She became a god

Upon hearing Muran's answer, everyone present couldn't help but feel envious.

"The sky is unfair!"

“Someone was born in Rome, yet he still tries to steal our treasures.”

"A person lives a lifetime, yet there are two different realms, as different as clouds and mud, how sad!"

Muran frowned and remained silent, but the thought of retreating had already begun to take root in her heart.

Naturally, they wouldn't retreat now, but rather, after obtaining the treasure, they would immediately retreat behind the crowd and hide.

At this moment, however, no sound came from the sky.

The information screen suddenly moved.

"It's scrolling again?"

"So D is also wrong?"

Two of the four answers have been eliminated, leaving only A and B.

The cultivators' gazes involuntarily turned once again to the four answers displayed on the sky.

A. The people of Pingcheng brought this upon themselves!

B. Purely a natural disaster.

C. It was all a conspiracy by evil practitioners.

D. If one's conduct is not upright, one will attract evil spirits.

"A or B?"

The information displayed on the dome only proves that the fire was unrelated to Wenxichun, and does not prove anything else.

It seems they still need to think about the right answer.

Option A is far too malicious towards the deceased people of Heisei.

B's statement is too much of a coincidence.

As everyone pondered the situation, the information screen stopped scrolling.

An unfamiliar name suddenly appeared on the big screen.

Who is Chen Yang?

"Do you know this fellow Daoist Chen Yang?"

"Fellow Daoist Yanshan and Fellow Daoist Muran are both quite famous, but I've never heard of Fellow Daoist Chen Yang before."

"Doesn't this just prove that Tianmu is fair? Even ordinary people like us have a chance to win big prizes."

……

"I choose A. People from Pingcheng brought this upon themselves."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a female cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage speaking the answer in a deep voice.

"That's Chen Yang. Fine, she chose A! Why does she look so indignant?"

"Actually, it wasn't just her expression; the tone of her voice just now was also very aggressive, giving me the feeling of her gritting her teeth."

...

The sky moved.

“齐天3786年，平城买入女性凡人20万，女性修士2万；教坊司新生女性80万；平城卖出女性70万。

齐天3787年，平城买入女性凡人30万，女性修士5万；教坊司新生女性100万；平城卖出女性120万。

……

齐天4186年，平城买入女性凡人300万，女性修士20万；教坊司新生女性800万；平城卖出女性1000万。”

The numbers displayed on the sky were shocking to all who saw them.

The human realm commemorates the rulers of past dynasties with their honorific titles, and the contemporary ruler, Xuanyuan Wuji, is honored with the title of Qitian (齐天, meaning "Equal to Heaven").

For four hundred years, countless women have been bought and sold, and Heisei was the largest trading location.

With such a massive number of transactions involving people, it's impossible for the people of Pingcheng to be unaware of it.

So, is this the truth about the Heisei fire?

It wasn't Wen Xichun who set the fire, it wasn't a natural disaster, it wasn't a conspiracy by evil cultivators, but rather the people of Pingcheng who brought this upon themselves!

A tear rolled down Chen Yang's face. "My mother was one of the women who were bought and sold in Pingcheng in the past four hundred years. She was originally the daughter of an ordinary family. Although she lived a poor but comfortable life, she was kidnapped and sold to the Pingcheng Jiaofangsi (a brothel in Pingcheng).

The women of the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution) were kept in captivity, subjected to sexual intercourse until they became pregnant, and continued to be sexually intercourse after giving birth.

My mother had me soon after she went to the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution).

Because I was plain-looking, dull-witted, and had no special skills, I was not sold off for a long time and remained in the music and dance academy until I was seven years old.

As far back as I can remember, those aunties were reduced to tools for childbirth, like soulless livestock, giving birth to litters of children until their uteruses prolapsed.

The mother loathed this fate, so she would bite the man she was mating with with all her might.

My mother was always kept in captivity with little food and clothing, and was no match for the men she was bred with; she was always beaten until she was covered in blood.

Others didn't understand why she was so stubborn, but I heard her softly singing folk songs from her hometown late at night.

I know that she used to have a family, but after being trafficked here, she never had a home again.

Before she died, she hugged me and begged me to see the outside world for her; she wanted me to live a normal life.

She was an ordinary person who should have lived a simple and ordinary life, but she suffered so much.

Why? Why should an ordinary, honest woman like my mother suffer such pain, even though she has not committed any bad deeds?

unfair!

"Fate! You are so unfair!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was moved to tears.

Mu Ran sighed inwardly, thinking to herself, "I knew that Pingcheng traded people, but I didn't know that they kept women like livestock. No wonder I answered wrong."

Her thoughts were shared by most of the cultivators present; human trafficking was commonplace in the human realm and could not be stopped despite repeated bans.

As one of the top cities in the human realm, it's perfectly normal for Pingcheng to have human trafficking.

These cultivators are not ordinary people after all. They have spiritual roots and the ability to protect themselves. They have never experienced the suffering of ordinary people, so how could they take human trafficking seriously?

They believe in the law of the jungle, and their sadness at this moment is not due to the human trafficking.

It's just a case of feeling sorry for one's own kind; one can't bear to see fellow human beings reduced to the same level as animals.

Ultimately, not many of the cultivators present could truly empathize with the tragic fate of those trafficked women.

But that's enough.

To create this scene, Ye Qingzhou redeemed all his points, refined the Wind and Moon Treasure Mirror from a low-grade Earth-level spiritual treasure to a low-grade Heaven-level spiritual treasure to act as the Heavenly Curtain, and also redeemed props such as the Treasure Chest, the Information Screen, and the Vanishing Ink.

That's how we won this game.

From the very beginning, Ye Qingzhou never intended for any one of her, Wen Xichun, or Yuantong to expose her face-to-face; the risk of doing so was too great.

If they really did that, they would be hunted down by the entire city of Pingcheng.

It's true that Wen Xichun was determined to die, but it's also true that Ye Qingzhou and Yuantong wanted to live a few more years.

Besides, how can asking them to find evidence be as effective as the public raising their own suspicions?

By using the guise of a Q&A contest to pique everyone's interest, we can ensure that everyone present keeps the truth in mind.

The scrolling of this information screen was naturally the result of Ye Qingzhou's behind-the-scenes manipulation. To ensure that this step went smoothly, she spent another hundred luck points to calculate and find Chen Yang as a witness.

After Chen Yang escaped by chance, he obtained a basic cultivation manual and devoted himself to cultivation ever since.

Ye Qingzhou then sent his personal guards to pose as passersby to inform Chen Yang of the news, give her spirit stones, and secretly protect her as she came to Pingcheng.

This game has been played so far, and it can be described as a very impressive victory.