The Master of Beasts-Chapter 636 - 175

A grand palace forged entirely from bronze stood on this barren land.

Countless cultivators, shackled and carrying massive bluestones, toiled endlessly under the supervision of overseers.

"Slap."

Viciously cracking the whip across a cultivator lying on the ground, the overseer, with a fierce expression, shouted angrily, "Damn it, are you slacking off?"

"Get up, get up!"

The overseer, filled with rage, continually lashed the cultivator on the ground with a black whip, the barbs on the whip leaving bloody welts on the cultivator's body, some sections even tearing off bloody chunks, looking quite gruesome.

"Enough, he's dead!"

The overseer paused for a moment, approached and kicked the body, then checked with his divine soul, spitting disdainfully, "What a waste!"

This place is the exile land of sinners from Yellow Wind Ridge, specifically used for constructing various sacrificial palaces. Most of these cultivators are sinners, with a few being unrooted loose cultivators caught by cultivators from Yellow Wind Ridge.

"Sob sob."

Not far away, from a wooden hut, a disheveled yet beautiful female cultivator ran out, followed closely by a pot-bellied manager.

"Sir!"

"Hmm, they said the bronze palace must be completed within a year. You know what to do!" the manager said lazily.

The overseers exchanged glances. How could such a task be completed in a year? It's not some random construction project where a few spells would suffice.

This bronze palace is meant for ancient sacrifices and can only be completed with the most primitive human labor, without even the scent of livestock. To complete it within a year, the labor force would need to at least double!

They wanted to refuse, but thinking of the manager's brutal methods, the overseers had no choice but to agree reluctantly, deciding to push the cultivators harder. After all, they're cultivators—what's a year without sleep?

On a mountain opposite Yellow Wind Ridge, Jian Wuli and the Netherworld King stood with their hands behind their backs.

"How is it?"

"What do you mean how? Wasn't it clarified long ago?" the Netherworld King said expressionlessly.

"Such remote places are the easiest for ascenders from weak worlds to appear. These ascenders, after enduring countless hardships to reach the true realm, are divided by powers before they even shine their own light."

"The luckier ones become loose cultivators, living precarious lives. The unlucky ones are captured as laborers, who, after all the humiliation, end up dying from exhaustion here."

"In the essence, the true realm is also about the survival of the fittest. It's even more terrifying than the heavenly realm and other small worlds!" Jian Wuli said, clenching his fist.

The Netherworld King moved his eyes slightly, curious, "I've known you for so long, yet didn't know you have the heart of a saint!"

Jian Wuli laughed twice, "Isn't this environment perfect for our appearance?"

"Once we rescue these laborers, won't they be devoted to us?"

"If a few geniuses appear, gaining a few heavenly immortals is a huge win!"

"Is this the reason for your independent action?" Shuibing, who had been absent for a long time, suddenly appeared behind the two.

Jian Wuli turned and saluted, "Sir, I think this is our opportunity!"

Shuibing passed by them, quietly looking at the scene of Yellow Wind Ridge, just in time to see the female cultivator running out crying from the manager's hut.

With a trace of disgust in his eyes, Shuibing said flatly, "Then do as you say, and I will provide support. I want you to clear all the surrounding areas and turn them into our Heavenly Gate's territory!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Jian Wuli was secretly delighted and said calmly, "Rest assured, sir, I will clear all obstacles."

"Hmm, here are the resources for this batch!" Shuibing threw out a storage ring.

As the Candle Dragon most skilled in space power and time power, supplying materials to various outposts and branches was naturally Shuibing's responsibility.

"Why so much?" Jian Wuli was shocked after a slight inspection!

It was far more than the previously scant resources sent by the organization.

A smug smile appeared on Shuibing's face, "Recently, I recruited a newcomer, which made basic supplies much more abundant."

"As expected of you, sir!" Jian Wuli praised.

"Hmm, do your job well."

Before leaving, Shuibing glanced at the Netherworld King and Jian Wuli, both ascenders from the same small world as Chen Jiuge, with great ambition.

"I wonder if they know each other. I'm really looking forward to their encounter!"

........

In just three days, Jian Wuli organized a force and launched a surprise assault on Yellow Wind Ridge!

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

Boundless sword qi descended from the sky, each carrying the power of the True Immortal Tenth Layer Heaven, precisely targeting the overseers, striking them from above!

"Enemy attack!"

The short alarm was abruptly cut off but was enough for the cultivators stationed there to react!

The pot-bellied manager rose into the air, recklessly releasing the cultivation of a Two Flowers Celestial Immortal, his bean-like small eyes glinting fiercely, roaring, "Who dares court death!"

In this barren region, a heavenly immortal was the pinnacle. To break through, one must leave.

But how could beautiful flowers bloom on barren land?

For a celestial immortal like the manager, how could he have never ventured out? However, having his courage shattered by outside cultivators, he retreated back here, living a drunken life and dream death.

Essentially, celestial immortals like the manager are just dream-living wastes!