There's something wrong with my master.

When the beggar saw the ox cart, he cursed a few words, then turned sideways and made way.

"Bah, bad luck." The man driving the ox cart spat and continued to push the cart forward.

After the ox cart had gone far away, the beggar turned over and fell asleep in the middle of the road.

He touched his flat belly, looked at the sky and smiled.

This is Qin State. More than a hundred years ago, this place was called Yan State, and it was his hometown.

Originally, the State of Yan and the State of Qin had been fighting for years, with both sides winning and losing.

Until later a man named Bai Qi appeared...

died.

So many people died.

A lot of people died in those years.

His grandfather was a veteran who had fought in ten battles and later died.

His father also went to the battlefield and later died.

His uncles and many other people in the village were killed.

They have surrendered, why are they being killed?

There was blood everywhere, and the beggar seemed to hear the roars of hundreds of thousands of innocent souls on the battlefield.

Why kill them?

You've already surrendered?

Of the entire beggar village, only two men, or should I say boys, were left.

The widows in the whole village gritted their teeth, saved money and supported their studies and martial arts training.

The beggar had a good talent for martial arts. He practiced and practiced until he became a good fighter.

Then he became an assassin.

He wanted to avenge his father, his grandfather, and many men in the village.

He asked around, but because he didn't study well, he was like a headless fly, and was cheated several times.

Then the beggar thought of another boy in the village.

Another boy in the village studied well and became an official.

When the two met, they held hands tacitly.

As one official becomes more powerful, and another's martial arts skills become more and more powerful, they are finally about to touch the core of this country.

However, the answer was disappointing.

monk.

It turns out that there really are monks in this world!

Bai Qi is a very strong cultivator.

No matter how high an official position they hold or how powerful their martial arts are, they are still just ants in front of the monks.

Despair came flooding in an instant.

The beggar wanted to give up, but the official said that if there were enough ants, they could bite the monk to death.

Later, the officials organized a lot of people, all of whom were relatives of those who were killed by Bai Qi.

The beggar did not participate in this matter, because the officials said that the breaking of the void in martial arts is equivalent to the foundation-building period of a cultivator.

This can be considered as entering the circle of monks.

He asked the beggar to practice martial arts hard. If he failed, the beggar would be the only one who would have hope of revenge.

If you want revenge, you must know who your enemy is and where he is.

So on a rainy night, a group of ragged people appeared around Prince Yan's Mansion.

Some of them carried tombstones, and some held tablets, wanting to get an answer.

The King of Yan was once the monarch of the State of Yan.

He lost the battle, surrendered, and was given the title of King of Yan, a powerless title.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, King Yan came out.

Someone in the crowd immediately asked a question.

"why?"

"They surrendered after losing the battle, including the State of Yan. Why did he still want to kill them?"

The person who spoke was a woman.

The sound of rain was so loud, crackling, that it was hard to open one's eyes.

But her voice came through very clearly.

“That’s how it is on the battlefield.”

"Once you are on the battlefield, the war will continue. Everyone on the battlefield is responsible for their own life and death."

This was King Yan’s answer.

He practiced with the help of the dynasty's luck.

If he had won the national war that year, he would have gained more luck.

If you lose the battle, you will become an idle prince. In fact, your cultivation speed is almost the same as when you were the king of Yan.

This is the tacit understanding among the monks.

If you lose, you don’t lose; if you win, you make money.

All mortal beings are merely pawns used by them to consolidate the fortunes of the dynasty.

During this period, people who have accumulated merits would also come to join in the fun, act as good people, distribute food and drinks, and arrange accommodation for the refugees.

But among this group of people who are cultivating merit, no one will try to eliminate the source of this disaster.

This is still the tacit understanding among the monks.

So even if Bai Qi broke some rules, it would be just a trivial matter for King Yan.

Everyone does their own thing, cultivates their own thing, and does not interfere with each other.

There will be no justice.

There is no place to resist, and no power to resist.

No one will make decisions for these ants.

This is the world of cultivating immortals, and the cultivators are the protagonists.

The mortal beings are just mortal beings, just a string of cold numbers.

However, at least when there is no war, with the monks around, the whole country is peaceful and prosperous.

But without people like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, the world seems to be missing a spirit.

All living beings in the world seem to have a broken spine, or rather, they have never had a spine.

Chapter 284: Ants Dream of Overthrowing the Heaven

"But I can help you get revenge."

On the rainy night, King Yan spoke for the second time.

The cold voice was like the heavy rain, hitting the people in the rain hard.

"The souls of those who were killed in the pit have not left."

"They were trapped in this world through the evil spirits on the battlefield."

"I need these dead souls to help me do something, and this requires your consent. Only then will these dead souls be willing to help me."

This is the purpose of King Yan’s coming out.

He could have ignored these mortals.

This group of ragged people had no chance of getting close to his mansion.

“This is not a discussion with you.”

"Just like this." King Yan said this, and then waved towards a very far distance.

The ground seemed to shake slightly.

The roar sounded, shuttling through the rain.

A shadow flew over from the distance, and as the rain fell and time passed, the shadow grew bigger and bigger.

When the people in the rain felt it, they all looked up in confusion, and then became even more confused.

The shadow is a mountain.

The mountain was flying very high and the entire picture could not be seen clearly. Occasionally, debris fell from the mountain and hit the ground with a bang.

The sound was like thunder, waking up the group of people and letting them know that this was not a dream.

"Just like now, I can threaten those dead souls with your lives."

"You are the closest relatives of these dead souls. If I threaten them with you, they will naturally help me willingly."

There was no fluctuation in the tone of King Yan's voice.

The people in the rainy night were once his people, but no longer.

"You asked me where Bai Qi lived, and you wanted to seek revenge yourself."

"I advise you to give up this idea."

"That's not a martial arts master in the world."

"No matter how many ants there are, they can't bite him to death."

"When he came here, he wanted to use the dynasty's luck to break through to the Mahayana stage. Now that he is gone, he must have broken through to the Mahayana stage."

"Do you know what the Mahayana stage is?"

King Yan pointed to the mountain above his head and said coldly.

"He is as strong as me. He can easily pick up a mountain and smash it down again and again."

"On the battlefield, soldiers fight against soldiers and generals fight against generals. That's just the rules made by the people above."

"You have never been important in our eyes."

King Yan said a lot.

It's very cold and cruel, and some are true and some are false.

Looking at the mountains above, the people in the rain were silent.

The raindrops splashed, and the air became muddy.

People always have to succumb to reality. After King Yan promised those dead souls that they could return to reincarnation after helping him, the contract was established.

The King of Yan is responsible for helping this group of people to take revenge. After the revenge, this group of people must agree to let these hundreds of thousands of dead souls help him do something.

The State of Yan was no longer his State of Yan.

If he still wants to be the King of Yan and rely on the fortune of this dynasty to cultivate himself, then he must abide by the rules.

For example, you cannot kill at will.

So he resorted to intimidation.

Unfortunately, the people in the rain don’t know.

The mountain flew back, landed lightly back to its original place, and the door closed again.

"It's just a public complaint. Who will remember it in a hundred or two hundred years?"

"Then it will be another prosperous era."