District 8 Colosseum
In order to find Wang Nanxing's parents, Qianluo decided to simulate it first, but she never expected that the price would go up again!
Increased from 10 points to 100 points!
Is it because she broke through from Qi training to foundation building? Could it be that the simulation for the middle stage of foundation building will cost 200 points or 1000 points?
It’s really expensive!
[This simulation consumes 100 points. There are 4 simulation opportunities left, and 400 points remaining.]
Start simulation
[At the age of 18, you promised Wang Nanxing to help him find his parents.]
The next day, the two of you went out and found Wang Nanxing's portrait plastered all over the streets. Luckily, you had fed him the Disguise Pill in advance.
Wang Nanxing tells you that your parents might be sent to the Colosseum, a new torture method devised by District 8 Chief Wang Tongtian. Anyone who can't pay their rent will be sent to the Colosseum.
[You used low-grade spirit stones to build relationships and came to the Colosseum.]
The Colosseum was in chaos. You didn't notice Wang Nanxing's parents.
You turned around and found Wang Nanxing gone. You searched for him for days, but there was no trace of him.
[A month later, you were attacked and unfortunately died.]
[After the simulation is over, you can choose one of the options to convert.]
[Choose 1, 18-year-old cultivation level]
[Select 2, 18-year-old training items]
[Select 3, 18-year-old life memory]
Qianluo: ???
The Colosseum? Wang Nanxing missing? Was she assassinated again?
She chose her life memory and discovered that there actually was a Colosseum in District 8. Not long after he left District 8, District Chief Wang Wutong built a Colosseum, saying that there were too many monsters and wild beasts on the mountain, threatening mortals and cultivators.
He sent some monks to capture some of the low-level monsters to intimidate everyone.
All those who could not pay the rent were not kicked out, but became slaves of the Colosseum, without household registration. As long as they won three battles with wild beasts or monsters, the rent would be written off and they could also have a house for free for three months.
Why are they wild beasts and demonic beasts? Because the participants included not only mortals but also monks. Some monks were very excited to see such good conditions and expressed their willingness to participate.
So the gambling house in the Colosseum opened, and all those who bet correctly could win the bet.
It is hard not to be tempted by this whole process. Qian Luo almost sees through the way District Chief Wang Tongtian exploits mortals by raising rents, but finds that such exploitation is still too little and turns into exploitation of monks.
If a monk goes to the Colosseum, he can get rewards if he wins, but lose his life if he loses. If a monk goes to the gambling house, he can get rewards if he wins, but loses his spirit beads if he loses. He will be penniless and have no money to pay rent, and finally he will end up in the Colosseum again.
Endless loop.
The blood and violence stimulate the adrenaline of mortals and monks, making them excited and passionate. The stakes are getting higher and higher, and they lose more and more.
With both approaches working together, in the end only Wang Tongtian made a fortune.
Forget it, she would just take advantage of the situation and counter it. According to the simulated plot, she would take Wang Nanxing to the Colosseum, pay attention to who took Wang Nanxing away, and continue to follow. Isn't that enough?
She is now very satisfied with her cultivation in the initial stage of foundation building. Apart from Wang Tongtian, there should be no one else who can compete with her.
There were still four simulation opportunities left. She looked at the low-grade spirit stones in her storage bag and found that there were only more than three hundred low-grade spirit stones. The rest were confiscated and given to the treasury of District 9. After all, economic development was still needed there.
"But there are quite a lot of pills. The extra ones can be sold."
The economy of District 8 is also in a mess.
It is only slightly better than the poverty and backwardness of District 9. In the commercial district, there is only one store, Zhenweilou, which sells spiritual food and wine, one Baobao Pavilion, which sells magic tools, talismans, and pills, some small vendors selling ordinary vegetables and meat, and some self-proclaimed monks. You have to tell for yourself whether the things they sell are real or fake.
However, one should not show off one's wealth. It is still dangerous to trade here. It would be bad if Wang Tongtian and the three elders noticed you.
Qianluo placed a small defensive formation outside. Wang Nanxing could not withstand the warm flames and soon fell asleep in this warm cave.
This was the best night of sleep he had had in recent months. He felt safe and secure with someone by his side, and after telling him his deepest secret, he felt much more relaxed.
Have a good night.
the next day
As soon as Qianluo opened her eyes, she saw Wang Nanxing frying fish. The steaming fish soup was sprinkled with green onions. The soup was milky white and fragrant, which made her appetite grow.
"Sister, I saw that you had no appetite yesterday. So, I wanted to try my luck today, and I actually caught two fish!" Wang Nanxing is the adventurous little prince. He is used to finding food and drink in the mountains and forests, and his life experience is richer than Qianluo.
Qian Luo looked at the boy's diligence and hard work, and the corners of her mouth curved up: "Thank you for taking so much trouble. I'll just have a sip of soup. It's a little cold out."
