Dragon Country, Emperor Mausoleum Mountains.
The Emperor Mausoleum Mountains, located at the western border of Dragon Country, was a well-known uninhabited area in the country. It was said that there was an emperor's mausoleum buried here and it attracted many tourists.
However, the environment here was very unfriendly to tourists. Not only was the terrain extremely steep, there were often wild beasts roaming about. Many tourists were injured here and could not be rescued in time. After the media reported the frequent disappearance and death of tourists here, this area gradually became deserted.
At this moment, a dark-skinned young man carried two wooden buckets filled with water and walked quickly towards the foot of the main peak of the Emperor Mausoleum Mountains.
The setting sun shone through the gaps of the continuous mountain range, and the young man's body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden clothing, making him look very holy.
Soon, the young man arrived at the back of the mountains.
Behind the mountains, the main peak of the Emperor Mausoleum Mountains rose from the ground like a giant sword piercing the sky, reaching into the clouds.
At the foot of the main peak, there was a village shrouded in thick fog. This village was really strange, hidden behind the Emperor Mausoleum Mountains, it could be said that it was completely isolated from the world.
Living in such a place could be said to be completely isolated from the outside world. Even if they wanted to leave, they would have to walk for half a month.
This situation was extremely strange in the modern era. As early as 200 years ago, the country had already completed the poverty alleviation program. Logically speaking, all the mountain people living in such an environment would be given corresponding support programs by the country. Basically, they would spend money to build new houses for them and let them move out of the mountains to live in the outside world.
Unless the mountain people firmly refused to move out, they would definitely be properly settled by the country.
After the young man approached the village at the foot of the main peak, his footsteps obviously slowed down, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.
His figure passed through the layers of thick fog, and he finally mustered up the courage to continue walking forward.
When he arrived at the entrance of the village, the young man looked left and right, and after confirming that there was no one, he suddenly sped up his pace.
At this moment, a leather whip covered with small barbs suddenly lashed out from the side, and hit the back of the young man hard.
"Pa!"
The clothes on his back were torn by the whip, and there was even a bloody wound on his back.
His body was slightly trembling because of the pain, but the young man clenched his teeth and did not make a sound. Both of his hands were holding the bucket tightly, as if he was afraid that the water inside would shake out.
"Black Tiger, do you know what time it is?"
The man who spoke had a burly build and a round waist. He had the air of a bandit, and he held the black leather whip in his hand. As he spoke, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like a fiend.
"Steward, I encountered a wild boar on the waterway. Sorry for the delay!" Although he was furious, Black Tiger had a fearful expression on his face.
"Do you have any complaints about this whip?" Although Black Tiger had given the reason, the manager was still arrogant and did not feel that he had done anything wrong.
"If I'm wrong, I should be punished. Thank you for the lesson, steward!" Black Tiger quickly said.
Hearing this, the man in charge nodded with satisfaction. He pointed to the village with the hand holding the whip, indicating that they could go in.
Hei Hu quickly expressed his gratitude and walked in quickly.
Although the village was hidden in the mountains, it was not a small one. It had a population of more than 3,000.
Black Tiger was also not a native of this village. He originally lived in a bustling metropolis and had only lived here for three years.
Everything started from three years ago. Back then, Black Tiger was attracted by many legends about the emperor's mausoleum and came to explore and play.
Back then, Black Tiger was young and frivolous. He boldly walked into the depths of the mountain, but on the way, he accidentally fell into a ravine. At that time, Black Tiger tried a few ways to save himself. However, the ravine was very deep and he could not escape.
Black Tiger had no choice but to make a call to the outside world. However, because he was deep in the mountain, the rescue team could not arrive in time.
(Note: In 2319, the signal covered the entire world. The WiFi also covered the entire world. Therefore, it was possible to make a call from within the mountain.)
In the torturous wait, Black Tiger did not receive the rescue team, but a disciple of the Black Jail Sect. The disciple brought him into the Black Jail Village and ordered him around as a servant.
Previously, Black Tiger believed in science and atheism. Black Tiger did not care about the so-called cultivation to become an immortal. However, when he came here, Black Tiger realized that there really were cultivators.
These cultivators were completely different from normal people. Although they could not soar into the clouds, they could fly using weapons. Their bodies were like iron and could not be harmed by water or fire.
However, the cultivation in his imagination had no fate with Black Tiger. The cultivation techniques of the Black Jail Sect would not be passed down to the servants.
Their existence was like a servant. Fetching water, cooking, looking after the spirit fields, raising spirit insects etc. In short, they did all the chores. If they did not do a good job, they would be beaten up.
The lives of slaves were not even considered lives here, but grass.
In these three years, Black Tiger had seen many slaves die from being beaten to death because they made mistakes. Some did not even make any mistakes at all, just because the Black Jail Sect's Head Disciple was in a bad mood.
If one wanted to live here, one could only correct one's identity. While being lowly, one had to drag out an ignoble existence and live carefully.
In these three years, it was not that Black Tiger did not think of escaping, it was that he could not escape at all.
