Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 673 Difficulty
He told the accompanying demon tribe that if they wanted to find the true genius of their clan, it was not enough to rely on the children with spiritual roots sent by the inferior tribes. There might be omissions. They had to truly integrate into the clan as inferior tribes and stay in each village for a few days before they could find clues.

The demon clan members accompanying him thought to themselves, could this clan member be mentally ill?
Isn't this just eating without suffering?

After all, you are also a member of the family, and you have escaped from the status of a lowly clan and are trusted by the master.

According to the style of the demon clan, if they see a villain they like, can’t they just take him away?

Why go through so much trouble?

The Thousand Faced Judge was influenced by Lu Ye and was also quite capable. As he spoke, a golden elixir magic weapon slipped down his sleeve into the other party's hand.

"Actually, I'll tell you the truth."

"I still have some selfish thoughts."

"You also know that our clan has neither the identity of a human nor a demon, which makes us feel awkward."

"For example, the matter of marrying a wife."

"The demon race is not good enough, and the ordinary lowly races look down on them."

"Don't think that even though I have achieved divine enlightenment, I still cannot find a suitable marriage partner and I don't even have a child."

"So, while I am doing this job for the master, I will carefully select a good-looking woman from the lowly village, and one with spiritual roots, so that she can bear children for me."

"In this way, my family can become a family of dependents, and serve the master as a servant for generations."

The demon was overjoyed after receiving the gift and said, "Brother, why didn't you say so earlier?"

It’s just thinking about women, no big deal.

You can choose whatever you want. You like playing with your identity, right? Brother, I will definitely cooperate with you.

By the way, I have a girl at home, would you like to consider her?

The Thousand-Faced Judge hurriedly rejected the other party, saying that how could he dare to marry someone of his status?

No matter how high the cultivation level of the clan members is, they are still three levels lower when facing the demon clan.

This is the rule and cannot be broken. The demon leader felt very sorry after hearing this and did not want to miss out on such a generous and highly skilled brother-in-law.

He confirmed again and again, knowing that the Thousand Faced Judge really had no intention of marriage, so he had to give up.

So Lu Ye and Ma Wujiang spent the whole day drinking and having fun. Occasionally, they would go out together in a car to hunt, or fight with the monsters around them whom they had long disliked. It was quite cool.

Lu Ye said that since this was the last leg of the trip, it was rare for him and Brother Shi to have such a tacit understanding, the longer he stayed, the more comfortable he felt. He really didn't want to return to the tribe right away and shamelessly wanted to stay for a few more months.

Of course Ma Wujiang agreed. He patted his chest and guaranteed that my home is your home. It would not be a problem for you to stay here for a few months, even for a few years.

Recently, with the presence of brother Yuan Banshan, he feels that his mood is much better, his emotional value is at its maximum every day, and even his cultivation has improved faster.

As a result, the two demons became more and more attached to each other, and consumed a lot of wine.

The Thousand-Faced Judge changed his appearance again, concealed his cultivation, and plunged into the hundreds of human villages below.

Several months passed like this.

That day, Lu Ye returned home drinking as usual.

The Thousand-Faced Judge stopped him and spoke in a low voice, clearly suppressing his excitement.

"Brother Dao, it's time for us to set off."

"I can't wait even a day."

"So many Fire Transmission disciples fell on the road."

"How can we waste our time here?"

Seeing that he seemed to be greatly stimulated, Lu Ye immediately said "okay, okay" in a gentle voice, and then injected some magic power into him to help him concentrate and calm his mind.

After a while, the Thousand-Faced Judge calmed down, smiled bitterly and said that I had lost my composure.

Lu Ye asked, "Brother, have you found the traces of the disciples we sent out to spread the fire?"
The Thousand-Faced Judge nodded heavily, sighed, and then spoke slowly.

Brother Lu, this place is thousands of miles away from my master's forest, but it's still relatively close, and it's not considered a powerful city. I have found traces left by several disciples who passed on the fire here.