He considerately let the fish soup cool down: "Okay, sister, let's wait a while for this fish soup, it's too hot."
Wang Nanxing had washed her face, and there was still clear water on her eyebrows. Her pupils were clean and clear, making her look particularly refreshed and beautiful. She had a feminine appearance, and she was rare in doing things cleanly and efficiently. She was generous and cheerful, and at the same time considerate, and always cared about her, her "benefactor".
Judging from her face, she felt like she was being taken care of by Siyu, which was awkward. But judging from her feelings, it also looked like Liu Xiaoqing was feeding her.
Qian Luo looked at him busying around, his skin looked even whiter and more delicate under the sunlight, and she couldn't help but complain: It's rare to see such a virtuous, gentle and handsome young man.
Seeing him reminded her of Qian Daxue, her non-blood-related brother. She really didn't know what this guy was up to, and it was still a question whether they could meet in the future.
Fortunately, she now has her own goals and is very busy, so she doesn't have to sigh and be sentimental for him.
Perhaps the next time they met would be a hundred years from now, and she didn't know if he would still be alive. However, she had a feeling that this guy must be living well somewhere.
——
Somewhere in the upper three districts
"Senior Brother?"
A handsome young man in a blue auspicious cloud robe flew up on his sword, landed, and sheathed it. He called out to the young man with white hair and blue eyes, "Brother? What's wrong with you? You look so distracted?"
The man smiled lightly, gazing into the distance at the "Amaterasu Sect" amidst the mountains and valleys under the virtual halo. It was majestic, magnificent, and splendid, as if all the gods and Buddhas were standing there in the sky, chanting compassion.
The sun shines on the green mountains, singing sadly to all things.
Thousands of particles were entangled, electronic Sanskrit sounds were heard, golden light flickered, circle after circle of halos were added, the Sanskrit elevator in the formation rose and fell, a mechanical dragon soared, and a steel phoenix cried.
The sea of clouds rolls, and cyber cultivation is underway.
"Nothing, I just feel like someone is thinking of me."
The young man smiled after hearing this and said, "I didn't expect that my cold and aloof senior brother would attract people's attention."
He tested the long sword in his hand, and saw lightning crackling and flickering. He frowned and said, "Brother Ruixue, I want to get a new lightning mechanical sword, but Master always refuses to let me!"
He grabbed the white-haired boy's sleeve and said, "Master likes you the most. Please help me talk to him! Just say you want a new mechanical sword and a brand new laser cannon!"
Qian Ruixue nodded: "Okay."
The young man smiled brightly and immediately put the broken sword in his hand into Qian Ruixue's hand, smiling sweetly: "Brother, please accept this sword. I will trade it for a new one!"
Qian Ruixue was not angry. She held the sword nonchalantly and nodded, "I understand."
"I knew it, senior brother, you are the best!" The young man smiled even sweeter. Although he was as young as a spring flower, there was a sense of calculation and malice in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.
Looking at his senior brother who was in such high spirits, he felt even more resentful. A man with only four spiritual roots must have been so lucky to have entered their Amaterasu sect in the upper three districts. It was said that he was even from the lower three districts. He really didn't know what tricks he had used to make the master like him so much!
The master also asked Qian Ruixue to be his senior brother!
In that case, then accept him as your junior brother who has a dagger hidden behind his smile, work hard for him, and even better, keep your tail between your legs and obey him in everything.
otherwise……
He didn't know what he would do.
Facing his junior brother who was harboring a lot of evil intentions, Qian Ruixue raised his eyebrows slightly, with a layer of sadness between his brows. He looked into the distance with a worried look.
He didn't care about these little things, he only cared about her safety.
——
"By the way, sister, what's your name?"
As the two of them were walking on the way to the Colosseum, Wang Nanxing suddenly spoke. His ears turned slightly red as he glanced at the cute-looking girl. She seemed to be only a few years older than him, but she had already reached the fifth level of Qi training. How amazing!
"My name is Jiang Xiaoqing..." She lied without changing her expression, "I also fell in from the teleportation array outside. I am a cultivator from District 9."
"Wow! Sister Xiaoqing, you're a cultivator from District 9!" Wang Nanxing yelled. Seeing the people around him staring at him, he covered his mouth and exclaimed softly, his eyes sparkling. "Sister, you're so amazing!"
The environment in District 9 is really... But the strong never complain about the environment. Sister Xiaoqing can actually practice Qi at the 5th level, so can he! He must work hard to break through!
He vowed, his eyes shining in the sunlight, crystal clear: "From today on, Sister Xiaoqing, you are my role model!"
Qianluo: “…Thank you.”
The two chatted and laughed all the way, like ordinary monks, until they arrived at the entrance of the Colosseum. There were five monks sitting at the entrance collecting fees.
"One ticket costs one low-grade spirit stone, for viewing only."
