There was nothing to hide. The Soul Preservation Technique was useless to her right now, so it would be better to give it to her senior sister to study. If the two of them worked together, they might be able to make a breakthrough.

Now that I am a prisoner, isolated and helpless, and have lost all my cultivation and become a mortal, the best strategy is to unite as one. One more person means more strength.

Besides, she trusted her senior sister. Apart from her long-deceased master and parents, her senior sister was the closest person to Chu Yao.

"This spirit-storing technique may seem plain and simple, but I feel there's a hidden meaning behind it; it's not as simple as it seems. Don't give up on it just yet; it might come in handy in the future. But tell me more about your ghost-summoning technique."

Chu Yao explained it in detail, and Senior Sister Bai's eyes lit up more and more as she listened.

"Okay, okay. This way, this little maze can add a lot of changes. I want to try it."

Senior sister is good in every way, except that when she starts studying formations, she forgets to eat and sleep, and works day and night reversed.

Chu Yao stuck out her tongue, turned around and walked out of the house. Then, with a roll of her eyes, she started to hop around the slave quarters.

She has never been the kind of ascetic monk who would close her door and stay in seclusion for a hundred years, and she would never sit and wait for death.

Most of the rooms had their doors tightly closed, but many prisoners came out of their rooms, gathered in groups of three or four outside, and chatted with each other.

Chu Yao jumped around and became familiar with everyone he met. He would occasionally stop by to say a few words and get to know the whole place.

The officer's residence was to the west, the prison for slaves to the east, the mines to the north, and the main gate to the south. A guard tower stood in each of the three directions, monitoring the surroundings day and night.

The shelter's wooden houses were arranged vertically from north to south, with twenty rooms in each column, for a total of 240 rooms in 12 columns. There were about 100 new prisoners, and together with those who had been imprisoned there before, there were exactly 240 people.

"So we filled the previous vacancies. Where did the original hundred or so people go?"

"Beauty, are you kidding us? What good end can a slave have!" A big man beat his chest and stamped his feet in front of Chu Yao, and kept telling people that "he was wronged".

"Okay, okay, I get it. What can I do? Do you think I just want to come in? You're on your own." The person who was entangled said impatiently.

"The best outcome is to be bought, and you have to pray that the buyer is a kind and good family, so that you don't escape with great difficulty and end up being worse than a miner."

"I don't want to be a mine slave..." The wronged brother cried bitterly.

"You're a grown man, can you be a little stronger?"

"What a bullshit! In this world, wearing a slave ring makes you worse than a pig! Right now we have porridge and biscuits to serve, but wait a few days, do you think that Zou guy will care about our life or death?"

The words of the wronged brother made everyone silent. Many people looked confused and sighed repeatedly.

In the midst of such lively conversation, a vast civilization gradually unveiled its mysterious veil before Chu Yao.

In the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, there is a galaxy called "Dragon Land". Tianren is the master of Dragon Land.

The Celestials established a glorious civilization in the Dragon Land. They revered the power of "technology," and valued adventure and conquest. With the help of technology, they created spaceships and warships capable of soaring through space, and with overwhelming technology and weaponry, they continuously expanded outward, exploring the vast sea of ​​stars.

The "Empty Sea" where everyone is now located is a new galaxy discovered by the Celestial Civilization. Because of its numerous planets and rich resources, it has been planned as a new development zone, and several companies are responsible for the development of these planets.

These companies obeyed the higher-level "Interstellar Development Affairs Bureau," but they also had great freedom in the management of their planets. On Lingyuan Star, the Yali Company was the supreme king.

Everyone is equal in the Tianren civilization. Having said that, there is only one group of people who are excluded, and that is the slaves.

The moment a slave ring is put on, one is downgraded from a "human" to a slave, and becomes an "object" to be slaughtered at will.

Those who became slaves were either alien barbarians from the defeated planet or prisoners who committed serious crimes. They had no power and could be bought at will, either as laborers or as playthings of the rich, and they almost never had a good ending.

There is a proverb in Longdi: "It is better to be a ghost under the knife than a slave with a hoop."

The meaning is very simple, that is, they would rather be hacked to death than become slaves and be bullied by others. This is enough to prove the miserable fate and cruel life of slaves.

Chu Yao felt dizzy after receiving too much information at once. He only regretted that he had no spiritual power, otherwise it would be much more convenient to use the soul-searching technique.

"So, this Interstellar Development Affairs Bureau is the highest-ranking person among the celestial beings?"

"How is that possible?"

Brother Yuanwu saw that Chu Yao didn't know anything and just thought she was a young alien barbarian, so he didn't hesitate to talk to her.

"The Interstellar General Administration is only responsible for development-related matters. The highest level you're referring to should be the Grand Council."

"The Grand House?"

Ah, my head itches, it feels like a brain is going to grow out of it.

"Well, there's the Upper House and the Lower House. That's a much more complicated thing to explain. Little sister, why don't you give me a couple of cigarettes and I'll explain it to you in detail."

Chu Yao naturally understood what this person meant. She had gradually become familiar with the situation here.

The universal currency of the Celestials is paper money, measured in yuan. However, in this mine's shelter, money is of little use; cigarettes are the only currency.

Prisoners and slaves privately traded tobacco in exchange for useful things such as soap, cloth, and so on.

"We'll talk later. Thank you, brother."

Chu Yao skipped away, leaving the confused and wronged brother scratching his head, wondering why he had a nickname.

She learned a lot of things today, and she needed to sort them out carefully so that she could tell her senior sister later.

She also knew what the so-called "flying sword" meant. It was a derogatory term for cultivators like herself. In the eyes of celestial beings, cultivators were classified as barbarians and were decadent and backward.

Chu Yao was vaguely confused and felt that something was wrong.

Since the celestial beings do not practice cultivation and only research technology, why are their technologies so targeted at cultivators?