Chapter 286: Infiltration and Incitement (Seeking Subscriptions)

On the outskirts of Changle City, in the volcanic crater town.

On this day, the many low-level Qi Refining stage cultivators who lived and trained here finished their stuffing-style cultivation, which was meant to last an entire day; their physical states were excellent and their mana circulation was full, but they were mentally exhausted as they returned to their respective lodgings.

For these cannon fodder reserves whose sole occupation was cultivation, the living conditions were actually quite decent; being able to sleep on clean, spacious brick houses with communal beds was much better than the crowded, dirty wooden shacks near the small border towns.

They looked like lifeless walking corpses, carrying their mental exhaustion with them, and as soon as they returned, they lay down straight, not wanting to move at all.

Through the window that had not been closed, volcanic ash was constantly pumped in, and the smell of sulfur was extremely intense; they lay there, letting themselves be blackened, just like strips of smoked bacon.

Suddenly, a man lying face up among them could not help but mutter to himself: "I am truly sick of these days; it's just like being livestock, chickens or ducks, not being treated as a human at all!"

With these words spoken, the lifeless communal room suddenly took on a different atmosphere.

Pairs of eyes turned from dead to alive, moving and rolling, and their breathing was subconsciously held as they listened intently to such rebellious words they dared not say themselves, their hearts unable to help but feel a nervous, stimulating palpitation.

And that man suddenly straightened up and sat up, once again drawing the nervous concern of the crowd.

Seeing him take a deep breath of sulfurous air, he then said viciously: "Living like this every day is simply being a walking corpse, life is worse than death, I have had enough!"

"Then what can we do?"

Someone chimed in at this moment, making this response, which made the others tighten their nerves even more, feeling their hearts thumping, nervous and expectant, yet also uneasy and fearful.

"Of course, we rebel!"

He said it! He actually said it!

Everyone screamed crazily in their hearts.

Then, the thought of rebellion began to burn from the bottom of their hearts like a wildfire, impossible to extinguish.

"But, the deacons and managers are in the Foundation Establishment stage, while we are only in the Qi Refining stage, and we have no extra means; every day is just cultivation and more cultivation, how can we fight them?"

Hearing this was like having a bucket of cold water poured over their heads; the wildfire in everyone's hearts suddenly began to extinguish.

"How can you boost their morale and dampen our own spirit?!"

The one who spoke first became a bit anxious.

"What else? That is just the fact."

"You!"

The one who spoke first was speechless, eyes wide, scanning the surroundings while changing the subject: "If we can't beat them, can't we run? In any case, we cannot continue to be force-fed cultivation like this, waiting in vain to grow fat and be harvested!"

The others' eyes lit up again, finding this very agreeable and feeling a sense of empathy.

The unextinguished sparks burned again, only this time, what was burning was the idea of running away...

Then, that same voice was mercilessly pouring cold water again.

"Where can you run to? The world today is the world of the Immortal Sects; even if you hide in the deep mountains and old forests, you will still be dug out, not to mention we only have two legs to use, while they can control artifacts and fly through the air; how could running possibly be faster than flying?"

That's right!

There is simply nowhere to run, and we can't outrun them!

How could we possibly escape?!

The others were suddenly miserable, closing their eyes one after another, beginning to sigh in grief.

Are you done yet, you bastard? Wouldn't it be fine to just be obedient?!

The one who spoke first was suddenly furious in his heart, but discovering that the atmosphere was decaying rapidly, he immediately stood up and began to wave his arms and shout: "Today, to rebel is to die, and not to rebel is also to die; since that is the case, why cherish life? Why not rebel? It can prove that we also have persistence, courage, and will, and we can leave behind our own hymn!"

The others' moods went through twists and turns, and hearing this, they felt it didn't seem wrong; gritting their teeth, they were just about to respond...

It was that second voice again, arriving right on cue.

"There will be no hymn, because no one will remember, because the outcome will only be to be quickly suppressed, and tomorrow you will be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder, taking a quick, big stride to reach your original terminal station."

"Enough! Then you tell me what to do!"

The one who spoke first had already seen the person who spoke, only feeling desperate and furious, questioning him with evil anger.

The others also looked over at this time, seeing Du En lying with his back to them, not having noticed that there was such a person in their room, and they were similarly waiting for an answer.

"If you want me to say it, it is to delay and wait for change."

"What delay and wait for change? I think it's a load of crap, simply ridiculous!"

"To delay means to drag it out with all your might, cultivate hard, strive to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage to enter the ranks, and then you can go to the inner city to continue cultivating; no matter how force-fed or psychedelic it is, to reach the Golden Core stage, it will take several decades or a hundred years at least, after all, the foundation of aptitude and talent is here, and after those years, who knows what the situation will change into; perhaps cannon fodder will no longer be needed; this is what it means to delay and wait for change."

"Hiss!"

The one who spoke first could not help but secretly gasp.

Because this person actually spoke with some reason, although in reality, it was also extremely ridiculous.

Wanting change in several decades or a hundred years?

Keep dreaming!

This situation has been maintained for nearly ten thousand years; your several decades or a hundred years is simply the perspective of a mortal ant, completely ridiculous!

But truth be told, the emotions of the others had indeed changed because of this, and the atmosphere from just before had basically dissipated; this was the reason he secretly gasped—the hearts of the people could no longer be used!

So his expression immediately sank, and he couldn't help but speak: "Is delaying for several decades or a hundred years useful? I tell you, it is completely useless; it would be better to listen to me, stage a mutiny before the battle, and defect to the Fudong Immortal Sect!"

"And then either be wiped out directly by the great cultivators guarding the formation, or be draped in animal skins by the Fudong Immortal Sect and turned into something neither human nor demon?"

The others listened to these words, their moods rising and falling, but they were not fools after all; at this moment, they already felt something was clearly wrong, and began to curl up their bodies, sticking close to the walls, carefully avoiding him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The one who spoke first, that infiltrator of the Fudong Immortal Sect, was so angry at this moment that if it weren't for the need to act covertly, he would definitely have used his magic to blast this place to pieces!

Talking to you ants was already a great favor, and you actually don't know how to be grateful and obediently be incited by me; this is truly an unforgivable sin!

Thus, unable to see through Du En's background, he still thought about completing his mission, so he strode forward, his face covered in frost as he came to Du En's side, grabbed him, and lifted him up, intending to teach this clear-headed guy a harsh lesson before continuing to incite the others.

"You bastard, give me..."

Before he could finish his big talk, he, who was full of anger, was grabbed by Du En in return, his neck twisted with a snap, and he immediately went limp, just like an infant in a deep sleep.

The total number of monthly tickets for the main site last month was 382, the bonus chapter point was at 226, and according to the rule of adding a chapter for every 300 tickets, the first bonus chapter point for this month is at 144.

As of the publication of this chapter, the average subscription is at 310, which has increased but seems unable to go up, and it is still a distance away from the bonus chapter point of every 500 average subscriptions; this is because there are too many chapters updated every day, so I plan to reduce the 10,000-word five-chapter update to a 10,000-word two-chapter update; if those of you who have read to this point have no objections, I will start updating this way from tomorrow, and I hope for your understanding.

(End of chapter)