Can love influence them?

"How well do you have to do to get this promotion?"

“At least, we need to produce ten times more than others, and do it for more than a year.”

"You mean, we need to produce ten times more than the hard-working people we have now?"

Xuan Yangzi pointed at a child in disbelief, pushing a cart with a pile of spiritual jade stones that was five or six times taller than him, and asked:

"If this kid continues like this for a year, can he be promoted?"

"This one……"

"Don't try to deceive me. I'll ask these miners again."

"Can't, can't, can't!"

The six people immediately shook their heads and said:

"This kid is just below average. He won't be promoted after working like this for a year."

"Can't you get promoted if you work like this for a year?"

Xuan Yangzi frowned and said angrily:

"So your so-called promotion is just to make fun of these people? You don't even want to pay them any compensation, right? "

"Please calm down, Immortal."

The six people wanted to cry but had no tears:

"Goddess, this is all arranged by the higher-ups. We are also workers, not much better than them."

"Humph."

Xuan Yangzi thought about it and felt that there was really no point in making things difficult for these people, so he asked doubtfully:

"Isn't Cheng Yang a Super Saint? He is so strong. Instead of hiring thousands of human realm masters, why doesn't he go to the mine himself? Wouldn't Super Saints be more efficient in mining?"

"My Lord, the masters have to enjoy life. Sometimes they are too lazy to even walk, and rely on servants to carry the sedan chair and wander around to visit other people's homes all day long, even if they can fly."

The six people shrank their heads, and sighed as if they were complaining:

"Secondly, the environment of the Lingyu Stone Mine is not good. Frequent contact with the mine will cause skin ulcers. The Super Saints can't do anything about it. It's best not to come. If they come, these noble masters will take all kinds of precautions to protect their skin."

“Third, some people come to Jade City, but they don’t know how to make pills or provide exercises. They don’t have a place to do business and pay taxes, so they can only stay in Jade City by doing this kind of work.”

"That's it..."

Xuan Yangzi thought about it:

"wrong."

"I can understand the first two reasons."

Xuan Yangzi frowned and asked:

"But the treatment at the mine is so bad, why do they want to stay in Yucheng? They haven't even received any compensation, do you think I'm stupid?"

"There is no immortal, we swear there is absolutely no immortal!"

"You must be lying to me!"

Xuan Yangzi raised his hand, grasped the golden thunder, and said with murderous eyes:

"You must have forcibly abducted these people, forced them to surrender with force, and forced them to work like slaves here!"

"No, Immortal! Really not!"

The six people cried:

"These people are really shameless. They shamelessly came to Yucheng to work as laborers and refused to leave no matter what!"

"Are you still lying to me?"

"Really? If you don't believe me, you can go ask them yourself!"

Xuan Yangzi looked at the six people in confusion, extinguished the golden thunder in his hand, and thought:

Even at this point, they still insist on such absurd statements. Is it true?

"Just stay still."

Xuan Yangzi left the six people behind, taking only Yingcai and Bai Julian with him, and flew to an old man.

The old man had just come out of the mine, pushing a cart full of spiritual jade stones, his back covered with festering wounds and gray dust.

Only the pile of spiritual jade stones on the car were shining and as white as jade.

"Old man, I have something to ask you."

The old man was pushing the cart when suddenly a man landed beside him and asked:

"Are you working here voluntarily?"

"Oh, yes."

The old man glanced at Xuan Yangzi weakly, looking at the other party's clean Xuanhuang Taoist robe, and thought jealously:

Where did this noble young man come from and why is he wandering around the mine?

"why?"

Xuan Yangzi was very puzzled and asked:

"Working in this mine is so tiring, and you have so many festering wounds on your body. Why don't you run away and find a piece of farmland to plant? It will be more comfortable than working here."

"Oh, Master, you are born into a noble family, have a famous teacher, a great realm and skills, and a deep family background, so you can speak so easily."

The old man shook his head and said:

"What do you mean by just finding a piece of land to plant? It's not that simple. If you don't have any strength outside, a random cultivator passing by can destroy your family and kill everyone in your family."

"For example, that Sword Demon, how powerful is she? For ordinary people like us, any cultivator out there is almost the same as her. Whether we can survive depends entirely on the mood of the cultivator passing by."

"Recently, the cultivation world has been in a state of panic because of the Sword Demon. We ordinary people have actually been living this way for millions of years!"