Lu Ye's heart sank when he heard this. When he used the word "before death", did it mean that the person was gone?

It has been fifty years since the fire was passed on. The first batch had about two thousand people. Later, Master Si Lin settled down and initially recuperated and accumulated strength.

Thirty years ago, more than sixty fire bearers were sent out every year, and now more than two thousand people have been sent out in total.

In this way, four thousand torch bearers have rushed to the five continents, but no one knows how many of them can truly pass on the torch.

Now, the Thousand-Faced Judge has spent several months searching Ma Wujiang's territory, and as a result, all his disciples have become "dead". Lu Ye also frowned.

The Thousand-Faced Judge calmed down his emotions and briefly recounted his experiences over the past few months.

He sneaked into the human village as a refugee and found out a lot about the real situation of the human tribe at that time.

Ma Wujiang did not lie about this.

Maybe because his clan doesn’t eat meat, they haven’t developed the habit of eating two-legged sheep... He doesn’t even eat real sheep, let alone fake sheep?

In addition, no matter whether his ancestor was Kunpeng's mount or the hard-working horse that pulled the cart, he left him a very rich fortune.

When Ma Wujiang's dead father migrated here, he had few demon tribes under his command, and since there were few demon populations, he did not exploit the slaves of the inferior tribes too much.

Therefore, by some strange coincidence, the human villages under Ma Wujiang's command were relatively well off, especially compared with the brutal demon lords nearby.

This ugly, long-faced horse demon actually has a very high reputation among the lower tribes, and many villagers even have tablets of him in their homes.

It is said that happiness comes from comparison.

The villagers of the human village under Ma Wujiang's command actually found joy in the midst of hardship and felt happy by comparison.

Although our master is a demon, he treats us like talking slaves like cattle and horses, making us work day and night, and sometimes when he gets angry, he will kill a demon to vent his anger.

But our population as a whole has not decreased, and few people have been eaten, so we are living a good life!

If the villagers still have any extravagant hopes.

That is to hope that there will be a child with spiritual roots among their own offspring, so that they can be given to the demon master as a follower and escape from the status of slavery.

Although it seems that the dependents have never repaid the mother clan.

But if the child does well, the parents will also feel proud, right?
In this atmosphere, the human race under Ma Wujiang have firmly established themselves as slaves, while the human race under the command of the surrounding demon lords want to be slaves but cannot, and are in a weird state of being worse off.

The Thousand-Faced Judge sneaked into the village under an assumed name and found that these fellow tribesmen had heads as hard as stones and were very stubborn - wasn't it natural for them to be slaves to the demon master?

Having a good master like Ma Wujiang is a blessing from God, so why should I be unsatisfied?

After several turns, the Thousand-Faced Judge discovered the traces left by the previous Fire Transmission Disciple.

For example, in one village, on the stone wall of a private prison set up by the villagers, there were traces of human characters created by the Lingyun Sect. There were only a few hundred blurred characters, which were so badly damaged that they could barely be recognized as the fragments of the Lingyun Sect's introductory exercises.

The villagers said that it was left behind by a crazy refugee from outside. He had only lived here for a few days when he said he wanted to teach some skills, writings, and classics, in order to make the human race realize the reality of being exploited, learn skills, and accumulate strength.

The skills can be used to cultivate immortality and make the human race stronger.

Words can record all the lessons learned from history.

Classics teach people etiquette and understand shame, and pass on civilization.

Such foolish talk is so hilarious that it's almost killing me.

Our ancestors have been slaves of the demon clan. We are illiterate, don't know how to cultivate immortality, and don't have any classics, but we haven't seen all of them die out.

Can cultivating immortals make people powerful? There were children with spiritual roots in the village before, but they became members of the clan. If they continue to cultivate immortals, can they be stronger than the demon clan masters?

It is enough to learn some basic martial arts so that you can hunt wild beasts outside without being harassed by them.

