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The story was actually very simple.
It was none other than Zhang San's family from Village A had lost a farm cow. In the end, they found it at Li Si's house from Village B. Zhang San went to question them, but Li Si asked if the cow would answer if you called it. Zhang San said that he had made a mark on the cow. Li Si asked the villagers to beat Zhang San out of the house. Not only was his face swollen, he even broke a leg.
As a result, a large-scale fight between Village A and Village B was raised.
In the poor, isolated towns, such fights on a village-by-village basis were not unusual.
Fighting over cattle, water, land, wives, or settling old grudges that had been accumulated for hundreds of years, it was quite normal for both sides to fight until their brains were splattered and a few lives were lost.
However, Village A and Village B happened to be at the border of the territory of two Cultivation sects. They were under the protection of different sects, and even had temples and ancestral halls in their respective villages where the heroes of the Cultivators of different sects were enshrined. Incense was burning all day long, and the sacrifices were endless all year round!
When the villagers fought, they often liked to invite the clay idols from the ancestral hall to come out, draped in red and green, and set off firecrackers in unison. They were carried by several strong men and charged into the battlefield, indicating that the immortal masters were protecting them and that they would win the battle.
Since it was a fight, it was inevitable that fists and feet had no eyes. In the chaotic scene, it was inevitable that the clay idol of one of the 'immortal masters' would be smashed into pieces. It was even possible to deliberately taint it with black dog blood, a woman's menstrual pant, and other filthy things.
For the supporters of the losing side, how could the Cultivators watch the heroes of their own sect being humiliated and trampled on by the enemy while doing nothing?
It was said that a certain cultivator from a certain sect could transform into a myriad of forms when he was alive, but after he died, his heroic spirit was so weak that he couldn't even protect his followers and win the battle. His Dharma body was even destroyed by a bunch of bumpkins on the opposite side with a basin of black dog's blood!
If word got out, would the Cultivation sects still be able to survive in the world of Cultivators?
Therefore, when encountering such a situation, it was necessary for the cultivation sects to stand up for the peasants within their sphere of influence!
If they wanted to stand up for themselves, they would naturally not stoop so low as to find trouble with the farmers on the other side. Instead, they would directly go to the other side's sect!
Since the two sects bordered each other, the friction between them had naturally been constant for hundreds of years. They had long formed inexplicable grudges and conflicts of interest. Now that one side had come knocking on their door with great fanfare, would the other side show weakness?
The battle that led to the death of more than twenty Refinement Stage cultivators and three Building Foundation Stage cultivators began inexplicably just like that. Love ↑ go △ little ↑ say △ w
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It seemed to be caused by a cow, but in fact, it wasn't because of a cow. It was because they wanted to fight for their dignity, and the purpose of fighting for their dignity was for the all-around competition for living space.
According to Li Yao's understanding after the incident, as long as the land was sparse and the people were densely populated, places that were highly developed and could not be expanded to the surrounding forests, fights would be popular.
In the rural areas, in order to compete for farmlands, wells, irrigation, and other benefits, and in the towns, in order to compete for the benefits of transportation, mining, and illegal salt trade, violence was often used to fight for and defend the rights and interests.
Most of the farmlands in every village belonged to a certain Cultivation sect. As for the salt gangs in the towns, even if they were controlled by a certain martial arts gang, they were still connected to a certain Cultivation sect, weren't they?
Therefore, it was very likely that the Cultivation sects would be involved in such fights. The fights between ordinary people would evolve into fights between Cultivation sects. Sometimes, the two parties would even invite the experts of sword deities from all over the world. As the flames of war grew fiercer and fiercer, it would eventually turn into a great war that involved dozens or even hundreds of sects.
The fight between two Cultivation sects over a cow that Li Yao saw with his own eyes was actually not bad.
After all, in the age of the ancient Cultivators, a cow was an important asset of a village. It was indeed worth fighting for the ownership of the cow.
The most extreme example that Li Yao had heard was that two Cultivation sects of a fairly large scale started a full-scale war over a pile of feces. The two parties kept inviting their friendly sects to come for help, and the friendly sects had brothers and sisters who had established their own sects outside. When they heard that their own sect was suffering losses, they also came to help.
Therefore, more and more sects joined the fight. After a great war that lasted half a year, even two experts from the Jin Dan Sect were killed!
Two experts from the Jin Dan Sect were killed over a pile of excrement. It sounded absurd and hilarious!
However, after careful analysis, Li Yao felt that it was truly an indestructible circle. Everybody who was caught in the circle, from the ignorant peasant woman to the high and mighty Jin Dan Sect, could not escape.
The so-called 'pile of excrement' was referring to a certain peasant woman who took her child to visit her relatives. On the way back, the child had a stomachache and wanted to take a dump.
As the saying went, 'Keep the goodies within the family'. In such an era, excrement was an important fertilizer. Since the village was still far away, the peasant woman could not stop the child from taking a dump. Therefore, she came up with a solution. She wrapped the excrement with a few broad leaves and tried to bring it back to her own field.
