District 9 Mine
After seeing off the Liu family villagers, Qianluo and Liu Xiaoqing looked up at the plaque of "District 9 Mine" in front of them, which exuded a sense of roughness and poverty.
The people inside were all deceived into mining. They just wanted a job to make ends meet, but they were treated like livestock by these people, working day and night like cattle and horses.
District 9 is really hateful!
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the clouds were dark blue, almost blending into the darkness. The night was slightly chilly, and the two men were sleepy and tired after a whole day's journey.
The scorching sun fire beast came running over, looked up proudly, threw a piece of paper to her, and raised its four hooves to the sky. Liu Xiaoqing only heard it chirping a few times and could not understand what it meant.
"This is a mine map. What do you think? Am I awesome?"
Qianluo woke up suddenly, and praised him emotionally: "Wow, you are so awesome!" She hugged Sunflamemon and kissed it, then indulged in petting the cat.
Liu Xiaoqing was stunned and couldn't help laughing. She didn't expect Miss Qianluo to be so lively and lively, and not as cold as the moon as she appeared.
Afterwards, she took Liu Xiaoqing and Zhao Zhao to the hidden cave in the simulation. She patiently checked the map and helped Liu Xiaoqing consolidate her cultivation.
This cave is only 300 meters away from the mine, on a small hill, hidden by lush vegetation. It cannot be seen from the outside and is very hidden.
The cave was filled with abundant spiritual energy, perfect for cultivation. The Sunflame Beast was very satisfied with this seemingly unassuming cave. After pacing around a few times, it inspected its territory with great satisfaction, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Before going to bed, he threw her three low-grade spirit stones, which were all the assets of the dragon dance team. As for magic weapons... they were so poor that they didn't have any, and they only had a dozen scattered spirit beads on them.
Qianluo happily accepted the low-grade spirit stone and handed the spirit bead to Liu Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, this place is full of spiritual energy. You and Zhaozhao can rest and practice here. I just happened to be looking at the mine map."
Liu Xiaoqing also felt that she seemed to have reached the bottleneck of the second level of Qi training. She nodded and said distressedly: "Miss Qianluo, you should also have a good rest."
"Uh-huh."
Qian Luo first regulated her breathing, using the environment in the cave to restore her spiritual energy. After that, she regulated her breathing for a whole day and stabilized her state of mind. Only after a long time did she open her eyes. Liu Xiaoqing next to her was still practicing with a rosy complexion. It seemed that she would be able to break through soon.
There must be cultivators in the Qi training stage stationed in the mine. They must have discovered spiritual ore and used it for cultivation. Their cultivation must be high. Without knowing the specific situation, she couldn't act rashly.
The higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to challenge a higher level. Currently, she has no other means of survival besides the Jade Orchid Hairpin and the Strange Fire. Furthermore, her cultivation level is too low, and her techniques are too limited, so she can only rely on the Immortal Cultivation Simulator to survive.
If the Immortal Cultivation Simulator was always a dead end, how could one survive? In today's world of immortal cultivation, damaging the interests of cultivators would inevitably make them enemies. She had so publicly killed the Dragon and Phoenix Dancers, and now she was trying to seize the mine and destroy the brothel. This was like hitting a rock with an egg.
The spiritual energy in the mine is limited after all, and she cannot break through in a short time. If she encounters a master in the late stage of Qi training, she can only use the defense mechanism of the Jade Orchid Hairpin to withstand an attack from the Foundation Establishment Stage, but she only has two chances left.
She had seen it in novels before. The five arts of cultivating immortals: talismans, elixirs, formations, weapon refining, and beast taming are indispensable in the battles among high-level cultivators. Even if one cannot learn the five arts, one must have enough of these to fight and save his life.
But now, when she took out her storage bag, there was nothing in it except a few low-grade spirit stones, three rejuvenation pills, a book on bewitching magic, and a mid-level magic weapon, the Nine-Star Blood-sucking Knife.
"Confusion..."
Naturally, it confuses the enemy's mind and causes mental damage, and can achieve a fatal blow when necessary. This thing is good and can be practiced.
The surface of this book was not like ordinary paper. It had the roughness and toughness of wood. She became a little obsessed with practicing it, stroking the paper and learning the art of bewitching.
Looking at the Nine-Star Blood-sucking Knife beside her, she thought that if Captain Wu Feng self-destructed the intermediate-level magic weapon at the critical moment, she might not be able to withstand it, but he just cherished the intermediate-level magic weapon and was unwilling to self-destruct.
The only problem is that in District 9, the things in the lower three districts are too expensive. Low-level magic tools are sold for 100 low-grade spirit stones, not to mention mid-level and high-level magic tools. These are all handed over to the head of the foundation-building district. These are rewards for their low-level cultivators. How dare they damage them easily?
Counties and districts have barriers, cultivation reaches bottlenecks, and magical instruments are hard to come by. This is the current situation in the lower three districts. Those in higher positions have calculated that low-level cultivators spend their entire lives constantly serving them, constantly exploiting ordinary mortals, in exchange for a modicum of reward.
The world has been sick for too long.
