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In the sky, two cultivators stood amidst the white clouds.

The two of them were about the same age, around thirty years old. They wore exactly the same clothes, and it could be seen that they were all people of the same identity. One of them was someone that Han Yan was not unfamiliar with. He was the Zhu Shuang that he met an hour ago. As for the other person's identity, it was obvious that he was also the manager of a continent.

The cloud they stepped on was actually a type of spell that increased their flying speed.

This spell was widely used in the Center of Star Domain, and it was called the Cloud Controlling Art. Using the Cloud Controlling Art was not difficult. Through a spell, it linked with the Power of the Heavens and the Earth and formed a white cloud. Then, he stepped on the white clouds and flew into the sky. The white clouds looked extremely natural and graceful when they flew through the air. At a glance, it was as if an immortal was flying through the air.

However, although this spell looks good, it can only fly on planets. Because the defensive power of the white cloud was very weak, once it entered the space, it would be destroyed by the energy. In addition, the speed of the white cloud couldn't compare to the speed of the compass. Under normal circumstances, the compass would only be half as fast. However, for those with high cultivation, their speed could be raised by the clouds. It was said that the speed of those Earthly Spirit Stage Rankers riding on white clouds were extremely fast.

The two people on the cloud looked at each other, then Zhu Shuang said: "Brother Zhu Zheng, you are the only brother I have had since coming here, so I trust you. I've already told you about the situation just now. That brat gave me quite a lot of things, and I've also promised to give him a beautiful treat. However, as you can see, this kid's willpower is too great, he's definitely not ordinary. I'm afraid that after giving him a good job, he would do quite well and take my place. What do you think I should do? "

Zhu Zheng was also an intelligent person, and understood the whole story in the blink of an eye. He laughed loudly, and said: "Brother Zhu Shuang, I can understand the feelings in your heart. But you must understand one thing, cultivators like us, although on the surface, we look glorious, in front of the true disciples of the Zhu Family, we are also slaves.

Zhu Shuang sighed, and said: "I understand everything you say, but you also understand my personality. Even though there are times when greed is cheap, I can do almost anything I say. " He paused for a moment and continued, "If I can't fulfill my promise, I'll feel guilty. Will it affect my training?"

Hearing this, Zhu Zheng laughed but did not say anything.

Zhu Shuang's brows twitched as he asked: "Brother, what are you laughing about?"

"What you said was too interesting. Why didn't I laugh?" Zhu Zheng stroked his beard and said seriously, "Brother, you and I are both experienced people, what kind of scene have you not seen before?" You also said just now, if you give him the position of first class servant, he would do a good job and replace you. First of all, has he thought of taking over your position? If one day, he really did take over, what would happen to you? "

"This …" Zhu Shuang hesitated for a while, before replying honestly, "If I do well, it will raise my status and make me an official disciple. If they did not do well, or were reported by him, they would most likely be demoted to slaves. "If the situation is serious, we might even be able to kill him on the spot …"

"That's right." Zhu Zheng nodded his head and said, "Since you see it so clearly, I will tell you the truth. From the pain he had just endured, it could be seen that he was rapidly descending the mountain. This person has great willpower, and this kind of willpower is not something we can imagine. Such a person is extraordinary. As long as he does something, he will definitely be able to accomplish it the best. "

"To put it crudely, bro, you haven't done much in all these years." Zhu Zheng said seriously, "Although I do not know what the Lord Commander is thinking, but if it was me, I would definitely use him heavily and give up on you." His words changed as a cold light flashed across his eyes. He said harshly, "Therefore, you must not let him take the high position. That way, it will be no different from digging one's own grave."

Hearing these words, Zhu Shuang's back was drenched in cold sweat, as he said in shock: "Then, then what should I do now?"

Zhu Zheng's eyes lit up, and he said word by word, "Very simple. Making him a slave, and the most exhausting and painful kind of slave, makes him die from fatigue." In that case, he will never be able to turn the tables around and will never be able to affect your position in the Fire Spirit Continent. " After saying that, he thought of something and reminded her, "A man without poison, this is a world where the fittest survive. If you are soft-hearted, then perhaps in a few years, the person I will be chatting with won't be you, but him …"

Zhu Shuang sighed, cupped his fists and said: "Brother Zhu Zheng, you are right, I know what to do now."

"It's good that you know what to do. Don't be impulsive and ruin your future." Zhu Zheng smiled and said, "You and I have been in this position for more than eight thousand years! As long as there is no major mistake, after a thousand years, we will be able to become outer sect disciples. At that time, we will be able to cultivate a profound magic technique. "

Hearing the two words "profound technique", Zhu Shuang's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "Brother Zhu Zheng, don't worry, we will definitely make it to that point."

The two of them exchanged a few more words. Zhu Zheng cupped his fist as he rose into the air and flew towards a continent not too far away.

Zhu Shuang floated in midair, looked at Han Yan who had already reached the foot of the mountain, and said coldly: "Little brother, I have let you down, I can only reach this step by sacrificing you." After he finished speaking, his body flashed and the clouds suddenly turned transparent. A gust of wind blew and the clouds dissipated, and he himself returned to his room.

At this moment, Han Yan was standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the valley in front of him.

This valley was shockingly large. Before it was long, there were countless caves on the walls on both sides of the valley. All of the nearby slaves lived here. At this moment, the sun was waning and the sky gradually darkened. Groups of slaves carrying hoes and other tools walked slowly towards valley mouth with heavy footsteps.

