The night was dark. The flowing stars interweaved into a net that enshrouded the sky and the earth. —
Below Roaring Tiger City, countless torches as thick as a child's arm were lined up. Enhanced by the Cultivators' divine arts, their brilliance blended into one and illuminated the place as if it were daytime.
After a whole day of hard work, the water nearby had been drained. The bricks and rocks excavated from the ruins of Roaring Tiger City had been piled into shabby dams, which expanded the size of the isolated islands and connected them together. They looked like the continents at the bottom of the ocean.
In the vast open space, centered at the giant pot of porridge, the banners of the major sects had divided the land into independent areas. A lot of trenches, pits, and walls had been dug out. On the ground that had been tamped down, there were also stone locks, stone hammers, and other devices for strengthening the muscles and bones, as well as weapons such as sabers, spears, swords, and spears.
There were also impenetrable tents, in which the secret examination magical equipment of the major sects had been placed to test one's root bone and spirituality.
"Ha! Ha!"
Countless disaster victims, who were as skinny as wild dogs, had not woken up from the horror of the scourge of the flood yet. They were crawling on the pits and mud walls and crushing themselves with stone chains and hammers. They were unwilling to give up even when their mouths were full of blood. The disaster victims who had learned some simple martial arts before were even risking their lives to wield their spears and sabers so fiercely that the water could not reach them at all.
It was a sign that the major sects had opened their gates and recruited soldiers below Roaring Tiger City.
Nowadays, although three-legged toads were hard to find and two-legged people were everywhere, most of the civilians were barely clothed or fed. Their arms did not have much meat, and they would collapse when the wind blew. They were only a waste of food. For the Cultivation sects, they were of no use at all.
When the natural disaster struck, everyone was treated equally. Not only did the ordinary people have to flee, even the wealthy families who were originally wealthy enough to drink and eat meat, strengthen their bodies, and temper their martial arts had to flee as well.
Since he still had the strength to complete the tests arranged by the cultivation sects while fleeing, there was no need to mention his aptitude and bone structure. Even if he couldn't become an inner sect disciple, he was more than qualified to become an outer sect disciple or a servant or tenant of a vassal family of a cultivation sect.
What was even more amazing was that these people were different from the locals that the cultivation sects recruited in their respective areas of influence. In order to survive, they were even willing to sign a slave contract.
As the saying goes, "During the period of cultivation, life and death is up to the heavens. Even if you succeed in your cultivation, you must serve your master and sect for life. If you have disloyalty, may the heavens strike you with lightning and punish you."
Those strong people who had left their hometowns and signed contracts to sell themselves were the best source of cannon fodder for the Cultivation sects.
For example, when two Immortal Masters were fighting, a Palm Thunder could kill dozens of disciples from the opposing sect. These were the ones who died.
Some of them were sent to explore extremely dangerous relics, mysterious caves of demons, or to confront enemies such as the White Lotus Cult, the Heaven Battering Army, or the Dark Cloud Ghost Knights. Naturally, they were the first to be dispatched.
It was Dan Fengzi who told Li Yao all that.
Li Yao was even more disgusted. He could not stand it for one more second.
In the meantime, an even more intense dispute was breaking out in Roaring Tiger City. The six major sects, including the Grand Mystery Sect and the Purple Pole Sword Sect, as well as many sects from the central plateaus who had come together for disaster relief, were all involved in the dispute over how to distribute the tremendous resources left by Roaring Tiger Hall, including magical equipment, crystals, and the low-level disciples of Roaring Tiger Hall.
It was not until then that Li Yao learned that the low-level disciples of Roaring Tiger Hall, even if they had participated in the operation of the Black Devil Cult, would not be killed for sure. Instead, they would be sent to the major sects to be 'strictly supervised' so that they would have a chance to 'turn over a new leaf'.
Looking at the high-level Cultivators lunging at the enormous corruption of Roaring Tiger Hall like hungry hyenas and tearing off the bloody, stinky meat, Li Yao was truly disappointed by the 'righteous sects' of the ancient Cultivators.
He finally understood that the 'righteous sects' were really there to reap benefits under the guise of disaster relief, just like the leader of Roaring Tiger Hall and the Black Devil Cult had said.
On second thought, it did make sense. If most of the ancient Cultivators had not been such, how could the super civil war that swept across the three thousand Sectors and destroyed the entire ancient civilization of Cultivators?
Even 'Chaos' Ba Yanzhi's experience alone was enough to see through the real face of most of the ancient Cultivators.
Li Yao was more and more reluctant to stay in such a decayed world of ancient Cultivators. He could not wait to return to the modern world of Cultivators.
Even dealing with the ruthless Imperium of True Human Beings or the emotionless, machine-like Alliance of the Holy Covenant seemed to be better than hanging around with the sanctimonious guys and listening to their bulls * it about 'slaying the evils for the heavens'.