Learning to record history in writing?

We use knotted ropes to record events, and the experience passed down by our ancestors is to keep a low profile, just like the weeds, which are weak and soft. Don’t you see that those towering trees have been struck by lightning and cut down, but the weeds are still alive and well?

Can a few thousand square words buy me three meals a day?

As for classics, they help people gain wisdom and understand etiquette.

Can this thing stop natural disasters and man-made disasters? Can it stop the swords and guns wielded by the demon masters when they are in a bad mood?
I am so poor that I can't even afford to wear pants, so how can I bear to use paper and animal skins to record these useless things?

So, what's the point of learning these things such as the written books on cultivating immortality?

Lu Ye asked with a frown.

"So what happened to this disciple?"

The Thousand-Faced Judge sighed.

This disciple came with great hope to spread the fire, but he found that everyone in this human village was numb. He made arduous preparations, forced the villagers to learn writing, wanted to teach them martial arts and magic, and was ready to tell the villagers about the brutality of the demon race.

But it was completely useless for these numb villagers.

It is said that this village has a history of thousands of years, with rules passed down from generation to generation, and several village elders hold real power.

Based on the experience passed down by their ancestors, they believed that as long as they were weak and docile enough and did not anger the demon master, they would be able to survive.

The village elders restricted people's thoughts, causing these humans to completely lose their spirit of resistance.

Therefore, the enthusiasm of the disciples who passed on the teachings of fire could not warm the cold that had accumulated over the years.

He came to spread the fire, but was treated as a weirdo and a madman, and was besieged by the village elders. They wanted to deal with it internally and pretended to want to learn the law, but ended up using something like the magic grass to make him knock out and locked him up in a private jail, preparing to end his life so that he would not bring harm to the village.

That disciple was probably just a fake spiritual root, and his cultivation was shallow so he fell into the trap. Fortunately, he knew magic after all and woke up early. Then, he left words of his past experiences on the wall in anger, broke free from his restraints and escaped to the next place to pass on the fire.

As for the words he left behind, most of them were scraped off at random because the villagers and the monsters could not understand them. Only a few fragments were left, and the events could be inferred based on the context.

The Thousand Faces Judge changed his appearance and sneaked into many villages under Ma Wujiang's command.

It was discovered that in the past thirty years or so, there have been about three or four disciples who wanted to pass on the fire here, but all failed.

One of the disciples was not alert enough. After being harmed by the villagers once, he did not run away and even wanted to influence these villagers.

As a result, he was reported to the higher authorities for being weird and crazy, and affecting the stability of the village. The demons came and killed him brutally without asking any reason.

Just like killing the sick chickens in the flock.

The results of the hard work of several disciples were almost zero.

The Thousand-Faced Judge sighed.

"For these three or four disciples to make it here, there must be more than a dozen of them who died in various accidents along the way."

"I finally managed to sneak into the village, but in the end I was left alone."

“It’s really discouraging.”

Lu Ye nodded.

"Brother Dao, we anticipated this from the beginning."

"It is difficult to spread the fire. Not only is the journey dangerous, but even when we get there, it will be difficult to successfully awaken the human race."

"These villagers have been tamed so much that they have become wet grass and wet firewood. Nothing but a blazing fire can ignite them."

"How can a tiny spark make it burn?"

"It's only natural that it's this difficult. Otherwise, why would we pass on the fire?"

"It's not all bad news, is it?"

The Thousand-Faced Judge was shocked.

He said that's exactly how it is.

Ma Wujiang gained nothing here. The demon leader he met felt that all his hard work was in vain. After all, he couldn't save face by accepting a spiritual weapon.

So he told him that he was familiar with the demon leaders who were actually in charge of several surrounding territories. If he was willing to spend spirit stones to clear the way, he could actually infiltrate the villages under the rule of other lords to find suitable candidates.

Just pick it and take it away.