If she didn't have the plug-in for the Immortal Cultivation Simulator, she would have been bullied by Zhang Yong or died at the hands of that couple, her body exposed in the wilderness.
"Coming like wind and rain, departing like dust." The life of an ordinary person begins with a sharp, piercing cry, but after death, like tiny dust, blown away by the wind. Their lives are worthless; they are ants beneath the feet of those in high positions, easily snatched away.
Now, she has only been here for a few days, and she has already taken more than ten lives. When she first entered the world of immortal cultivation, she only wanted to protect her family and friends, and she never thought of killing anyone. However, I don't kill people, but people kill me.
That couple was the best example. She didn't want to kill them because they were neighbors, but they wanted to kill her and Qian Ruixue and Wang Wutong because of the spiritual herbs, so she had no choice but to fight back.
Afterwards, she killed Zhang Yong and his group, then the Wufeng team, and finally the Wulong team. She killed her way to the mine, but took a step back because of the information in the simulated clues. She felt that she would never be able to advance to the 10th level of Qi training.
What would she do if the mine was guarded by a Qigong Great Perfection cultivator? Furthermore, there were wolves in front and tigers behind, and two Qigong elders were chasing her.
Facing the three people in the late stage of Qi training, she felt a little bit of retreat in her heart. It was this retreat that caused her to be confused and want to give up.
One must not break one's promise. She had clearly promised Liu Xiaoqing to help her find Liu Xiaowan, but now that Liu Xiaowan's information hadn't been found, she was already thinking of giving up. Were all her previous grand ambitions false? She kept asking herself, questioning her heart, was the Dao heart supposed to be so fragile, so vulnerable?
Knowing the situation is hopeless, do you still go through fire and water without hesitation? Or is it better to retreat? Run?
From an angle that Qianluo couldn't see, she was surrounded by spiritual energy, covered with a layer of bright and lustrous light. Her beautiful face was hidden under the spiritual energy, and her whole body exuded a sense of a mysterious state.
Life or death? Advance or retreat? This was the question. An ordinary person's life span was a hundred years or less, but as a cultivator, she already had a lifespan of a hundred years. If she retreated this time, could she retreat to the ends of the earth? Even if she retreated further, she would only be under the control of the entire Immortal Cultivation Alliance. How could she escape?
The jasper orchid hairpin on her head emitted a faint glow, green with purple, as if reminding her.
She suddenly woke up, realizing she had been forced into a corner. Yes, what joy was there in life, and what fear was there in death? Hadn't she fought her way here simply because she'd surpassed her level to kill? She'd fought her way through countless obstacles, and now that saving innocent lives was right before her, how could she give up just because she was weak?
It's just killing people of higher levels, something she does often.
Why give up now because the other party is so strong?
I won't retreat until the enemy retreats! I will advance when the enemy advances! Killing and arson bring gold belts, while the sufferings of ordinary people remain unknown!
After two "clang" sounds, she suddenly felt her heart clear and her mind sober. She opened her eyes and a golden light flashed in her amber eyes. She comprehended a state of mind, which was the meaning of life and death. However, this trace of state of mind was too little and of no use to her. Maybe it would be of some use to her when she cultivated to the great Dao in the future.
Qian Luo woke up with a start, still holding the book of bewitching magic in her hand. She was wondering how she had just ended up in a dead end. This book... was not ordinary.
The cover was made of an extraordinary brown material. It was an ordinary book, unremarkable even if it was thrown on the bookshelf. Yet, it had the power to cause such a powerful attack on her soul, nearly breaking her Dao heart! It was even more powerful than the Trial of the Strange Fire!
The captain of the dragon dance team is only at the 5th level of Qi training. How could he obtain such a book? If the dragon dance team can learn this magic of confusion, does it mean that he has also passed the test of this book cover?
Strange, strange...
Before she could think about it, the book suddenly lit up, a red light appeared, and a small branch appeared out of thin air. It was no different from a normal branch, but it was covered with red light and full of spiritual energy. It was indeed a rare treasure.
It looks like it has the ability to attack the soul. In that case, put it in the storage bag first and make a sneak attack.
It turned out that the key to the bewitching technique was this branch in the book. After becoming a monk, she had acquired a photographic memory, and she quickly memorized the formula in the book, ready to put it into practice.
She tapped the items in her storage bag a few times, thinking about her strategy. After all, she had a tough battle to fight. Bewitching Spell: Soul Bewitching, Nine-Star Bone Crushing Knife: Self-Destruction Attack, Strange Fire: Large-Scale Attack, Jade Orchid Hairpin: Single Combat and Final Defense, Strange Branch: Soul Attack!
After she finished looking at the mine map, she realized that the terrain of the mountains was complex and a careless attack would cause a landslide. If a fight broke out, it would be best to evacuate the ordinary mortals first.
But how can we communicate with mortals?
They were locked up in the mine, working day and night. How could she get in touch with them?
Last but not least, her breath concealment skills were not very good, so why hadn’t the other party discovered her yet?
Could it be that the mine guards had no higher cultivation than hers? Since she hadn't been discovered, she would use her spiritual sense to explore the way.
Qianluo closed her eyes and expanded her spiritual awareness to nine hundred meters, enough to see the situation in the mine.