Li Yao made up his mind.
After the matter with the White Lotus Cult was settled, he would find an excuse to travel for a while and establish the star beacons on the No. 2 satellite of the Ancient Sages Sector.
He wandered in the dark night by himself and got further and further away from Roaring Tiger City.
Behind him was the brightly lit, noisy city, and in front of him were the stinky, rotten fields that had been savaged by the flood.
But he could not tell which was the ghost world and which was the human world.
Suddenly, Li Yao smelled a slightly stimulating aroma. It was some kind of rich and mellow medicinal wine mixed with the aroma of seven or eight kinds of meat. It was a soul-stirring aroma.
He could vaguely hear hearty laughter far ahead of him.
Li Yao's curiosity was greatly aroused. Holding his nose, he walked in the direction where the fragrance was coming from, one step after another.
After walking for a long time, he finally saw a small tattered sampan leaning against a small muddy pond under a crooked tree that had been struck dead by lightning.
A giant pot had been set up next to the boat. There was no telling what was being boiled. The lid of the pot was squeaking because of the fragrance, and ivory smoke that looked like milk was almost flowing out.
There was also wine. Dozens of jars of old wine were lined up in a row. The jars were all glossy and emitting dark golden light. There was even a seal on the jars, which was in the shape of a majestic tiger. It was the best wine of the Roaring Tiger Hall.
On the boat, two people were sitting on one end and the other on the other. They were none other than Master Bitter Cicada, who was handsome and unrestrained, and Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar, who could not have been more filthy and stinky in ragged clothes.
Master Bitter Cicada and Ba Xiaoyu seemed to be old friends who had known each other for years. They were both unrestrained and unruly.
Ba Xiaoyu picked up a barrel of wine with his spiritual energy, broke the seal, and poured the wine that was as yellow as honey into two large ladles. He clapped his hands and laughed. "The sons of b * tches of the Roaring Tiger Hall have committed all kinds of crimes. They are worse than mangy dogs. However, the wine that they made is truly one of the best wines in the world. This is the first time that I saw the father and son drinking wine. I was so hungry that even bugs were crawling out of my throat. I almost couldn't wait to jump down and punch them to the ground so that I could drink up all the wine.
"After a year of hard work, this day has finally come. In the words of this monk, this is truly wonderful. Hey, monk, here are thirty barrels of wine. You can drink one, and this beggar will drink the rest. If it is not enough for you, you can have more meat."
After saying that, Ba Xiaoyu picked up the ladle with both hands and opened his bloody mouth. Apart from the demons of the Blood Demon Sector, Li Yao had never seen anyone who could open their mouth so wide. After a gulp, the wine in the ladle was gone.
"Burp."
Ba Xiaoyu belched and burst into laughter. "If I can't finish the wine in my cup, I can't chop off the heads of the villains. Great! Great!"
He was not in a hurry to pour a second ladle of wine. Instead, he opened his fingers and sucked in another two barrels of wine with his spiritual energy. Shaking his arms, he tossed the two barrels high into the air and smashed them into pieces.
"Thunder Note Hall, Blue Cloud City, the Formless Sect, and all the people who were killed by the Black Devil Cult, all the Cultivators and ordinary people, you can finally rest in peace today."
The fine wine was like rain, fluttering in the air like fragmented stars, sprinkling down on the dark earth without any light.
Master Bitter Cicada sighed. Holding the string of fist-sized beads, he floated in midair and revolved slowly in the tranquil and peaceful chanting, emitting the softest brilliance.
"Who is this scoundrel? Why are you eavesdropping? Are you trying to steal this beggar's wine?"
Ba Xiaoyu suddenly bulged his eyes and spat in Li Yao's direction.
Li Yao secretly frowned. He did not hide himself but walked over openly. Although the place was dark, it was impossible for Ba Xiaoyu not to recognize him with his Cultivation under the illumination of the stars.
If he knew who he was, why did he treat him with such an attitude?
Li Yao sensed that Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar was quite hostile toward him.
It was truly baffling. Li Yao was certain that Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar and Master Spiritual Vulture did not know each other and did not hate each other.
"Old Ba, don't be hasty."
Master Bitter Cicada stopped chanting and slightly opened his eyes. He greeted Li Yao with a smile before he turned to Ba Xiaoyu and said, "I can see that Master Spiritual Vulture's eyebrows are furrowed, and his eyes are sharp but not hurt. Although killing intent is vaguely lingering on his forehead, there is not much brutality and brutality. You do not seem to be an insane, bloodthirsty, and inhumane man.
"According to the rumors, he purged several tribes without leaving anything behind. His brutality spread across the entire Southland of Sorcerers. I know that you abhor evil. Naturally, I do not want to be associated with such a person.
"However, in my opinion, I do not think that Master Spiritual Vulture is such a person right now.
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