These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 280: Time Travel, Years

My name is Xu Huan, and I was born smart.

I was born at the top of humanity, with powerful wisdom, terrifying gifts, and amazing talents.

All the powerful people say that I possess a talent that is rare in human history, and that I am destined to lead mankind to glory because I was born in this era.

It was not until that day that I realized that those great men from the Holy Land who had high hopes for me had already died for countless tens of thousands of years, and that I was born in such a wrong era.

Twenty-eight thousand years ago, the land of Kyushu.

The sects are divided, the court is corrupt, kings are rising, the princes supported by the major holy places are fighting endlessly, and the common people are like grass.

A scholar appeared in the next continent. It is said that he can plant acquired spiritual roots in mortals' heads for cultivation.

The square was crowded with people.

Parents held their children's hands to take the test of asking the immortal, and an old man with an immortal look was conducting the test in front of the stone tablet.

In the center stands a gray stone tablet with shining mysterious patterns.

A group of children were queuing.

"Wang Xiao, fire-type mixed spiritual root."

"Li Wanqi, middle-grade water spirit root."

"Li Er, a mortal."

As the test progressed, many parents with their children had different expressions.

There were cries, there was ecstasy, there was despair, and some even beat and scolded their son who had returned home, scolding him for being a loser.

"Grandpa, why are they crying?" Xu Huan stood by and held the hand of his grandfather who was in charge of managing the stone tablet.

While checking the children in line, Grandpa said gently:
"Because people are born unequal, if a child with spiritual roots is born in the family, he will ascend to heaven in one step, but if a child without spiritual roots cannot cultivate, he can only grow old, get sick and die, and endure the hardships of life."

"Ah?" Xu Huan was puzzled.

Grandpa said: "You were born with a natural spiritual root. When you were born, the sky was filled with colorful clouds and all kinds of strange phenomena. Of course, you don't know the sufferings of mortals."

I could feel the admiration, jealousy, resentment and despair in the eyes of the civilian children waiting in line.

I am the chosen one in destiny, the true chosen one, the protagonist in the storybook who is destined to soar to the sky.

But I don't like this feeling.

I don’t know why, but I feel that the whole world is very hypocritical and full of strange sense of incongruity.

This area is ruled by a sect called Yuanchu Holy Land.

This is an extremely ancient and time-honored immortal sect. It is said that since the beginning of history when humans began to eat raw meat and drink blood, it has been exploring and developing, leading humans forward and defeating all kinds of strange beasts in the barbaric times. From the period of slash-and-burn agriculture to the present, it has made humans step by step the strongest race in this world.

As soon as I entered the door, I became the master's disciple.

The head teacher is a gentle and friendly woman. I am a new disciple, with two senior brothers and a younger sister who joined later.

I took my fellow apprentices and sisters with me down the mountain to exorcise demons and monsters. We saw a family shop that sold meat in Yunlai. The couple were labeled as demons and burned because they secretly planted spiritual roots in their daughter who was born without spiritual roots.

I saved her.

I saw the shopkeeper of Changfeng Restaurant. He was kind and generous, helping the common people, but he only wanted to live longer. He secretly opened his spiritual roots and was beaten to death by the immortals who were high above him.

I saved him.

I heard a couple holding their daughter and crying, and I heard every household taking the owner of Changfeng Restaurant to the clinic in the heavy snow.

For thousands of years.

I once tried to save the whole world and create a human world where everyone is equal.

I once stood at the top of my peers, competed with other geniuses, discussed ideas, and sat on the hilltops to talk about my dream of equality for all.

I heard that in the next continent, there is a mortal scholar without spiritual roots, who has found a way to cultivate spiritual roots.
That’s when I thought, “I want to be friends with that person!”

If the 99% of mortals without spiritual roots could practice cultivation, what kind of free and equal immortal world would it be?

That would bring great hope to mortals struggling in the mud and pain.

In the Colosseum of Flesh and Blood.

The Li family is the monk in charge here.

Li Youzhu is a very interesting person. Every time I compete with the geniuses, he would occasionally come and chat with me when I was cleaning up the scene.

"How do you prove you're still alive?"

Li Youzhu poured tea and asked with a smile:
"Then how do you prove that the people around you are still alive?"

"How do you prove that you are not living in a distant history, but are just an ancient human exhibit in history, showing tourists the customs and practices of your own time?"

"How do you prove that something wasn't done to you at birth, affecting certain perceptions, or causing some kind of cognitive defect?"