"Turn right at the gambling house and place your own bets."
Qian Luo paid two low-grade spirit stones without saying a word. Wang Nanxing took out his storage bag, but found that he was short of money. He didn't expect that the tickets for the Colosseum would be so expensive now. He really didn't know what to see there.
The two entered the Colosseum and were shocked by the bloody scene before them. The Colosseum is a circular open-air building covering an area of 20,000 square meters, with a circular arena in the center and surrounded by audience seats.
Usually the show opens with a host introducing today's beast fighting competition, and they just happened to catch a match between a mortal and an ordinary tiger.
Someone in the audience was discussing, "Old Man Zhang asked me out for a drink a few days ago. He said he was running low on spirit beads and wanted to go to the Colosseum to fight for his life. I thought he was joking, but it turned out to be true!"
"It's fine for people in their thirties or forties to come here and try their luck, but why would he, an old man almost 60, come here and risk his life?"
"It's not his fault. He has three sons at home! They live in a small courtyard, and his three sons have their own children. If he doesn't do it for his sons, he must do it for his grandsons!"
"I also heard that one of his grandsons has three spiritual roots. As long as the resources are given, he will definitely be able to become a cultivator."
"Cultivators nowadays are not as good as they were in the past. They could even be rent collectors, but being a rent collector nowadays isn't easy either! Look at the many competitions in the Colosseum now, where cultivators fight monsters. Aren't those cultivators just falling into the tiger's mouth? Several cultivators have had their hands bitten off by first-level monsters!"
"Oh, it's so difficult. Don't talk about these people. Look, I'm so poor that I can't even afford to eat, and I'm still desperately betting my money on Tiger."
"Me too. Isn't this the easy game? It's obvious that Tiger will win! Old Zhang is old, there's no way he can beat Tiger! This is a bet that gives away money, so of course I have to bet on the winner!"
"Hey, do you think anyone is betting on Lao Zhang to win this round?"
"That's impossible, right? Isn't that stupid?"
Qian Luo looked at the ragged old man in the field, his face full of wrinkles, his skin tanned and rough, his flesh loose, and his temples white. A man of such an old age actually wanted to gamble for the reward.
"Oh my God, Sister Xiaoqing, I dare not look!" Wang Nanxing covered his eyes, buried his head behind the girl, and trembled with fear.
"When I think about the old man being killed, I don't want to watch it anymore."
Qian Luo raised the corners of her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes. This was just the beginning. There would be many bloody places in the future. Killing people and stealing treasures were common things in the world of immortal cultivation.
However, she felt extremely complicated when she looked at the Colosseum in front of her.
If Yan Bufan forced the mortals to go to the mine, the Heavenly Pavilion, and the Sow Cave, then more than half of the people in the Colosseum came voluntarily, just to gamble their lives.
If you win, you get a reward; if you lose, you lose the spirit pearl and your life.
Whether it was sympathy or anger, the culprit was Wang Tongtian. As long as she killed him and liberated District 8, everything would be solved. But now she couldn't alert the enemy and destroy the Colosseum.
She still has to lie dormant and wait for those people to arrive.
——
Old Man Zhang was nearly 60, with nothing left but his life. He was looked down upon by his son at home. While searching for spiritual herbs, he lost his arm to a wild beast in the mountains. After returning, he lay in bed for a month. A man without his right hand could only eat for free, not earn spiritual pearls.
He was once thankful that his wife passed away early, otherwise he and his wife would have to suffer the cold shoulder from their son, which would have been so sad.
When people get old, they are useless.
He looked at the tiger coming out of the beast cage. It was huge and fierce, with smooth fur all over its body. When it glared at him, he felt his legs tremble, his breathing became rapid, his hair stood on end, and his back was covered in cold sweat.
He was so frightened that he could hardly hold the knife in his hand or move his feet. He felt like he was going to be eaten by the tiger in the next second.
"Ao——" The tiger had been hungry for several days. When it saw the human in front of it, it naturally regarded it as a delicacy and drooled all over the floor.
In the audience, many people closed their eyes, feeling sad. If it weren't for the low-grade spirit stones and rent, who would be willing to risk their lives at such an old age?
Some elderly people couldn't help but cover their faces and cry, as if they saw their future fate.
The bloody mouth is right in front of you, and it is difficult to escape from it.
But someone yelled at the top of his lungs, "Grandpa Zhang! Be careful!"
Qian Luo looked up and saw that it was "Da Zhuang" whom she met at the alley entrance not long ago, a cultivator at the first level of Qi training. She didn't expect that he actually knew this Old Zhang.
Dazhuang naturally knew his neighbor, Old Zhang. When he was a child, he was beaten by his parents, and Grandpa Zhang would always be there to give him snacks and tissues and make him laugh. In his heart, Grandpa Zhang has always been a kind person.
So, this time, he wants to "cheat" and help Grandpa Zhang.
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