Of course, if you have enough resources, you can achieve great things, but most ordinary people have mediocre talents and are difficult to get started with martial arts, and there are no resources for cultivation. Therefore, they can only be said to be vulgar and incompetent in their lives.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, they are pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep. They slaughter them without any psychological burden at all."

Liu Yazhi sneered, and said something a little rebellious, "That period was a very comfortable era. A sect could control a range of hundreds of miles. A swordsman controlled many villages. People who had never practiced martial arts, and no matter how many people were, it would be for nothing. It can be said that as long as you become a warrior, you can do whatever you want."

Chen Yu could understand Liu Yazhi's words because he mastered the oppression of the indigenous people by the colonists who had mastered the muskets.

"But there are always some rebellious people in this world who think that everyone is human, why do those who have no talent become two-legged sheep?

Some people want to use waste, some people want to open up new ways, and some people... just want to leave a chance for their descendants to resist. Some people have even stranger ideas.

So, some people studied whether they could use these people, and then... someone created the Magic Sect."

...

Thousands of miles away, outside the Huang Dahu’s fort.

The refugee leader looked at the dozen men in black cloaks in front of him, and shook his head with a wry smile.

The person who came was not from the fort, but from a nearby village. He knew one of the young men. He seemed to be in a good condition. What did he do? Did he fight for power and profit because he killed his family while fighting for water?

"We are not here to take revenge, but we will give you a chance."

The person who spoke was an old man with white beard and a young man in his fifties, he took out a wooden box and put it in front of the group of refugees.

"I am an elder of the Taishang Ganxing Sect, someone called the Holy Sect.

Our Holy Gate has a secret technique that allows ordinary people to quickly gain power.

This is a pill, which is filled with a worm. After taking it, it can make people extremely powerful and invulnerable, and turn from an ordinary person to a strong man.”

He clapped his hands, and the young man beside him waved his fist, punched a huge rock into two pieces, and then he let someone slash his skin with one knife, leaving only a white mark.

"Your Excellency, since this thing is so good, why don't you take it?"

The person who spoke was the refugee leader, his smile was very bitter. Not long ago, his father and two brothers died in battle under the dock.

"My sect, the Taishang Ganxing Sect, has achieved spiritual cultivation. It is also selected from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and deaths everywhere.

Unfortunately, this kind of worm is too terrible. Once the disciples who have worked hard to train, it would be great if they can survive in ten. The one who survived still hates the sect to the core. Of course, I can understand this emotion. Who told me to take this risk? I will definitely kill his whole family after I finish my mission.

However, you are different. You are in a desperate situation now. If we don’t help you, you will die.

You people have experienced such a long time of suffering, torture, hunger, and fear. Most of you have been tortured into useless people, but there are also a very small number of people whose souls are stronger and more brilliant.

I'll give you a chance. Even if you die, you won't blame us. Now, who would like to take the pill?"

There was silence in the field. Refugees look at me and I look at you.
Chapter completed!