If those who gathered information for me died, I would at most avenge them, and basically would not care about anything else. As for the essence, blood, armor and other things I needed for my cultivation, I would throw the unwanted scraps to them, and I would throw them directly in front of them. I never cared about what they thought.
I never expected that they would become more respectful to me, which was strange.
Their actions even gave me a strange idea.
The worse I treat them, the better they seem to treat me.
I secretly attacked a big monster and swallowed all his blood.
I stayed in this area for three years. When I was twenty-one, I entered the Grandmaster realm. Then I returned to the area where I was staying and killed the big monster.
A lot of people came for unknown reasons and came under my command without caring about my attitude. They took the initiative to become my retainers. I didn't even need to recruit the wandering warriors under my command. I automatically set up a threshold and selected the outstanding ones among them to become my subordinates.
This world is really strange.
I have been here for more than three years and have gradually begun to see some clues.
These people's concepts of survival and ideas in various aspects.
Even though they learned various etiquette and cultural customs in Daxia, and developed many of the etiquette cultures very well, in terms of etiquette and related pomp, they even had more etiquette and followed more than Daxia.
But they mostly use this kind of ritual and ceremony to stabilize their own blood, suppress the animal nature in their spirit, and activate the innate spirituality in their spirit.
The people of Daxia do not have this kind of animality, because the people of Daxia are naturally lacking in that sense of chaos, so there is no need to be so particular about it. It is only here, because there is a mixture of enough demon blood, that it is naturally endowed with the animality among the demons, and it is very strong, so stability is needed.
But no matter how well they learn, the animality and chaos buried in their blood and hidden in their souls will not be lost.
Even if they suppress some of their animal nature, they will still not have more humanity.
The hierarchy and class hidden in their bones are indelible. They are born to obey big men. No matter how crazy or unruly you are, they will still follow you.
They are more like beasts than humans.
This vast land and the billions of people born on it seem like a wilderness as a whole.
They built houses and established related civilizations, but the overall level was still more like that of beasts.
I have seen many extremely powerful figures who would even ask their subordinates to commit suicide, and they would still obey instead of resisting. This strange situation is quite surprising. Those extremely powerful figures in Daxia may be able to slaughter civilians at will, but they will definitely be hunted down and will definitely face resistance.
I think there are so many incredible things in this world.
I was still carefully checking the information around me and investigating the surroundings, when someone told me that a big shot from Kyoto had come and asked for me.
Yes, they also have their own, the core area is called Kyoto.
They learned many of their regular scripts and even language from Daxia.
Because Daxia is strong enough, the top strong people dominate the world. This is a rule formed over hundreds of years. They naturally admire the strong.
As long as you are strong, he will think whatever you do is reasonable, and no matter how bad your habits are, he will learn from them.
I was also quite curious about the central area of this place, but I didn't want to leave right away.
Because the person who came to visit me was at the Grandmaster stage and was an extremely powerful person, while he was just a retainer of the big man in Kyoto.
That big shot hopes that I can go to Kyoto and serve under him.
I hesitated for a while. The inexplicable prying from Kyoto still made me feel uneasy, so I chose to practice in silence here.
Then, several people sent people to recruit me. When they failed, they did not seem very angry. Instead, they received very precious gifts to show their respect for me.
I didn't care much about it, I just practiced here quietly, and my title in this small fishing village became the One-Armed Sword Saint.
No one will ever say that I am of lowly blood and unsightly.
I thought such peaceful days could continue, but unexpected changes suddenly occurred.
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