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[In a fit of rage, you directly transform into Super Two!]

[You activate the Three-Headed Race’s talent of Three Heads and Six Arms, grabbing a Spiritual Treasure in each hand, with more clenched between your three mouths.]

[Every punch you throw crackles with thunder and lightning; every strike unleashes a torrent of slashing blades and flashing blades.]

[You charge in and out of the mine seven times, as if stepping through empty land.]

[The alien races here are torn apart by your hands, scattered in pieces east and west.]

[The Ten Thousand Souls Banner follows close behind—every one you kill, it reaps a soul, drawing it into the banner to be suppressed and refined.]

[The Ten Thousand Souls Banner desperately needs souls right now.]

[During her research on the banner, that old hag released all the souls trapped inside it.]

[Of course, once those souls left the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, their only fate was to scatter into nothingness.]

[”Stop! Please, stop! We surrender! Mercy! Mercy!”] [You stand there, wreathed in blazing flames intertwined with roaring thunder, sporting three heads and six arms, golden hair bristling straight up, a blood-red Qilin Arm, and a motley array of Spiritual Treasures adorning your body.]

[The moment you plant yourself there, absolute domination is written all over your face.]

[The bull-headed men in the mine are completely deflated now, unable to muster even the courage to fight you to the death.]

[Watching the last few bull-headed men kneel on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, there’s not a trace of sympathy in your eyes.]

[”Crying? You can cry, but you’re still going to die!”]

[You strike out with a palm from a distance, the sheer force of it crushing their heads flat with nothing but air pressure.]

[You free the Firewood Sect members from the mine.]

[Thankfully, the Firewood Sect disciples are only worn down from hardship—they’re still alive.]

[After all, as cultivators, their vitality is tenacious.]

[You ask them for the full story of what happened.]

[”Sigh... these barbaric alien races, they don’t listen to reason...”]

[Shen Yifeng is among the miners too.]

[Even though he’s at the Nine Rotations in the Alchemy Dao, more than capable of protecting himself, he couldn’t bear to see his disciples suffer. So he chose to stay and work as a condition for the Blood Iron Sect not to harm the Firewood Sect members.]

[It all started after you left Firewood Town.]

[After your departure, the Firewood Sect continued steadfastly along the economic development path you had laid out for them.]

[They kept capturing alien mountain bandits and alien thieves, forcing them to work in the surrounding mines.]

[With every hammer and shovel those villains swung, the Firewood Sect’s resources gradually grew richer.]

[The Firewood Sect became wealthy.]

[But they didn’t forget the local villagers.]

[The wealthy helped the poor get rich too—the entire Firewood Town and surrounding villages flourished and thrived.]

[The common people’s creativity and passion for life were reignited, and everyone raced toward a bright future.]

[As the area grew prosperous, tax revenue increased—not because the Firewood Sect imposed heavy taxes, but because they only collected a normal proportional tax. When the people were poor, they didn’t force collection.]

[This drew the attention of the Firewood Sect’s superior administrative sect, the Blood Iron Sect—that’s the proper term, though usually people just say one sect is another sect’s vassal.]

[When the Blood Iron Sect came to inspect Firewood Town, they discovered how wealthy it had become.]

[The unreasonable bull-headed tribe simply indulged their disciples in looting the area.]

[Not only that, they drove the entire Firewood Sect into the mines as laborers, seizing the resource-rich mines for themselves.]

[The Blood Iron Sect was fishing the pond dry—these bull-headed tribesmen had absolutely no sense of long-term management.]

[So before long, they had ruined Firewood Town into the state you saw earlier, even worse than its original condition.]

[”We never expected that trying to benefit everyone would end up harming our fellow villagers. Some were killed, some fled... people rarely come to this area anymore...”]

[Shen Yifeng sat on the ground, sighing deeply.]

[”It’s all because our Firewood Sect is too weak to stand against the Blood Iron Sect. All we could do was let ourselves be pushed around, barely clinging to survival, waiting for the day we might make a comeback.

Heaven has eyes—it let us wait until you returned...”]

[Shen Yifeng now looked aged and weary, nothing like the imposing figure of a late-stage Alchemy Dao master.]

[You know he didn’t have to suffer like this; he just couldn’t bear to abandon his disciples, so he chose to endure hardship alongside them.]

[Ma Bang walked over, sword in hand.]

[”Sixth Elder! Take us to the Blood Iron Sect! We’ve endured humiliation all this time, just waiting for this chance!”]

[The Firewood Sect disciples all picked up their weapons, their eyes filled with resolve.]

[”We only held back because the Founding Ancestor told us to endure! Now that the Sixth Elder is back, we don’t have to hold back anymore!”]

[”Avenge the villagers!”]

[”If we don’t vent this humiliation, we’re not worthy of being called men!”]

[The crowd’s passion surged.]

[But you raised your hand to stop them and said.]

[”You don’t need to come. I can handle it alone.”]

[Shen Yifeng protested.]

[”Impossible! The Blood Iron Sect’s Sect Master, Niu Sanjiao, has already reached the Extreme Terrain Realm. Even though your cultivation has advanced and your combat power far exceeds others at the same level, the Extreme Terrain Realm is a realm that uses Divine Abilities. You alone...”]

[You cut Shen Yifeng off.]

[”I want you all to do something more important.”]

[”What?”]

[”Find the villagers who fled this area and bring them back. For a place to develop and prosper, what ultimately matters is having people. A region where nine out of ten houses are empty is still a desolate backwater, even if it’s paved with gold. People are the foundation!”]

[Your words carried undeniable weight, leaving the Firewood Sect with no choice but to obey.]

[Then, without a moment’s delay, you headed straight for the Blood Iron Sect.]

[The upper ranks of this sect were all bull-headed tribesmen, so eighty percent of the sect’s members were bull-headed.]

[Their mountain gate was built atop a scenic, isolated peak surrounded by lush waters and mountains.]

[At the foot of the mountain was a bustling little town called Hundred Streets Town, with a thriving commercial economy.]

[Like everywhere else, humans made up the largest proportion of the common population.]

[You saw many alien races dressed in Blood Iron Sect disciple uniforms roaming the streets, eating, drinking, and having a good time.]

[No matter what they consumed or bought here, they never paid a single coin.]

[Since this was the core territory of the Blood Iron Sect, even those being cheated had to smile and see them off.]

[Only after the bull-headed men were far away did they dare whisper a few complaints.]

[”These thick-headed ox-men have emptied a whole month’s worth of my earnings! I can barely afford to keep them!”]

[You had just arrived and were eating at an inn when you heard the proprietress behind the counter say this.]

[The waiter lowered his voice and said.]

[”Shh—my dear lady, how can you say something like that in broad daylight! And so loud! Don’t you want to live anymore?!”]

[The proprietress was a passionate soul.]

[”I’d rather die than keep slaving away to support those fat-brained idiots! If these alien races hadn’t restricted us humans from cultivating, I swear I’d learn a few moves and fight them to the death!”]

[You looked up at the proprietress—around thirty years old, still charming, with a spirited and determined face.]

[She reminded you of Mei Sanniang from Baiyun County.]

[”Proprietress, come over here.”]

[You raised your hand and beckoned.]

[Though she was still fuming, the proprietress smiled and walked over.]

[”Sir, what can I do for you? Is the food not to your liking? Waiter! Prepare a new set of dishes for this guest!”]

[You could see the bitterness hidden in her eyes.]

[Under the oppressive weight of the alien races, being cautious had become second nature to them.]

[”No need. If you don’t mind, could you spread the word to everyone in town? Today is the day the Blood Iron Sect falls. Anyone bold enough can come up the mountain to watch the show.”]