaven's Equal should be no problem …"
After forcing himself to accept this position, Xie Tian's calm face showed a hint of joy from growth.
"But, the road is still long …"
The progress he made was confirmed by himself, and at the same time, he confirmed what he lacked.
"The killing method that Heaven's Equal used to deal with the demonic generals …"
"And my current cultivation …"
Relatively speaking, these were the two shortcomings that Xie Tian needed to make up for. The second one was more difficult.
If Xie Tian's position that his cultivation speed wasn't fast came from his perverted objectivity towards him …
Thus, the extremely slow progress of his cultivation had become an objective that others could completely accept.
Xie Tian was also clear about the many reasons why his cultivation speed was so slow.
One of the biggest reasons was that after he rejected all sorts of help from the Will of the Heavenly Path, the source of the Heavenly Path wasn't willing to bother with him …
Even if he was called Lu Feiyang in his last life and was the chosen son of the Heavens who was cared for by the Ancient Wilderness.
If that was the case, Xie Tian wouldn't care much.
After all, he relied on himself on his cultivation path.
However, the biggest reason came from his Dao Pond itself.
Maybe it was because when he formed the Dao Pond, there were too many powers mixed in …
Hao Nu's quasi emperor power.
Time Slope's weird power.
Nothingness and darkness power.
There was even the power from the blood-colored coffin.
This caused it to be too difficult for him to raise his Dao Pond and improve his cultivation.
One could say that all these powers formed his Dao Pond.
However, on the other hand, it gave his Dao Pond a huge and thick foundation that could make other Daozu feel despair.
Such a foundation would naturally allow Xie Tian's Daozu path to be smoother. Pretty much as long as his cultivation reached a certain level, he would be able to break through …
However, the problem was in his cultivation.
This was because it was unimaginably huge to satisfy such a monstrous cultivation base.
If other first-stage Dao Breaking cultivators wanted to break through to second-stage Dao Breaking cultivators, they would only need to increase their cultivation base by one percent. As for Xie Tian …
"Ten thousand?"
Xie Tian didn't believe the words he muttered …
After all, his comprehension of the first five words of the 3,000 words had reached 30%.
However, his cultivation didn't budge at all.
(End of this chapter)
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