Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 647: Playing badly is also a form of defense (1/2)

After noting the mark on Ma San's arm, Wan Feng did not directly explore the mark, but slowly sank down and his body sank into the ground.

Inside the Taiping Realm, vines meander around like fine blood vessels.

These green vines have occupied most of the Taiping Realm. From time to time, vines appear in and out of the ground, controlling the people on the ground to eat or reproduce.

Sensing Wanfeng's return, several vines began to wriggle, and soon gathered in front of Wanfeng, turning into three connected faces.

These three faces were incredibly large, each one was a hundred feet tall. Although they were made of vines, the expressions on each face were lifelike.

Although merged into one, the expressions of the three faces are completely different.

The left side of the face is always frowning and looks angry.

The face on the right has kind eyes, like a kind old man who is always friendly.

The face in the middle is expressionless, and one can even feel a sense of iron-blooded justice.

Looking at Wan Feng coming in, Zuo Lian snorted in dissatisfaction: "Master Wan Xian, why are you back? Aren't there new aliens outside? What should we do if they find us here?"

"Left Face, don't be so harsh." Right Face said in a soothing voice, "Master Wanxian has been running around all the time, it's okay for him to come back and rest. Just welcome him well, don't be like this."

"Stop talking." The middle man said coldly, "Master Wanxian, long time no see. What's the matter with you coming back this time?"

After sending the mark on Ma San's body, Wan Feng bowed and said, "Three Taoist friends, please help me see what is so special about this mark that can make my unworthy disciple indulge in it and unable to extricate himself?"

There used to be four immortal masters in the Taiping Realm, Wanfeng was one of them, and the three faces in front of him corresponded to each immortal master.

Just to show off, the three immortal masters abandoned their physical bodies, integrated their souls into the Heavenly Dao, and finally turned into vines that were everywhere in the Taiping Realm.

In this way, the path of cultivation is completely cut off, and one can only blend with the way of heaven for the rest of his life, unable to make any further progress.

After taking the mark, the three faces took turns experiencing it, and then there was silence, with only the rustling sound of the vines growing.

Finally, Zuo Lian snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "It is a strange and lewd skill, not worthy of being in a refined hall. To be bewitched by this thing, your disciple's qualifications are really very low."

"Left Face, do you have any disciples who can resist this thing?" Right Face asked gently.

"No, so my apprentice is also inferior."

The middle face thought about it carefully, and then said, "Interesting, someone from the outside world actually knows so much about the preferences of our Taiping Realm. This person is really thoughtful. What is his character like?"

"We haven't had much contact, he's at the foundation-building stage. He's very young, a bit eccentric, not a particularly serious person."

Youlian took over the conversation, looked at Wanfeng and said: "It sounds like he is someone who can be trusted. After persisting until now, the Heavenly Dao of our world has become a little weak. Why not take this opportunity to stop and make a comeback?"

"Nonsense!" Zuo Lian shouted harshly.

The left side of his face looked hideous at this moment. If he had a physical body, he would have stood up and covered his right side with a bear-like face.

His green beard was trembling constantly. After a while, he said, "Don't mention this kind of thing now! Don't you remember any of the sufferings that Taiping Realm has endured? I am the fish on the chopping board. If I can't be completely free, I might as well sink completely!"

Hearing Zuo Lian say this, the other three immortal masters lowered their heads.

I don’t know who sighed first. The resentful voice evoked Wanfeng’s memories and made him sigh as well.

The former Taiping world was also very chaotic.

Everyone loves to make alchemy, and everyone likes alchemy furnaces. In order to have a good alchemy furnace, many monks risked their lives to go deep into the barren land, wash the gold sand, and obtain colored glaze, just to be able to make a good alchemy furnace. Then, they have to carefully maintain it, constantly feed the alchemy furnace with various medicinal materials, and finally cultivate a top-quality alchemy furnace.

For the monks at that time, elixirs and other things were secondary items, and the alchemy furnace was their favorite.

Alchemy is only for maintaining the alchemy furnace, the elixir and other things don’t matter.

The extra pills were either given away or fed to pigs. At their peak, the pigs in the pigsty were so immortal that they could exhale a breath of pill energy with every breath.

If someone wants to eat meat, the pig can cut off a piece of good pork belly. The fat inside is as white as snow and as red as fire, and it can grow back by itself.

If it weren't for this messed up thing about the fusion of the Heavenly Dao, they could have lived well.

Unfortunately, the fusion of heaven's way has begun.

After all, the alchemy furnace is a niche hobby, and the Taiping Realm does not have any special entertainment products. As a result, they were defeated and became slaves of the other side.

The world on the other side is extremely cruel. The only purpose of every cultivator in the Taiping Realm is to refine pills. If they fail to refine a certain amount of pills every day, they will be punished.

The punishment method initially consisted of flogging. The monks who failed to complete the quota would have their souls whipped out, and then be whipped over and over again until their souls were almost reduced to ashes.

However, this method is not very effective. Many monks in the Taiping Realm do not lack artistic pursuits, but these pursuits are too niche.

They were unwilling to use their own furnaces to refine elixirs that did not suit their wishes, and would refuse even if they were whipped later, which greatly puzzled the rulers.

It was not until they discovered that the cultivators in the Taiping Realm valued the alchemy furnace more than their lives that they changed their strategy.

When the monks from the Taiping Realm failed to meet the quota again, their alchemy furnaces were gathered together, and then scars were directly cut on them with magical instruments, which made the monks from the Taiping Realm furious.

The scratched alchemy furnaces can still be used and their functions are still there, but the owners of these furnaces seem to have lost their souls and will do whatever they are told to do.

No one else dared to resist, and the Taiping Realm just sank into decline, becoming a tool that only knew how to make pills.

Not long after, the ruler failed in another fusion of the Heavenly Dao, and the Taiping Realm was seized. The new ruler was even more cruel, and various torture methods emerged one after another.

They even centralized all the alchemy furnaces and managed them in a unified way. Everyone could only use standard alchemy furnaces to refine the pills they needed.

After a long time, the Taiping Realm finally couldn't bear it anymore and chose to give up completely.

The process of tanking was not all smooth sailing, but in the end, they still managed to turn themselves into what they are now, becoming a rotten place that no one can take advantage of.

Wanfeng is the seed of revival that they have agreed upon. Once the Taiping Realm becomes completely independent, Wanfeng will awaken the Taiping Realm and then develop it again.

Places without their own cultural heritage can only engage in passive defense and wait for the day to regain their independence.

After thinking about his previous experience, Wan Feng sighed again, and then said: "Everyone, there is no need to change the plan of giving up, let's continue to implement it. It is best to keep freedom in our own hands, what do you think?"

"can."

"Yes."

"So be it."

With the consent of others, Wanfeng nodded, borrowed the power of heaven, and further deepened the dream, allowing everyone to sink into a deeper dream.

(End of this chapter)