"It's very delicate. Only when a person is numbered and marked at birth can this be achieved."

Li Youzhu muttered to himself.

In the distance, another girl in red came over and said speechlessly: "Master, what can you say to a #? No matter how amazing he is in ancient history, he is still a &% in this era. He can't X# at all. He just lives in X&@."

Li Youzhu smiled and said, "I just like talking to XX. I think he is different from others. He is actually a bit like X￥#."

Li Youzhu, a person who is good at thinking.

He is so smart.

Being too smart makes him think every day about who I am, whether I am myself, and how to prove that I am myself.

He thought about this meaningless life every day, and his complicated thoughts slowed down his practice.

He is obviously a genius.

However, this time his words made me think.

I had doubts in my heart and began to test them. One day hundreds of years later, I finally knew the truth.

——This is not the Kyushu land of 280,000 years ago.

Here is now.

The status of new humans and old humans has been completely reversed, and we are just pigs kept in captivity.

A human-shaped mineral vein to fatten and kill.

Throughout the 280,000 years of history, I have tried my best to change injustice and save the weak.

I didn't expect that God played a huge joke on me.

I was born in a fake artificial world 280,000 years in the future.

I am the weak one who is kept in captivity.

I am the endangered species that should be saved.

We brothers and sisters lie dormant, testing, groping, and secretly studying the boundaries of this world.

After a series of twists and turns, we finally discovered that the price of our master's wisdom, who had been imprisoned for countless tens of thousands of years, was to train us out of the cage.

In exchange for a certain degree of freedom, Master chose to teach us and accompany us as we grew up, but now he has to watch the children he has nurtured go away.
She could no longer bear the sight of generation after generation of children leaving.

The Master’s rejection made them very angry.

If you don't help, you will fall into chaos.

Mining is normal.

But they would use the divine nail to hit her skull every day, causing her head to suffer endless confusion and severe pain.

"So, what do you want me to do for you?" Li Youzhu smiled.

"If there's a chance to leave, go to that mine."

"At least, let Master feel better."

"Okay." Li Youzhu was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I will still mine, but I won't torture her. However, if I want to occupy that mine, I have to join the Fang family."

Only by becoming a member of the Fang family can one be responsible for managing that mine and torturing the headmaster.

"They are still waiting for me to grow, because I am the first mine they have cultivated that has the hope of breaking through the One Mind Realm!"

"Tell me, what if I really become a mine owner one day? I would rather die than become another master and train new successors."

"If you can't escape, then die. It's better to become an ashes than to live."

Li Youzhu looked towards the direction of Pyeongchang City and sighed softly:

"I will try my best to do what I promised you."

Twenty-eight thousand years later.

boom!
On the Xinyi battlefield, black covered the sky, and everyone on the battlefield, including the Xinyi King in the center, looked at it sideways.

There were no stars in the sky patrolling and shouting out the word "bold".

Because most of the stars were already in front of him, he stared blankly at the birth of a ghost king before his eyes.

Crash.

A deep sense of vicissitudes flashed across Xu Huan's eyes.

"me."

He laughed miserably and turned to look back at the scaly gate.

The land that haunted his dreams and where he struggled to escape, he suddenly remembered that summer when the master took them on an outing. The bright sunshine that year shone on their faces, and everyone talked about their ideals and beliefs in resolving the struggle for the human race.

“I want to create a truly peaceful world.”

"Child, you will definitely succeed." Master finally said.

But now the light of the sun and the moon no longer shines on my face.

The gloomy sky covered everything, as if foreshadowing that the world had returned to dusk again.

"That one is already old."

He murmured quietly.

Today's society is exactly the prosperous era that I saw back then.

The dream that I longed for but never realized has already been fulfilled by that person.

All men are born equal, and rely on their personal efforts and talents to open the three flowers and spiritual roots.

This is already a relatively perfect social form.

"Unfortunately, none of this belongs to me."

He clenched his hands towards the sky, as if he wanted to grasp the sky of this era. Although his whole body was stained with gloomy black, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, gentle and calm, just like the kind-hearted him when he was alive.

Only the eyes on his face were dyed scarlet, like a ball of flame that would never go out.

"Fang! Family!"

The angry roar blew away the clouds in the sky.

With the gloomy black thunder surrounding him, he rushed towards the Fang family area like a sharp arrow.

“You guys deserve to die!!!”

A hometown I can’t return to, an era I can’t fit into.

I traveled through the false world and reached the real destination, but I felt even sadder.

(End of this chapter)