As it turned out, a peasant woman from the local village dashed out and pointed at her, saying that since the excrement had landed in the territory, it was naturally the property of the village. She had to keep the excrement!
The two peasant women fought over a pile of excrement. As a result, the peasant woman who did not belong to the village suffered losses. Not only did she fail to keep her excrement, even some of her hair was ripped off.
When she returned home, she wept and said that the two villages that belonged to different Cultivation sects had a deep grudge against each other because of the water source and the land. Naturally, another bloody fight broke out.
As long as a few people were killed in the fight, there was no way that the matter could be settled peacefully. The peasants certainly did not go to the government office to ask for help. They simply carried the bodies of their own people to the gate of the local Cultivation sect and lined up in a row, crying and kowtowing to the deities, begging for their blessings.
How could the deities not bless them?
Now that the Cultivation sects were rooted in the local area, they more or less counted on the support of the villagers.
Everyone was renting your family's fields, working for free, and building temples and ancestral halls for you. They were reluctant to eat a single roasted chicken for three years, but they saw the Heavens continuously offering offerings to your family's dead. They were even more filial than their own parents. What else could they do?
The deities were not called deities for nothing. The temples were not built for nothing. The roasted chickens were not given to the dead for nothing. There were not many mountains or forests in this place, and there were not too many monsters and wolves to be slain. Life was comfortable enough. Now that the villagers were in trouble, if the local Cultivation sects did not help them, what kind of deities were they? How could they be shameless enough to eat chicken?
Besides, before you beat a dog, you have to look at its owner. The man lying here was the uncle of the uncle of the uncle of an outer circle disciple of your sect. You knew that there was someone behind him and that our village was under your protection, yet you still beat him to death. Didn't that mean that you did not care about our sect at all?
If you did not stand up for us, other people would not say that your sect was magnanimous and valued peace. Instead, they would think that you were as timid and vulnerable as mice!
What kind of sect is this? How can it establish itself in the world of Cultivators and steal the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and techniques?
Although the logic was absurd, it could not have been more reasonable in an era when there were too many Cultivation sects, training resources were scarce, and contradictions were sharper than ever.
It was not about a pile of feces but about deterrence.
The so-called deterrence was made of two parts.
Firstly, it was to ensure that the local Cultivation sects had the ability to defend all the interests, even if the 'interests' were just a pile of feces.
Secondly, it was to make everybody believe that the local Cultivation sects were determined to activate the ability at any moment!
With deterrence, the monsters and other sects would be scared of you. It would be safer and more convenient for your disciples to travel outside. All the trades and professions would offer you benefits in exchange for your protection. Other people would have to consider carefully before they snatched food from your mouth. More unaffiliated Cultivators would join your sect because you could 'cover' them!
Without deterrence, you could not even protect a pile of feces. If you could 'cover' them, you would be screwed. Everybody would be distracted, and it would be difficult to lead your sect. Nobody would listen to you when you went out. Monsters would be the first to attack you. The industries and territories under your control would be harassed every day. Your disciples would be mocked every day. They would be ashamed, and their belief would be unstable. Some of them might even just leave. Even the humblest peasants might flee to the territory of other sects and work as tenants for them!
Furthermore, if such things were spread out, the court would think that you were a pushover, which would lead to infinite trouble!
Therefore, it was necessary to stand out.
Of course, those who stood out at the beginning would certainly be the disciples in the Refinement Stage of the lowest level. Chances were that the two parties would even establish rules and compete with each other in order to settle the problem in a peaceful way.
However, the Cultivators were all masters who could eat half a cow for a meal and kill a tiger with one punch. When they were really infuriated, how could they stop when the time was right?
Should they be unlucky enough to kill a few disciples, how could their masters not stand out? If they did not stand out, how could they survive in the world of Cultivators in the future?
Of course, the masters had their own masters, and their masters had their own senior brothers and sisters. When the younger ones were beaten, the older ones would come. When the Refinement Stage Cultivators were beaten to death, the Building Foundation Stage Cultivators would come. When the Building Foundation Stage Cultivators were beaten to death, the Jin Dan would come.
That was the reason why 'a pile of feces killed two Jin Dan'.
Getting to the bottom of it, 'feces' was just a fuse. The key was that the resources were running low and were not enough to support so many Cultivators!
Li Yao only felt like laughing when he heard the story at first.
But after he learned more about the inside story, he felt deeply sorrowful.
He had long known that the relationship between the Cultivation sects in the age of ancient Cultivators was definitely not as harmonious as that in the modern Cultivation civilization. It was not unusual for them to fight over Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and unparalleled techniques. It was not unusual for them to kill each other for their treasures.
Such cruel stories had been depicted in the novels, games, and literary works of the Xing Yao Federation. It was not surprising at all.
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