As night fell, most ordinary people were dressed in rags and went about their daily work with a numb look on their faces. In the devastated mine, when they were hungry, they ate the white porridge distributed by the mine. There were few grains of rice and no meat. When they were tired, they slept wrapped in straw mats and walked barefoot in the gravel-covered mountains. There was no trace of good skin on their feet, which were blue and purple and swollen like steamed buns.
Some old men were still being whipped by low-level cultivators. Because they had to carry low-grade spirit stones all year round, they had to carry bamboo baskets on their backs, which made their bodies bent at ninety degrees. They even curled up when they slept.
"Your life is a waste of food. We're lucky to give you a bite to eat. At your age, you can't even reach the passing line for mining weight. I really don't know what's the point of raising you. It's all thanks to the kindness of our garrison commanders. You should be grateful for the food you eat!"
The old man dared not speak. He could only stretch out his wrinkled hands and bow, then instinctively kneel down and beg for mercy. His cloudy eyes could no longer shed a single tear.
Qianluo didn’t know how many years this mine had existed, but judging from the age of the old man, this mine had existed for at least several decades. If they were sent here in their prime, they would have spent most of their lives here.
There were not only men among them, but also a few women. A group of people were standing there hammering and digging for green ore hidden deep inside the mountain wall. It was clearly a low-grade spirit stone!
They are indeed digging for spiritual mines!
I didn’t expect that there are so many spiritual mines in District 9. The spiritual mines here are enough for the people in District 9 to practice.
The weather is not that cold now, but it is hard to imagine how they would survive if it were a real winter, so Qianluo went forward to check and found a burial ground in the mountain behind them, with corpses exposed in the wilderness.
The corpses were piled high, some with their eyes open, some recently dead and covered in blood, some with bent limbs and horrific deaths, including men, women, young and old.
These monks could clearly use a fireball to cremate the corpses, but he chose to pile up the corpses into a hill to intimidate everyone and tell them that this was the consequence of disobedience.
The evil of human nature is displayed vividly.
Qian Luo took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, suppressing the anger in her heart, and checked the activity center of the Qigong cultivators.
There is a house in the center of the mine. It is not magnificent, but it is definitely a grand hall built with the flesh and blood of ordinary mortals. The room is lit with low-grade spirit stones, and rare jade is used as tables, chairs and benches, and gold and silver are used as cups and utensils, which sparkle under the lights.
Sitting on the top throne was a cultivator with the highest level of cultivation, a cultivator in the late Qi training stage. He had a ferocious appearance and wore a loose robe. From his huge stature, one could tell that he was a figurehead who was lazy and indolent. He was also hugging a middle-aged woman with fair skin and a pretty face, very different from the women working in the mines outside.
The monk pressed her down and forced her to drink. The clear wine overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and the rest slid into her throat. As the strong liquor entered her throat, she couldn't stop coughing.
The woman was extremely reluctant, which drew the dissatisfaction of a seventh-level Qi training cultivator below: "Sun Peilan! If you keep pretending to be a chaste and heroic woman, it will be meaningless!"
"That's right! Serving Master Zhao Yongchao is a lifetime of blessing, yet you're so shameless! If our Master Zhao Yongchao didn't have some feelings for you, you would have been torn to pieces by those little soldiers outside by now!"
"A woman like you who came from a brothel has no spiritual roots and no value in bearing children. You can only mine here and be slaughtered by others. If you were not good-looking and charming, how could you catch the eye of our Lord Zhao Yongchao!"
Zhao Yongchao pretended to be magnanimous and put his arm around the woman's shoulders. "Hey, everyone, don't go too far. Peilan is also missing her daughter, so she became sick with worry."
"Brother Zhao, you are too kind. There are many women like this in brothels. Even if she misses her daughter, she can't refuse your wishes!"
"Besides, her daughter might have been killed in the brothel. How could she have survived to come here?"
There was a monk with a pale face and scholarly appearance below, playing with his calligraphy brush and magical instrument. "Well, you can't say that. If her daughter comes over, wouldn't Brother Zhao be able to share the joy of mother and daughter?"
As soon as he said this, everyone below understood what he meant and laughed out loud. Especially Zhao Yongchao, he seemed to see the beautiful mother and daughter waiting for him in bed, and his mind had already flown away.
However, they didn't understand a mother's heart. Sun Peilan, who was hugged by Zhao Yongchao, had a piercingly cold gaze. She couldn't stop trembling as she listened to the mocking words in her ears. These people deserved to die! They deserved to be killed!
Her daughter Rushuang will not die easily!
Even if she dies, she will take revenge!
She lightly tapped her fingernail, and some cool powder drifted into the wine. She tried to act coquettishly and flatteringly, handed the wine glass to Zhao Yongchao, and spoke softly.
"Brother Zhao, I was distracted just now. I want to apologize to you with this glass of wine."
Beneath the woman's gentleness lies a coldness that kills without shedding blood. With the determination to die, she will poison the person in front of her!
Even if you are a cultivator, you are just a mortal body and cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires and the cycle of life and death!
Tonight is the best time for all the monks to gather together!
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