There were both men and women in this group, and their ages ranged from twenty to fifty years old. It was almost impossible to see any old man over fifty years old. The age of the girls was not very high, most of them were around fifteen years old and under the age of thirty. The age of this place was naturally not their true age. Rather, it was their appearance of age.

This group of people, without exception, were all dressed in shabby clothes with a tired expression. It was as if they had done a lot of heavy work. Most of their clothes were torn. Some of them even had traces of whips on them. If you looked closely, you could see traces of blood in the cracks of their clothes. If the situation was serious, you could even see white bones.

Of course, the women in the crowd were slightly better. Their clothes were still intact, and their expressions were not as exhausted as the men. However, if one took a closer look, they would be surprised to find that the woman's hair was in a mess, as if she had been humiliated. Most women were like this, only a few had clean hair. However, without exception, the women here were all extremely ugly.

At the end of the group were more than ten cultivators. These people were all dressed neatly and held either whips or swords. The whips were stained with blood, and the sword itself was the same. Some of the blood had yet to congeal and was slowly sliding off the blades. The most ironic thing was that the cultivator holding the whip and sword was still talking and laughing, not caring at all about the fact that he had just killed someone.

Regarding the relationship between slaves and servants, Han Yan had also heard about it from Zhu Shuang. As for the difference in clothes they were wearing, he also found out from the jade slip. With one glance, Han Yan could tell that the person in front was dressed in ragged clothes. On the chest area of the clothes was written the word "Slave", and they were all slaves. As for those people who were holding whips and long swords, the word "servant" was written on the front of their clothes. They were slaves.

If one wanted to separate the ranks of the servants, it wasn't difficult. One only needed to look at the size of the clothes. The higher the level of the character, the lower the level. The 'servant' character on the chest of a first-rate servant was only the size of a child's fist. As for third-class slaves, they were as big as an adult's head.

After a while, over ten thousand slaves arrived at the entrance of the valley. Most of them were tired and wanted to go back to rest. As for those women who were not considered exhausted, they merely glanced at Han Yan once more. Their eyes were identical, and in addition to sympathy, there was also sympathy.

Such a compassionate gaze, was like a sharp dagger that deeply pierced the bottom of Han Yan's heart.2

Han Yan's body trembled, he suddenly felt that this slave's life could be described with four words, 'living is better off than death'. At this moment, Han Yan finally understood why Wang An had tried his best to dissuade him from leaving after he said that the main star was in front of him as a slave. Indeed, it was as Wang An had said. The possibility of surviving in this kind of place was close to zero.

At this moment, Han Yan could only pray that Zhu Shuang would keep his promise. But what he did not know was that Zhu Shuang had long betrayed him.

Han Yan stood blankly on the spot, watching the slaves enter the valley. Until they disappeared from his sight, the stern voice of a servant came over, only then did he come back to his senses.

A second class servant waved his whip and walked in front of Han Yan. He looked at Han Yan for a moment and ridiculed: "You're new here?"

Han Yan was startled, and subconsciously answered: "Yes."

This second-rate slave had a great reputation amongst the slaves on the Fire Spirit Continent. His reputation was not so good to slaves that they would feel pure gratitude towards him, but rather, the opposite. He was extremely brutal, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as a venomous scorpion. Secretly, the slaves had given him a nickname — Venomous Scorpion.

The Poison Scorpion circled Han Yan once, then laughed: "It's new, good, I like new people." With that, he changed the topic of the conversation and chuckled, "Brat, I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Do you know the rules here?"

"Rules?" Han Yan frowned, puzzled, "What rule?"

Poison Scorpion was extremely dissatisfied with Han Yan's answer. He glared at Han Yan and coldly snorted: "Little fellow, you don't even understand the rules here. I think you're tired of living. If you had not just consumed the Pill and were not able to work underground for three days, I would have already let you understand what is meant by wanting to die rather than live. "

Han Yan's eyes flashed with killing intent, but he spoke with his mouth seemingly trying to please: "Master, I just came here, and am not familiar with the situation here, please remind me."

Hearing this, the Scorpion's angry face turned slightly better. It nodded and said: "We shouldn't accept slaves at this time. For you to come here at this time, you can see that you are comparable to other cultivators. How about this! Take out your sincerity, and we will take care of you in the future. " When he spoke, he emphasized the word 'take care' on purpose, and the meaning in his words were self-evident.

Han Yan laughed bitterly in his heart, how could he not understand the other party's words? As the saying goes, the Infernal King is easy to meet. The little ghost is hard to deal with, and this was the situation. However, the only thing he needed to do now was to live on in peace. As for the rest, they were just worldly possessions. If he became stronger in the future, it would not be too late to take them back.

Thinking up to here, Han Yan didn't waste any more words. He slapped the storage bag at his waist, took out over a hundred Spirit Stone and gave them to the other party: "Master, is this enough …"

Venomous Scorpion shot a glance at the Spirit Stone that Han Yan took out, obviously looking down on it. He coldly snorted: "Low level spiritual energy also wants me to take care of you, I think you want to be taken care of by the whip?!"

Once those words were said, the crowd behind Scorpion immediately began to roar with laughter. The way they looked at Han Yan suddenly changed, as if they were looking at a toy.

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