Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path -
Chapter 613 - 499 Ambushed + - 500 Ambush
Chapter 613: Chapter 499 Ambushed + Chapter 500 Ambush
Chapter 499: Under Attack + Chapter 500: Ambush
"Come, come, no need to be polite. Although the spiritual energy here is much sparser compared to the Heavenly Cave Blessed Land, we lack nothing when it comes to worldly pleasures."
Zhou Ping’an kept urging everyone to drink.
The wine was a tribute from Yuntai Town, called "Red Cherry Blossom Wine." No one knew how it was made, but it had a crisp and sweet taste.
Aside from not being very potent, Zhou Ping’an even felt it was better than any sweet wine or red wine from modern society.
Ever since that day he swore brotherhood with Bai He and invited him over to the Xinyuan for a banquet, he had noticed that although Bai He still behaved with the composure of a master at times, he did have one major flaw—he couldn’t resist tasty food.
With the thought that he still needed this "second brother" to protect and conquer the world for him, Zhou Ping’an naturally wouldn’t skimp. He thus ordered his fellow disciples to prepare a feast with delectable dishes and fine wines and to dine with Bai He for several meals.
Moreover, he took the opportunity to inquire about some internal matters of the Heavenly Cave Blessed Land.
As Bai He reached out with his chopsticks to try the Five Mandarin Duck Treasures, he couldn’t stop eating. "Mmm, delicious..."
After taking a sip of the Red Cherry Blossom Wine, he looked to the sky, sighed, and tears streamed down his face.
’That delicious, really?’
Zhou Ping’an was astonished, wondering if the chef had outdone himself today.
After a taste, he found it no different from usual, and his look toward Bai He turned a bit perplexed.
It seemed that other than abundant spiritual energy and plentiful Precious Medicine for cultivation, the Blessed Land Heavenly Cave was hardly an ideal place.
The bits and pieces he coaxed out of Bai He were probably not made up.
Just look at how hungry this child is.
According to Bai He, in the Blessed Land Heavenly Cave occupied by the Cloud Water Sect, they were not the only dominant force. They used Spirit Stones and to earn them, for a full meal, some female Martial Cultivators would even sell their bodies. Otherwise, they would starve to death.
Some Cultivators, even if they reached the Foundation Path Realm, still had to mine for powerful families.
Among the Cultivators, deadly fights were common, and the losers would become slaves, never free again.
Additionally, demons ran wild, and the human Cultivators spent most of their time at a disadvantage.
"Enjoy as much as you like."
Zhou Ping’an finally understood why Bai He, despite being a great master, had desperately sought to form a brotherly bond with him, throwing all caution to the wind.
’He must have cultivated some technique that allows him to see Qi Fortune; that explains it.’
"Brother doesn’t know, since being kicked out and hunted down, I haven’t enjoyed a good meal in a long time. Barely obtaining a Treasure, I traded for the privilege of coming to the mortal world. Now, I fear I’m still hiding in Desolate Eastern City, living a hard life uncomfortably."
"Desolate Eastern City?"
"That city isn’t large, governed by the ancestor of the Huang Family, Huang Dongliu, who is quite the strict ruler. The lives of the citizens within are very arduous. That’s not the worst of it—the main issue is that every so often, we have to fend against attacks from the Desolate Eastern Demon Sect, the Blood Sect...
Before coming here, I overheard some news that Huang Dongliu had secretly relocated his promising descendants, making preparations for the city’s fall."
"In such circumstances, he still coaxes us Foundation Path Martial Cultivators to defend the city with our lives. It’s clear to imagine what his intentions are."
"Isn’t it said that many ancestors from our Cloud Water Sect reside there? Could it be that they each stand their ground and don’t support each other?"
Zhou Ping’an was greatly surprised.
"Brother doesn’t know, a thousand years ago, those ancestors would watch over each other and join forces against enemies. However, as time passed and they bore families, each fighting for their resources, they grew somewhat dishonorable towards each other...
Now, how many remember their original vows? Perhaps only heaven knows."
Bai He didn’t seem too keen to speak more about his background.
Zhou Ping’an didn’t press further.
He only inquired about the strength of various Sects and Factions and the demon forces within the Heavenly Cave Blessed Land and then refrained from probing too deeply.
It was different from what he had imagined about the Heavenly Cave Blessed Land.
To Zhou Ping’an, it appeared to be a semi-closed miniature world.
Aside from the rich spiritual energy allowing for more powerful martial capabilities, it seemed quite similar to the pattern of this world.
The strong towered above, while the commoners were like ants.
Those with talent were fiercely vied over by Sects, while those without were consigned to be slaves and tools for production, serving the powerful generation after generation.
’Indeed, when great power is concentrated in an individual, and the strong have long lifetimes, the people become no better than pigs and dogs, with no chance of ever turning the tables.’
With that thought, the Great Yu World seemed somewhat more benevolent to ordinary people.
At least uprisings happened every so often, changing dynasties and holding the higher-ups from becoming too reckless.
Of course, this situation was based on the millennium cycle of the Spirit Tide. If spiritual energy was constant, this world might not differ much from the "Heavenly Cave Blessed Land" Bai He described.
It would become a land of utter despair, void of hope.
"By the way, about this Desolate Eastern City you mentioned—around how many people live there?"
"There should be as many as thirty thousand Martial Cultivators if you count those in the Mortal Refining Stage. Ordinary citizens, there should be seventy to eighty thousand—not right, with the occasional visiting trading caravans and people migrating from other places, there should be a hundred thousand ordinary mortals."
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