I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 338 Purgatory Created
As the circular light spell rose higher, the composed cultivator's gaze was not on the civilians who were rising up in resistance, but rather focused on the more peaceful area.

Although it appeared calm and undisturbed, he could still see the faint ghostly aura even through the Circular Light Technique.

Elsewhere, this ghostly aura has been obscured by the powerful blood and qi of the hordes of third-rate martial artists, but here, the ghostly aura remains clearly visible.

"Illusion... it actually covered the entire city of Yuta. Such a powerful spirit can be so pure, it's simply unbelievable!"

The composed cultivator was completely baffled as to how Feng Xue had managed to tame such a powerful spirit. Even if she had used her obsession, the sheer size of the spirit would make it difficult for an un-entered cultivator to form a spiritual bond with it.

If it is cultivated later in life, then it is even more outrageous. Even fierce generals and ghosts who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood during those war-torn years would take decades to grow to this size if they ate their fill. Feng Xue has not yet entered the Dao and is still very young. Even if she were raised from the womb, she could not grow to this size!
However, his doubts didn't last long, not because they were resolved, but because an even bigger doubt arose—

That spirit fed one to a commoner...

"Imperial Dew?!"

At this moment, the composed cultivator almost punched a hole through the ceiling with his forehead. Good heavens, if he remembered correctly, today is not yet the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, is it?

For demons, the Emperor's Dew is an opportunity, but for human cultivators, it is nothing more than an astronomical phenomenon. It is not that the steady cultivators have not seen the Emperor's Dew falling before, but it is precisely because they have seen it that they are sure that they have not seen it wrong.

"So, the act of scattering beans to form an army is actually a way of using imperial favor to enlighten the ignorant masses?"

The steady cultivator felt that something was wrong, but he also felt that there was no problem. It was just that it was said that the Yellow Turban Army was in the year of Jiazi, so why was there the Imperial Dew in the year of Gengshen?

Yes, this year is also the Year of the Snake (乙巳年)...

Just when the steady cultivator felt he needed to relearn his numerology, calendar system, mathematics, and astrology, a new change occurred in the commoner who had received the Emperor's Elixir.

First, his originally depleted vital energy was replenished by some kind of power. Second, his spirit began to improve visibly. After a while, his walking, sitting and lying down seemed to have a certain degree of discipline. In the blink of an eye, he had actually grasped the vital energy and entered the realm of a third-rate martial artist!

"Does this method... have no drawbacks at all?"

At this moment, the composed cultivator felt that even his understanding of the principles of cultivation was being challenged. In his experience, this kind of quick method must come at some price. Even if it didn't burn his soul, it should at least result in the loss of his lifespan.

However, his aura-gazing technique couldn't detect anything unusual about them.

It's not that he pities these Japanese people. Putting aside the fact that the two countries are at war, even without exploitation, these people wouldn't live for more than a few years. The problem is that this doesn't make sense!
In modern terms, it's like a car that doesn't need charging or refueling, can travel hundreds of kilometers, and even generate hundreds of kilowatt-hours of electricity—it's just as absurd.

And more importantly… “If the Shenxiao Sect really knows this magic, then were Guo Jing's Six Armor Divine Soldiers also real? But the humiliation of Jingkang…”

The composed cultivator realized that it would be impolite to think about it any further. What if there had been a master in the Jin Kingdom back then?
However, the steady cultivator also noticed that as these commoners gained power, the power of their will also flow. However, the power that should have risen into the sky to interact with the illusory gods was not reduced at all, and even increased and had an effect on themselves.

"So that's how it is. Is it through the bestowal of power by a illusory god? That makes sense." The composed cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to mend his nearly shattered worldview.

"Um, should we notify the back home?" The young cultivator's tone was somewhat weak. Before the more composed cultivator could speak, the brokerage manager interjected:
"Of course we need to notify them, but we also need to report the situation here truthfully. How to proceed depends on the decisions of those grandmasters; we have no right to make decisions for them."

……

The cultivators in the Central Plains were making urgent contact, while the people of Japan were already in a frenzy of killing. Feng Xue did not provide them with any theoretical guidance or impart any advanced ideas to them. He did not intend to interfere with other people's choices; he only gave them the opportunity to choose, nothing more.

However, once the lower classes gain power, their minds, lacking knowledge and ideological armament, often resort to violence. They take to the streets, shouting slogans of "divine retribution," storm into the homes of the Chinese, take their lives, plunder their wealth, and humiliate their women... just as they had done in the past.

The once high and mighty Hua clan was slaughtered indiscriminately. The carefully trained guards and thugs were powerless to turn the tide due to their overwhelming numbers. Even the contemporary sword saint, without the blessing of breaking through the level of life, finally fell to the hail of blades after killing dozens of people.

An eye for an eye, revenge is recognized and even celebrated everywhere, especially in Japan, a land that admires living life to the fullest (like a firecracker in the summer).

For such behavior, the Japanese people not only did not impose karmic consequences, but instead recognized it; the flow of fortune is the best proof of this.

This is the principle of "the inferior overthrowing the superior," where the successful can seize everything from the superior!
However, the number of Chinese people under Youta is ultimately limited, while the number of people oppressed by them is many times greater, perhaps hundreds or thousands of times greater.
The prey was gradually becoming insufficient to go around.

And so, everything fell into place.

The swords that were originally aimed at enemies began to be pointed at all the Chinese, then at the relatively well-off middle class, and finally at their own kind who had become rich through plunder.

Indiscriminate slaughter began. The bloodthirsty poor, relying on the power bestowed by the Dragon King, engaged in indiscriminate brawls. Those who remained rational had already taken their wealth and families and hidden themselves away in their original homes, places where they had no wealth and would never be targeted.

The entire Yuta has entered a battle royale mode. Under the winner-takes-all mentality of Japan, even the power of will is inherited by the victor.

In other words, as these bloodthirsty poor people begin to plunder each other, they will gradually discover that they are becoming stronger!
As the creator of this hell on earth, Feng Xue calmly looked at the table listed by Xiao Lingdang, marked the outstanding techniques, and carried out further integration and deduction.

"Collecting data like this is a bit of a waste. I wonder when the cultivators from Japan will be able to get back!"

(End of this chapter)