Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao's health condition is actually not that bad.

The most important reason she said she needed to rest for a day was that she could see a lot here and that there was a relatively safe environment for her to consider and make decisions.

There are ordinary people here.

But compared to the average person, they are noticeably stronger.

Capturing a large number of cultivators is no simple task, so it can be inferred that there must be other mines besides this one.

This place is actually more like a prison.

It was used to imprison monks who offended, discovered clues, or offended Ganxiao City.

Even so, it's somewhat unbelievable that this matter hasn't been brought up again, which suggests that there must be a powerful backer behind it.

These are things that are out in the open.

While the overall situation is useful, it's not very meaningful for Zhu Wuyao's current and practical predicament.

Until the second scene of shimmering light on the stone wall—

Zhu Wuyao stood up.

There weren't many people here, but there were still scattered glances directed at her choice.

The dim light cast a gloomy shadow over the mine, making it feel less like dusk and more like a grave lit by phosphorescent flames, devoid of any warmth.

She looked at the bowl of water, then looked away.

I bent down and picked up a stone. The stone was thin, with sharp edges, and it was a bit rough to the touch.

As he stood up, Zhu Wuyao paused and seemed to smile slightly.

Then, without hesitation, she used the sharp stone shard to slash her face.

When doing this kind of thing, you have to be steady, accurate, and ruthless. Otherwise, the longer you hold the pose and the more you dawdle, the more afraid you'll become of pain.

Even with mental preparation, it still made me a little nervous.

Zhu Wuyao always cherished her health, but she was clear about the difference between a few cuts and the risk of losing her life.

Two lines were drawn on each side.

Soon, blood beads welled up, blurring the image. The stone shard in his hand was thrown to the ground, rolled twice, and the blood on it was buried in the dust.

In this place, a little blood is nothing.

Zhu Wuyao wiped his face with his sleeve, then realized the bleeding hadn't stopped. He bent down, wiped the ash off his hands, and smeared it on his face.

Tetanus, acute symptomatic infection...

Having reviewed her medical knowledge from her past life, Zhu Wuyao felt that with her current physical condition as a cultivator, it shouldn't be that serious, but she still didn't dare to rub the wound deeper.

His grandfather believed that life and death were preordained and wealth and honor were determined by fate. Since entering the world of cultivation, he had always remained poor.

This kind of good fortune should at least be allocated to one's lifespan.

Zhu Wuyao picked up the bowl of murky water covered with a layer of ash from the ground, tilted his head back, and drank it down.

It can hardly be described as refreshing.

But after not drinking water for so many days, these few sips still made me feel much better.

I finished the water and just as I moved the bowl away from my eyes.

Zhu Wuyao spotted Hu San.

He asked, "Is this your explanation to me?"

"Brother Hu, the conditions you've proposed are too unfair to me."

Zhu Wuyao doesn't care about using her appearance as a bargaining chip to survive. In her view, everything can be used. If appearance is a resource that can help her survive, then she can make use of it.

The only reason she ruined her appearance was that it wasn't a worthwhile deal.

She observed many people that day.

Zhu Wuyao discovered that some men and women, who look young, are actually strong and in their prime.

But they always seem inferior to others and are looked down upon.

That kind of contempt wasn't even deliberate harassment, but rather a subconscious feeling that "they are incompetent."

Upon closer inspection, one would find that these people have decent bone structure, but in this mine, with the wind blowing dust, their bones might scab over and crack in less than a year.

Once a person collapses, their energy and spirit are gone.

No matter how good-looking a person is, they are just a potato in the soil, no different from everyone else around them.

Based on appearance, one can survive and make a living in the early stages.

But once a person bows their head, it becomes as difficult as climbing to heaven to stand up again.

It's difficult to truly gain power if you rely on your appearance to please others.

Because everyone remembers your ingratiating and obsequious manner, when it comes to serious matters, no one cares if you interrupt, and you are looked down upon for no reason.

It's difficult to climb any higher.

This is not about enduring temporary humiliation, but rather an unreasonable plan for the future.

Therefore, it is not worthwhile.

To put it bluntly, if that's all you're good for, no one will take you with them when they rebel.

Since Zhu Wuyao knew that a cultivator rebellion had just occurred in the mine some time ago and that there wouldn't be a second one in the near future, he naturally had to prepare for a protracted war.

The reason she chose Hu San instead of Rong Jie was not only because Hu San was powerful.

She also suspected that Hu San must have some inside story.

If we only consider the results, Hu San was the biggest beneficiary of the mine after the previous batch of cultivators left.

She bet that this person might be a traitor.

Since he was a traitor, he had to have a way to contact the outside world.

If it's internal strife, it will only needlessly erode overall combat strength.

She needed to find an opportunity to point the finger at the real mastermind.

If Hu San is not a traitor, then perhaps he is a backup plan left behind by the previous group of rebellious cultivators. If there are any remaining resources, they may be in his hands.

Zhu Wuyao had just arrived; she hadn't experienced much despair yet, and her spirit hadn't been completely worn down. So, she had to seize the moment while she still had ambition and give it her all.

We have to think of a way to get out.

Although Zhu Wuyao spoke fluently, she was actually wary of the people in front of her.

She dared to make this choice because she knew she wouldn't die—the mine was currently short-staffed.

Just because you can't die doesn't mean you won't suffer.

In particular, Zhu Wuyao's act of slashing his own face into this somewhat ferocious appearance can hardly be considered giving Hu San any face.

"I am also a cultivator. I cannot compare to martial artists who specialize in body cultivation, but I am still a bit stronger than ordinary people. Since the old, weak, sick, and disabled here can all earn a living with their strength, why make me a decoration that wastes food?"

Yes, there are even elderly, weak, sick and disabled people living in this mine.

The fact that they survived shows that the more people who survive, the better it is for the overall interests of the mine.

Zhu Wuyao was new to the place and had not yet figured out how the mine operated.

I don't know which way of life is more practical.

However, the word "useful" should be used interchangeably.

Surprisingly, Hu San didn't try to intimidate him. Instead, he smiled, but not in a friendly way; instead, he smiled with a hint of sinister mockery.

He simply turned to the younger brother next to him and asked:

"Who's at the very end now?"

"Brother Hu, I remember it should be Old Li."

A gaunt old man trembled violently, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground, trying to plead with them.

"No... I can still work, I'm still useful, I don't want to die, Brother Hu... no, Grandpa Hu, I can still deliver more ore!!!"

Zhu Wuyao's breath caught in his throat; he instantly understood how the mine operated—

Resources are limited, therefore the number of people that can be accommodated is limited.

When you come, someone else has to leave.

Hu San raised his hand and slapped her shoulder with such force that it seemed to pin her to the spot.

"Welcome to our team, new member."

Zhu Wuyao stiffly turned his head to look at Hu San, seemingly understanding what he hadn't finished saying—

You speak with such conviction, but are you truly prepared for the consequences?