This was a place that did not treat people as people. Resisting would only lead to death. When he was first captured into the Black Jail Village, Black Tiger had thought of escaping. However, this area was surrounded by mountains and it was extremely difficult to escape. Moreover, his body was already imprinted with the Black Jail Seal. If he ran out of a certain range, he would definitely be sensed by the Black Jail Sect's disciples.
The consequences of being captured was undoubtedly miserable. After experiencing this twice, Black Tiger completely gave up on the idea of escaping.
Thinking about this, Black Tiger carried the bucket of water to the number four spirit field that he was looking after. He poured all the water in the bucket into the spirit field, then put down the bucket and walked into the wooden house next to the spirit field.
Closing the door, Black Tiger took out a handful of herbs from under the bed. After crushing it, he carefully covered the wound on his back.
The originally painful wound was immediately covered by a cool feeling.
To live here, one would definitely need some things to protect themselves. This herb was one of them.
However, this herb was not a spirit herb. This was because the Black Jail Sect's disciples would not use this kind of good thing on their servants. Even if it was a Black Jail Sect's disciple, it would be extremely difficult to obtain this herb. The spirit herbs that were grown in the spirit fields in the village were basically owned by the Black Jail Sect's elders.
When the burning sensation on the wound completely subsided, Black Tiger took out the bloody herb and threw it into the wooden box under the bed.
Then he took out a book from the wooden box, 《Iron Cloak》.
After flipping through a few pages, Black Tiger's expression was complicated as he threw the book into the wooden box.
This book could not actually be considered a cultivation technique. It could only be considered an external technique. Every Black Jail Sect's servant had a copy.
With the Black Jail Sect's style, they would naturally not be so kind as to give them a cultivation technique. Letting the servant cultivate this external technique was just to hope that they would be able to work better and endure more hardship.
Black Tiger had often cultivated this technique in the past three years, but his progress was extremely poor. Other than his body becoming stronger, his cultivation speed was like a tortoise's crawl. After three years, he was only at the first level.
Sighing, Black Tiger climbed onto the bed. He felt that he could only sleep on his stomach today.
At this moment, the ground shook and a loud voice came from the outside world:
"All servant disciples, gather at the sect gate!"
Black Tiger who had just climbed onto the bed quickly jumped up. He quickly put on his cloth shoes and broke through the door, running towards the main peak.
Along the way, the wooden houses were pushed open. Those servant disciples and Black Tiger also madly ran towards the main peak.
The Black Jail Sect's gathering of servant disciples was usually not a good thing, but they had to run fast because the last five servant disciples to arrive would be beaten up. It was a small matter if their skin was lacerated, they might even lose their lives, so they had to be fast.
Very quickly, a large wave of servant disciples gathered in front of the Black Jail Sect gate at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing that the servant disciples had arrived, an old man dressed in a black robe with white hair and beard stood up from his chair. He stood on the steps in front of the gate and looked down at the servant disciples dressed in rags.
"Today, I have something to announce here. Next, I will give each of you an item. This item is called the Virtual Helmet, its use is …"
The old man in a black robe said as he took out a virtual helmet from a box at the side. Then, he started to talk non-stop.
"And your use is to earn soul coins inside and hand them in. The amount of soul coins handed in every day will be counted by specialized disciples. If you don't meet the requirements, you know what the consequences will be. But if you exceed the requirements, you will naturally be rewarded. It can reduce your daily workload …"
Looking at the virtual helmet in the hands of the old man in a black robe, Black Tiger and all the servant disciples were stunned.
How could Black Tiger not understand this? The virtual helmet was a tool he often used before he came here.
What made Black Tiger stunned was why the Black Jail Sect's elder would bring this thing in. After all, the virtual helmet was a recreational item. The Black Jail Sect, a demonic sect, would not be so merciful.
As if afraid that the servant disciples would not understand, the old man in a black robe explained a few more times. This time, Black Tiger understood.
Collect soul coins in the game and hand them in?
Although he understood, Black Tiger was still confused. He could not understand what the Black Jail Sect, who was focused on training, wanted to do with the currency in the game.
"Alright, each of you take one and disperse. From now on, work as usual in the morning and enter the game to earn soul coins at night. Remember, the amount of soul coins you earn determines the amount of work you have to do the next day!" As he spoke, the old man in a black robe glared and his robe danced in the wind.
After all the servants had dispersed, the direct disciple standing beside the old man in a black robe could not help but ask:
"Master, why do we need to purchase these equipment from the outside world for the servants to use?"
The old man in a black robe heard and shook his head:
"I am not very clear. This is the order of the Sect Leader. According to him, this game has great mysteries and opportunities, and soul coins are the hard currency in this game. It is an indispensable thing, so the Sect Leader needs these three thousand servants to continuously create soul coins for him!"
"Game?" That disciple obviously did not understand what the mysteries and opportunities in the game had to do with reality.
"Stop guessing. The Sect Leader naturally has his reasons for doing this. These few months, the Sect Leader has been running around outside for this batch of virtual equipment. He spent a lot of effort to bring these equipment back. For this, the Sect Leader even bought a solar charger and placed it at the top of the mountain!" As he spoke, the old man in a black robe pointed to the main peak behind him.
"Oh yes, you should bring one back too. Go into the game and take a look. Maybe you can also obtain the opportunity that the Sect Leader mentioned!"
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