There were many strange things in the Metaphysics world. Although I had been cultivating for many years, there were few things that could shake my mind. However, after listening to Wang Can's explanation of the sword slaves, my heart was still shaken, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
That was a living person, a living cultivator!
According to Wang Can, the sword slaves were like corpse puppets that had been refined into magical weapons to enhance their power!
Although I had the cultivation base of a Heavenly Master, I didn't dare to treat ordinary people like ants, let alone cultivators. However, the Xuande Wonderland had refined cultivators into slaves that had lost their intellect, and they didn't have any respect for life.
Now that I thought about it, it wasn't just the Xuande Wonderland. In Wangwu Wonderland, there were also slaves like Ah Fu, Ah Lu, and Ah Jin. It was just that those slaves had retained their intellect. In terms of foundation, there was not much difference between the two.
One was gentle, while the other was bloodthirsty.
Perhaps the so-called Blessed Paradises and Metaphysics families that had existed for thousands of years had relied on this cruel rule to survive for thousands of years and have an extraordinary status.
Their power and their foundation were built on the flesh and blood of these so-called "slaves".
Only the fittest survived, and the world was a Shuraba. Under the law of the jungle, if you wanted to rise, you had to step on the heads of others.
In principle, what the Blessed Paradises did was understandable. However, humans were humans, and they had to be different from animals that ate raw meat and drank blood.
The Wangwu Wonderland's practice of providing slaves to protect their families was acceptable.
However, the Xuande Wonderland's practice of raising sword slaves had crossed the line.
I sighed and thought for a while. Then, I asked Wang Can, "So, the Xuande Wonderland is good at making sword slaves?"
"Yes. Like our Wangwu Wonderland, the Xuande Wonderland doesn't have many talented people. The only thing they can rely on are the two Yang God sword slaves who have condensed the true spirit of the sword path."
Wang Can hesitated for a while, then sighed and said, "The two sword slaves are Ah Mo's parents."
I frowned. The Daoist priest had said that Ah Mo's parents didn't want to be enslaved, so they committed suicide. How could they still be alive?
Wang Can told me that Ah Mo's parents had committed suicide. However, the Xuande Fairyland had been raising sword slaves for thousands of years. Their methods were very magical, and sword slaves didn't need intelligence. That was why they had preserved Ah Mo's parents' vitality and successfully turned them into sword slaves. The old Daoist didn't know about this, but Wang Can, as the current Master of the Wangwu Fairyland, knew about it.
"It's crazy …" I sighed, feeling depressed.
At this moment, I understood why the old Daoist had acted so crazily. It wasn't because of hatred, but because of fear.
That year when Ah Mo's parents were captured, he brought Little Ah Mo to escape to Wangwu Grotto-Heaven. Although I don't know the details, I can imagine that it must have been a tragic matter of life and death.
Even though he had been on the brink of death for many years, the old Daoist's heartstrings were still stretched taut. When he suddenly met me, the fear in his heart burst out. That was why there were so many misunderstandings.
Thinking about this, the resentment I had for the old Daoist dissipated.
After a moment of silence, I suddenly thought of a possibility. When I turned to look at Wang Can, my face was as dark as water. I asked him sternly, "Wang Can, tell me, do you have the intention to turn Ah Mo into a sword slave?"
As a Fairyland family, the Wangwu Fairyland wasn't having a good time. I didn't believe that Wang Can wouldn't be tempted by a Yang God sword slave whose fighting power was higher than that of the Yang God Celestial Master!
After listening to my question, Wang Can was stunned for a moment. Then, he replied solemnly, "Absolutely not.
Although the Wangwu Fairyland has declined, we don't dare to forget the teachings of our ancestors. If you want to cultivate the Dao, you must first cultivate the human nature. Only by being an upright person can you be qualified to cultivate the Dao. This is the foundation of the Wangwu Fairyland!
Otherwise, when Daoist Huang Zhu took Ah Mo to escape, he wouldn't have chosen to seek refuge in the Wangwu Fairyland.
Moreover, the sword slave technique is a secret of the Xuande Fairyland. Even if I wanted to, I didn't have the means. "
After listening to his explanation, I heaved a sigh of relief.
The Wangwu Fairyland had a deep relationship with me. Whether it was because of my identity or because of our previous friendship, we were inseparable. If the Wangwu Fairyland was a cruel family like the Xuande Fairyland, I really didn't know how to deal with it.
After talking for a long time, the fat man couldn't help but interrupt and ask Wang Can, "What about that old man?
He's also a sword cultivator, right? I saw that his cultivation was only at the early stage of the Glorious Consciousness realm, but the sword he threw out made even me tremble with fear. If it weren't for Zhou Yi, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to resist that sword. "
Hearing the fat man's words, Wang Can frowned and said coldly, "You and I are both from the Nine Cauldron Families, and we all respect the Sage as our master. How dare you call the Sage by his name!"
The fatty and I were stunned by his sudden rage.
Back in Chiyou's tomb, Wang Can and the fat man had a dispute because of the way they addressed each other. I stopped them, but now they quarreled again.
I was a little embarrassed. I reached out and held down the fat man, who also looked unhappy, and explained to Wang Can, "I have a different relationship with him. We grew up together. My name is just a title. Don't worry too much about it. Let's talk about the question he asked."