The old man sighed and said:

"At least I can have a meal in Yucheng. If I do well, I can become a supervisor. As a supervisor, I can practice martial arts. If I am not good enough, I can turn my life around. It is a hundred times better than the outside world!"

Chapter 59

Xuan Yangzi was speechless after hearing this, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this made sense.

"Master, please make way. I still have work to do."

The old man pushed the cart and went away gradually.

Xuan Yangzi fell into deep thought. The harsh living environment in the world of cultivation was beyond his imagination.

Why do I feel like it wasn't like this before?

Xuan Yangzi wondered:

Back then, my family of three were all farmers. My master passed by and accepted me as his disciple, and also helped take care of my parents from beginning to end.

Has the trend in the world of cultivation changed, or has it always been like this?

Could it be that my master took too good care of me and I was only focused on cultivation, so I only discovered the cruelty of the world of cultivation today?

This matter is too complicated and Xuan Yangzi can’t figure it out for the time being.

"Send the letter first."

Xuan Yangzi flew back to the six people and asked:

"Is there a man named 9523 here? I have a letter for him."

"So the Immortal is here to look for someone."

Seeing Xuan Yangzi let go of his murderous intent, the six people breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"There is a sound transmission room in the mine. The Immortal only needs to go there and shout 9523 to come over. If there is a person with work number 9523, he will naturally report to the sound transmission room."

Xuan Yangzi followed their gaze and saw a small house located on a high loess plateau in the mining area.

Just when Xuan Yangzi was about to go forward, a shrill scream suddenly came from the mine nearby.

Not long ago.

A man, wielding a long whip, whipped a little boy hard, cursing:

"I told you not to be lazy! Who told you to rest? Hurry up and get up and continue transporting ore!"

The boy's back was beaten to pieces and blood. He covered his shoulder in pain and fell to the ground crying.

"I told you to cry your ass off!"

The man kicked him mercilessly. He was obviously a cultivator, at least at the superhuman level, and had great strength.

The boy screamed and flew out like a puppet with its strings cut. His twisted hands and feet skipped on the ground, and finally he rolled into a ball of flesh, his bones broken and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly, motionless.

This scream happened to be heard by Xuan Yangzi.

This is the situation.

Xuan Yangzi was filled with anger and immediately jumped down, shouting:

"Stop it! Bastard!"

The man was startled and looked back, then he saw a golden lightning flash across the sky and land next to the body of the boy in front of him.

Xuan Yangzi squatted down tremblingly, stretched out his hand to check the boy's injuries, but found that he had already died and there was no way to save him.

The boy looked to be about seven or eight years old. Xuan Yangzi was about the same age when he was taken away by Fairy Hong Ling.

“Why would you do that!?”

Xuan Yangzi clenched his fists, stood up, and teleported in front of the man like thunder, staring at him intently.

The man was so frightened that he trembled and said quickly:

"Ah? Sir, who are you? Did I do something wrong?"

"Why did you kick that little boy to death?"

"He, he was lazy and took a rest, so of course I have to teach him a lesson."

"A kid, what's wrong with taking a break!?"

"Sir, I was a child once, and I did the same thing."

The man said as if it was a matter of course:

"Children nowadays just can't endure hardship. If I don't motivate them, they will be commoners all their lives. Only by working hard in the mines can they climb up to become supervisors like me."

"Fuck you uncle!"

Xuan Yangzi punched the man on the head, then pushed downward with force. With a loud bang, he knocked the man's head directly into the ground.

The man was caught off guard and his head was hit underneath. His lower body straightened up and twitched twice.

"Killing people is justified, die, scum!"

Xuan Yangzi was already very depressed.

All the women of the Yu family died, and there was also a disabled girl whose life was not sure whether she could be saved or not.

Cai Ling was fed poison and was controlled by it, and she couldn't stop it.

The Sword Demon might be my senior sister, and I don’t know how to face her in the future.

Bai Yu was trapped in the giant white lotus and was in a state of life and death.

Yu Qiu’s whereabouts are unknown, he must have done something bad.

Each and every one of them is a cause for concern.

Thinking back to when he came to Yucheng, everything he saw and heard challenged Xuan Yangzi's endurance.

Women in captivity.

A family that schemes and fights against each other.

The unsympathetic spectators in the clinic.

Ordinary people are exploited to death in the mines.