mtl008 Chapter 1417
Chapter 1417
The stars are shining brightly, and the moon hangs high in the sky.
High above a core mining area on the other side of the Northern Sea, in an endless territory.
Two streaks of light were rushing menacingly toward the mining area that belonged exclusively to the Nalan clan.
Third rest area.
Nestled among these dilapidated stone houses, dozens of campfires can still be seen burning, and in some haphazardly made earthenware pots, boiling water is being used to cook wild vegetables, wheat bran, chaff, and other things that nobody would eat.
The people sitting around the campfire were all kneeling, with bruises all over their shoulders and necks, revealing old ailments. There were elderly people, many middle-aged people, and a few teenagers.
"Grandpa, how much longer do we have to live like this?" A boy of only twelve or thirteen years old asked, his eyes reflecting a flame as he imagined the Dragon Xia Kingdom, a past life that his grandfather and elders had told him about.
Grandpa said that they were in that blue planet world back then, where they could live with dignity, eat white rice and white flour buns as much as they wanted, and have enough to eat at every meal.
To have enough to eat at every meal, what a wonderful life that would be!
Since he could remember, the only time he ever had a full meal in this world was when he was ten years old. Now he has forgotten what it feels like to be full.
At this moment, an old man with a hunched back, coughing and rubbing his legs sighed and said, "No matter how good our past life was, it's not suitable for us to live there. We would all die there."
When talking about the modern city of Longxia in his previous life, many middle-aged people around him covered their faces and cried. It was clear that compared with their current lives, their previous lives were less than one ten-thousandth of what they had experienced.
Just then, a young man dressed in luxurious robes swaggered in from afar, his face appearing slightly tipsy.
After landing, he looked at what these "sinful ants" were eating and sneered, "Even dogs wouldn't eat this stuff, yet you're scrimping and saving to feed these little beasts?"
Upon hearing this, some young people's eyes turned bloodshot—this humiliation, coupled with the wanton exploitation during labor, had been going on for who knows how long.
"Sir, we just don't want the next generation of children to go hungry." The old man explained with a forced smile, trying to force a smile onto his wrinkled face.
"Hmph, whatever you want, as long as it doesn't affect the monthly output, otherwise you will all die!" The young man was very pleased with this respectful humility - he was just a low-ranking member of a collateral branch in the Nalan clan, and he usually saw the young masters of the main clan as even more humble than this. Only here could he find the feeling of being flattered and respected.
The young man seemed to have considered the thoughts of these ants, and sneered, "No matter how many generations of descendants you cultivate, they will all be mine slaves of the Nalan clan, generation after generation!"
After speaking, the Nalan clan member laughed loudly and returned to his residence, leaving the Longxia clan members by the campfire in silence.
Even upon hearing the phrase "descendants will be slaves for generations to come," some middle-aged fathers shed tears—they were unwilling to accept this and wanted to fight desperately to create a better future for their descendants, but unfortunately, mortals had no chance against cultivators.
Inside the stone house at the back, one could still faintly hear the groans of the elderly due to physical exhaustion and illness.
A sense of despair permeated the hearts of the Longxia people.
"Living like this, with no future in sight, is worse than being dead!"
"Even if I die, I don't want my grandson to live the same life as us, worse than pigs and dogs!"
"We'll fight to the death! Even if it means death, we, the sons and daughters of Longxia, will not be slaves for generations to come!"
……
A sense of resentment and anger spread, and many teenagers and elderly people in the stone houses came out of their houses.
Clearly, everyone has already made their choice.
After General Zhang's death, no one could easily suppress this grief and indignation.
"Well, since everyone's made up their minds, let's go for it."
A dozen or so disheveled elderly men secretly met to discuss an important matter.
But at this moment, a young man holding a long sword suddenly appeared in the previously dark stone house—none other than the Nalan clan member who had previously humiliated his clansmen!
“A bunch of ants, yet they dare to plot a rebellion. It seems the steward was right; every now and then we have to kill some people to deter them.”
The young man was only a cultivator at the Innate Realm, but he remained calm and composed in the face of hundreds of Longxia clansmen inside and outside the house. In his eyes, these people were nothing but ants, and he could kill them at will if they dared to make any move.
Today is different from the past. In the past, when General Zhang came forward, the secret gatherings were very discreet and rarely discovered. But this time, the commotion is too great.
However, now that the truth had come out, the Longxia people inside and outside the stone house were furious, cursing the young man from the Nalan clan, and rushed over with pickaxes and shovels, disregarding everything.
"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!!" A middle-aged, kind-looking man, now furious, grabbed a wooden stick and charged forward.
"We've waited too long for this day! Kill!" Another skinny uncle did the same, picking up his weapon and calling for everyone to charge.
"Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves! Arise! Arise!!"
"kill!"
The pent-up frustration and anger of nearly ten years finally erupted when the truth came out and everyone was arrested.
Hundreds of people, their eyes bloodshot and disregarding their own lives, charged forward, creating a scene as terrifying as the nighttime charge of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.
"You're courting death!" The Nalan clan's Innate Realm cultivators were originally from a collateral branch at the bottom. They had always believed that this clan had been domesticated and was deeply servile, so even if they went too far, they would only endure it.
That's why he dared to appear alone in the area inhabited by the Longxia people.
"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish and show you the difference between mortals and cultivators!"
The young man angrily swung his sword, and a sword beam detached from his body slashed towards the person charging at the front. The sword beam was sharp and could not be blocked by rusty pickaxes or shovels. Once it swept through the crowd, it would surely leave a trail of blood.
Just as the sword light was about to fall, a figure in white suddenly blocked the way, and the sword light struck him squarely.
An astonishing scene unfolded: the sharp sword light did not cause the white-robed youth to make a ripple at all—it didn't even budge his white robes, let alone cut him in half.
"Who, who are you?" The sword was easily blocked. The Nalan clan cultivator reacted quickly and immediately took out a token. He stared at Chen Xuan in shock and asked.
The situation suddenly changed, not only were the Nalan clan cultivators stunned, but the Dragon Xia clan members who were charging forward also paused for a moment – the white-robed figure seemed familiar, but because of the different hair color, they dared not step forward and waited to see what would happen.
Many clansmen speculated that this person might be an enemy of the Nalan clan, which is why he took the opportunity to save everyone.
Chen Xuan's second primordial spirit stared at the young man, whose expression had changed drastically and who was holding a communication jade talisman, with cold, hawk-like eyes. He said coldly, "You captured my disciple and killed my clansmen. Who do you think I am?"
"You, how is this possible? The only cultivator in this tribe has already been captured by my Nalan clan, how could there still be cultivators!"
"Snapped!"
Upon learning that these insignificant mortals were actually his clansmen, the young man from the Nalan clan's expression changed drastically, and he decisively crushed the talisman in his hand: "Boy, no matter who you are, daring to invade my Nalan clan's core mining area, you will never return!"