After persuading him, Wang Can let go of the question for the time being. He glanced at the fat man coldly and continued, "In terms of combat power, sword cultivators are stronger than other cultivators. The old Taoist was a good friend of Ah Mo's parents, and he already had the cultivation of the Glorious Consciousness realm. When he fled with Ah Mo, he was seriously injured, and his realm fell to the early stage of the Glorious Consciousness realm.
Now, although his cultivation has not recovered, his combat power is still far beyond the ordinary early stage of the Glorious Consciousness realm. It's normal that he can use that sword.
It's a pity that his Taoist foundation is damaged, and he can't recover or go further. Otherwise, if he becomes a Celestial Master and uses a Taoist sword, I'm afraid even the Sage won't be able to deal with him. "
After saying that, Wang Can seemed to sigh with emotion. He said, "Cultivators of my generation pay attention to two things on the road of cultivation. One is talent, and the other is resources.
Both are indispensable.
The old Taoist was seriously injured, and his talent was damaged. If he had enough cultivation resources, he could gradually recover over the years. It's a pity that he didn't trust the Wang family, so he didn't go to our Wangwu Grotto-Heaven and used the resources there to heal his injuries. Otherwise, it wouldn't be difficult for him to recover his cultivation and even become a Celestial Master. "
His words reminded me of the time when the Lu family had destroyed my meridians, and I had used the Saliva of the Real Dragon to dredge my meridians.
The Saliva of the Real Dragon was a cultivation resource. Wang Can was right.
However, when it came to the conditions of cultivation, his words were not comprehensive enough. I replied with a smile, "About cultivation, the common Taoists have a saying called 'Dharma, Wealth, Companion, and Place'. It's quite useful."
Wang Can's ancestor was also a Taoist, but he had lived in the Blessed Enclave for a long time and had been separated from the common world. He didn't understand what I meant.
The fat man next to me was also a Taoist, and he had been cultivating in the common world. Seeing that Wang Can was puzzled, he answered me proudly. "You don't know this.
The so-called 'Wealth, Companion, Dharma, and Place' refers to the four elements of cultivation. 'Wealth' refers to the treasures of heaven and earth and cultivation resources. 'Companion' refers to not only the Dual Cultivation Partner, but also the fellow cultivators. They can help each other to speed up their cultivation and gain more benefits. 'Dharma' refers to the cultivation method. Only when someone preaches to you can you enter the Taoist path. Lastly, 'Place' refers to the place for cultivation. For example, your Wangwu Grotto-Heaven has found a good place for cultivation, so it can maintain the speed of cultivation of your clansmen. "
After listening to the fat man's explanation, Wang Can's eyes flashed. He seemed to understand something. He frowned and thought about something.
"All right, all right, let's go to your Wangwu Grotto-Heaven."
After the fat man finished showing off, he seemed a little tired. He yawned and said impatiently, "Your Blessed Enclave doesn't dare to show up. Not only do you want to hide, but you also want to set up some kind of restriction formation. I had to climb the mountain for a whole day.
Now that you're here, you should take us in. "
This guy was probably really tired. He was still chattering away at this time.
Wang Can ignored him. His eyes were full of disdain. After glaring at the fat man, he turned to me and asked for my opinion.
I gave a wry smile. I didn't know why the two of them had turned against each other. They didn't like each other, and they didn't treat each other well.
I forced a smile and nodded. "Lead the way. I also want to see what the Paradise looks like."
Wang Can nodded and smiled. He pointed to the front and said to me respectfully, "Sage, this way, please."
Before leaving, I turned to look at the dilapidated temple.
The dilapidated temple stood alone in the lush forest. At this time, the sun was setting, and its afterglow shone on the bricks and tiles of the temple, reflecting a warm orange light.
However, I couldn't feel any warmth in my heart. I didn't know if it was because of Ah Mo's miserable life, or if it was because of the cruel and gloomy Metaphysics world, which had been torn off its bright and clean surface, which made me feel a little sad.
Indistinctly, Ah Mo's cries could be heard from the small temple. That old Taoist had saved him from the evil people of Xuande Grotto and brought him up. It had been more than ten years since then. Thinking about it, to little Ah Mo, this old Taoist was the closest and most respected person in the world.
Now that the old Daoist was injured, he couldn't help but feel sad.
I couldn't bear to look at him anymore. I turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the boulder standing next to the dilapidated temple.
Everything that had happened today was because of this boulder. I pointed at the boulder and asked Wang Can, "I heard from Ah Mo that this is a spirit stone. Do you know what's so mysterious about this boulder?"
"This boulder?"
Wang Can looked puzzled when he heard my question. He answered, "This boulder … I remember that year, the old Daoist came here and begged the Wangwu Grotto-Heaven to take Ah Mo in. My father's heart softened and he agreed. He left Ah Mo, who was still a baby at that time, with me and left on his own. More than a month later, he came back with this boulder covered in blood. At that time, I wondered how he had done it.
As for its mysteriousness, I had never heard of it. "
Wang Can's words made me more puzzled. According to him, this boulder was very important. Otherwise, the old Daoist wouldn't have risked his life to bring it here. However, the old Daoist had only reached the peak of the Glorious Knowledge realm at that time. Since he had taken it back from the Xuande Grotto-Heaven, it couldn't be too precious.
Moreover, everything had its owner. Even if this boulder was mysterious, it belonged to the old Daoist and Ah Mo. It didn't have much to do with me.