Anyway, in this era, the human race is like weeds on the roadside. The demons don’t care about life and death. If the demons in charge don’t say anything, the demon masters above will not know.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was startled, so he used the spiritual stones and spiritual weapons in his storage bag to clear a way and simply ran through the territories of the surrounding demon lords.

As for the neighbors around Ma Wujiang, none of them are nice to humans, no matter what their reputation is among the monsters.

There is a tribe of monsters called centipedes. They love to eat humans. They keep eating them and prefer tender meat. The human villages under their command are being eaten so much that the population is decreasing year by year and people are constantly fleeing.

There is a female rabbit monster in the monster tribe. It has a very good reputation among the monster tribes around it. This rabbit monster is a good monster because it does not fight. However, it has one bad point: it is too fertile and has an amazing reproductive capacity. It has a lot of rabbits and grandchildren, and it spoils its offspring.

These rabbits ate the human villagers under their command like snacks, causing the number of people under their command to decrease continuously. However, the Rabbit King did not care at all, as he was only afraid that his own offspring would be wronged.

He would rather spend spirit stones to purchase slaves from outside to supplement the number of people under his command than let his descendants go without a bite.

There is also the Zhongshan Wolf from the demon tribe. This demon is well-educated and knows how to manage. He knows that the slaves under his command create wealth for him and he cannot kill them at will.

But there can't be too many of them. With so many mouths to feed, the territory is limited and cannot be expanded indefinitely. If the slaves eat too much, won't the demon master be at a loss?
So in addition to daily taxes, a blood tax was invented, requiring the human villages below to pay taxes with their lives.

You can’t have too many children, but you can’t have no children either. If you don’t have children, you’ll die anyway.

For every birth, one life must be exchanged for one's death, and for every death, one must be born. In order to control the population size and keep it unchanged all year round, the human villages under his command were forced to welcome a new birth and see off an old one, and to hold weddings and funerals all year round.

Other weird demon masters are different from each other, but the common point is that they treat their human slaves as weeds and trample and ravage them at will.

Some human beings in these villages were unwilling to accept the consequences and had to become refugees, fleeing to Ma Wujiang's territory.

The Thousand-Faced Judge discovered traces of the Lingyun Sect's Fire Passer in the surrounding human villages.

Some villages learned martial arts routines, the Lingyun Sect's Thirty-Six Moves of Free-Hand Fighting, and there were many martial arts saints and masters; they also learned characters, although not many, only less than a thousand words, and it seemed that there was an error in the learning process somewhere, and some characters were missing strokes and were wrong, but it was enough to remember.

There were also a few young men who could not hide from the careful Thousand Faces Judge. It was obvious that they had spiritual roots and had learned the Lingyun Sect's immortal cultivation techniques.

Moreover, the villagers know how to hide the secrets of the demon clan from their superiors and keep their mouths shut to their peers. Outsiders with unknown origins are kept under close watch and are absolutely not allowed to discover the secrets of the village.

If the Thousand-Faced Judge had not reached the level of a spirit being, had a strong spiritual awareness, and was not willing to investigate, it would have been extremely difficult for the careless demon tribe to find any traces.

Lu Ye said with emotion, "Brother, you see, our efforts are not in vain."

In the surrounding villages, the seeds of fire had clearly been spread.

Bring hope in the midst of turmoil and light a fire in the darkness.

The fire is small and weak now, and a gust of wind could put it out, but the seeds of change have been planted.

Perhaps a gust of wind will blow, and the sparks will scatter, endlessly.

The Thousand-Faced Judge nodded and concluded that these villages could be roughly divided into two categories.

The human race in Ma Wujiang's territory has become slaves for a long time, and their slave mentality has increased greatly, making it extremely difficult to change them. If you try to spread the fire, they will instead want to drag you down with them.

The human beings in the territories around him wanted to be slaves but failed, so they gave it their all and dared to learn and change.

(End of this chapter)