Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Capítulo 3045: Nameless

The man wasn’t lying. Even with the pitiful amount of aura the man had, he was close to becoming an Immortal. Perhaps even just a step away, but Han Mengli was far too weak to be capable of noticing something like that, so he had to take his word for it.

The man started asking more questions about how Han Mengli was getting his hands on the spirit stones when he didn’t have a Soul Space, but Han Mengli wasn’t about to reveal such a thing without knowing much about the man.

He planned on keeping that to himself, but the man was so persistent that after a few days, he had to reveal it.

He showed the man the spirit stone mine.

The man was surprised at first, and Han Mengli thought he would leave him alone, but the man then began asking how he transported the stones to the room.

After some time, Han Mengli revealed the wound on his arm as well, and how the demons tended to never search there.

Han Mengli did, however, not tell the man about the demon he had killed or the storage bag he had from the demon’s death.

The man grew a little disappointed at finding that, but he did nothing.

As thanks, the man helped Han Mengli, gathering ores for him. He was much stronger than even Han Mengli with his Qi, which the man revealed was because he had a body cultivation.

It wasn’t a strong one, but in a place without Qi, any of it was useful.

The man was a bit taller than Han Mengli, somewhat handsome too, with long dark hair, although the years of slavery had scraped some of that away. He looked relatively young for someone who had been here for a few centuries, no older than his early thirties.

Han Mengli asked for his name, but the man refused to give him one.

“My name stopped being mine the day I was taken a slave and stripped of all my rights and dignity,” the man said, fury burning in his eyes. “I shall bathe in the blood of the demons, and baptize myself to be born anew. And that will be the day I shall take upon my new name.”

If Han Mengli knew anything about the man, it would be that he had a deep hatred for the demons. If nothing else, he knew now for sure that their goals aligned.

“You can call me Nameless for now,” he said. “That’s what most of the others call me anyway.”

Han Mengli nodded.

Nameless quickly took charge of the spirit mine, determining how it was distributed.

“You’re giving it to people who lack Qi?” Nameless asked. “You need to give it to the strong ones.”

“I’m giving it to people who I think need it to live,” Han Mengli said. “They are barely making their quota every day, so I want them to survive.”

“Everyone wants to survive,” Nameless said. “But certain sacrifices need to be made if you want to fight back. Our rebellion requires strong fighters, and the sooner they gain back their strength, the better it will be.”

“And what about the weaklings?” Han Mengli asked.

“Sacrifices,” Nameless said.

“No, I won’t do that,” Han Mengli said. “We need numbers. The more that survive, the better it will be for us.”

“No, you need power. So long as the strong are strong, they can protect the weak,” Nameless said. “This is a battle between cultivators. Do not be so naive to think numbers can help you in the slightest. You need one Immortal demon and our entire resistance will fall to pieces before it even starts. Power.”

Han Mengli didn’t know how to argue with that. There were truths in those words, but he still wanted to protect as many as he could.

“Besides,” Nameless said, “If you were really thinking about the weak, you would have long since shown them this spirit stone mine. You could have saved many more lives, but deep down you know those lives don’t matter as much as killing the demon and getting out of here does.”

“You can’t let wishful thinking stop you from doing something right.”

Han Mengli sucked in a deep breath. In the end, he nodded.

“Now, we need to think about how we’re going to sneak into the treasury that should be on this site,” Nameless said.

“Treasury?” Han Mengli asked.

Nameless nodded. “Weapons, armors, shields, artifacts—anything we can get our hands on will be incredibly useful for the resistance. But without that, we can’t even hope to start.”

He stared at the pickaxe he held. “I wish this were of a bit higher quality; then we could fight back with it too.”

Han Mengli thought for a bit.

The next time Nameless left with his ores and returned, a few weapons had appeared in the empty spirit stone mine.

Nameless’s eyes widened in surprise. “Where did you get those?” he asked.

“I made them,” Han Mengli said. “I used to work in a forge and was in charge of refining weapons.”

Nameless’s eyes sparked with newfound hope. “Great!” he said. “But we’ll need a lot more than this—thousands more.”

“I plan to make enough for all the people in the mine,” Han Mengli said, despite already having it all ready. He didn’t want to reveal that right away.

“No,” Nameless said. “More. There are other places where the slaves are gathered. They won’t let us see it, but I’m sure of it. My friends have been taken away over the years and have never returned.”

Han Mengli nodded, having known about the other six groups of slaves.

With Nameless taking charge, he quickly took control of the situation. He asked Han Mengli not to reveal himself anymore and to let Nameless be the front of the rebellion.

Han Mengli was to focus on making weapons, while Nameless would gather the necessary individuals to start preparing them for the upcoming battle.

Before Han Mengli could even start, Nameless had his own request. “I can use swords, but I would love it if you could make a weapon I’m way more used to.”

6 of 18 Extra chapters done