613: Chapter 426 613: Chapter 426 Great Power Holder…
If the savages cannot be taught, then let us train them a little.
Jiang Tang heard the message sent back by the insects: The great powers were not only capturing insects, they were also helping out with human affairs.
The people of Ancient Xia Country were still kind-hearted, doing good deeds even after arriving in other nations.
Under the guidance of Su Chang’an, Jiang Tang was not idle either.
He moved the people confined like animals in the direction Su Chang’an had indicated.
Under his spell, these people flew into his Flying Artifact as if they had wings.
Jiang Tang had asked the Marquis about the arrangement for these tribespeople.
The Marquis said that these people lived like animals here and it would be better to take them to Ancient Xia Country to migrate.
Although they would not be wealthy there, they would not have such a hard life.
Jiang Tang could only agree, as Ancient Xia Country was indeed vast with many mountains.
They could really live better by farming in the mountains than by staying here, at least they would be free.
Those who were imprisoned in straw huts suddenly acted as if they were no longer in control of their own bodies, inexplicably flying towards the sky, their previously numb faces now showing horror, fearing that those who had done evil to them were doing something again.
The soldiers guarding the prisoners suddenly saw their captives flying into the sky, and they watched in bewilderment, not understanding what had happened.
By the time they came to their senses and went to check the straw huts, dozens of them were empty, and the soldiers collapsed on the ground in fear.
Before the soldiers could react, taken over by fear, Jiang Tang did something that terrified them even more.
With a wave of his hand, a spell ignited the dozens of straw huts.
The soldiers were terrified by the horrific blaze; they were too preoccupied with fleeing to report the incident.
The highest commander of the prison was housed in a different location.
Observing the fire, he assumed that dozens of straw huts had caught fire simultaneously and burned everyone inside to death.
He conveyed this news to the leaders.
The men and women, young and old, who had just entered the Artifact, still had faces marked by horror.
Their bewildered gazes showed a fear of death that had replaced their former numbness.
Jiang Tang designated a space inside the Artifact specifically for the people of the Marquis to work and live, a temporary refuge.
This time, he had rescued several hundred people.
According to Su Chang’an, there were more prisons like this one, which meant the capacity of his Artifact would need to be increased.
Fortunately, since it was an Immortal Artifact, it seemed small from the outside but could accommodate an immense number of places, akin to a sphere expanding into an entire Earth.
As long as he required it, the Magical Treasure would continue to grow larger.
In front of these frightened people, the Marquis ushered the rescued women into the Artifact.
Upon seeing their family members again, some of the women recognized relatives inside, and the reunited family members embraced and wept.
The Marquis produced a Magic Wand, a legendary relic of their tribe that they had never seen but knew of from ancestral tales.
The most powerful among them flourished when they possessed the Magic Wand.
Upon the emergence of the Marquis’s Magic Wand, they knew that a member of the most powerful family from the legends had come to rescue them from dire straits.
These people knelt and wept, no longer numb but showing deeper emotions and a renewed hope for life.
The Marquis spoke in a language they understood, comforting them by saying that he and his friend had come to rescue them and would save even more people.
He asked if they were willing to move to another country where they could live well and freely.
These people had been imprisoned, beaten without the right to a free life, children and young women sold, and treated like animals even when they bred or fell ill.
Freedom, a safe life—this was what they had longed for over the years, desperately hoping to be rescued from their plight.
Hearing the Marquis speak this way, how could they be unwilling?
As long as they could have enough food and their families could live in safety, what they yearned for most was freedom.
Hearing their agreement, the Marquis wielded his Magic Wand and recited a magical incantation.
Many among them were injured and wore tattered clothes, not merely tattered but like those of savages.
It was winter, and the cold was biting.
As the Marquis worked his magic, the filth on these people’s bodies was cleansed, their wounds healed, and they found themselves dressed in fine clothes.
Witnessing the change in their own bodies, the people were even more inclined to believe in the Marquis, seeing him as their benefactor, their leader, the one who rescued them from the flames.
Guided by Su Chang’an, Jiang Tang arrived at another refugee point; the situation here was much the same as before, the refugees being kept like animals, perhaps out of fear that someone would discover them.
These people had learned their lesson, instead of imprisoning people in their original locations, they drove them to a mountain, herded them into caves, with three caves guarded by soldiers.
Observing these so-called soldiers, they didn’t seem to be official in any way but more likely the minions of some nefarious force.
Luckily, Jiang Tang possessed a powerful Divine Sense, or he too might have been duped by these people.
However, in the Cultivation World, anyone above the Golden Core level could sense their plots—it was just the ordinary martial artists who were being fooled.
Jiang Tang didn’t know who the highest Capable Being among them was, but whoever it was, they were detestable for restricting personal freedom, which was against the law— they were worse than animals.
Jiang Tang felt no sympathy for the guardians of the caves.
Though they were only following orders, the malicious killing intent in their eyes suggested they had likely killed many and committed numerous atrocities.
He swept his hand unceremoniously, and those soldiers died instantly, crushed by his overwhelming presence, dissolving into bloody water without a trace.
Suddenly, as such an incident occurred at the cave entrance, the soldiers inside were too scared to come out.
They took the prisoners they were holding as hostages, hoping to use them as human shields.
Could these people really defend themselves against Jiang Tang’s mana with mere human wit?
He promptly sucked away the people inside.
Not only did he extract the individuals, but he also drew in those who treated them as tools.
In the process of being pulled, they let go of their captives, only to dissolve into bloody water and vanish into the air mid-flight.
These were merely ordinary martial artists who after death could not cultivate as Ghost Cultivators, but it seemed as if a black energy was being extracted from them.
Jiang Tang found it very strange and followed this black energy, leading him to another secret hideout.
He discovered that it was a wealthy district with a castle where someone was conducting a ritual.
A person was brandishing a Magical Treasure, dancing wildly while chanting a spell, as the black energy flowed into that Magical Treasure.
Jiang Tang speculated that this might be a malevolent Cultivation Method, perhaps a demonic cultivation.
Righteous people in the Cultivation World abhorred such methods, possibly involving killing people and harvesting their souls into a Treasure as a vile form of cultivation, similar to the methods used by some Ghost Cultivators.
Faced with such people, how could Jiang Tang let them go?
It had been a while since the Qianji Fire in his space had been stirred, and it was time for the Fire Spirit to move.
Jiang Tang summoned the Qianji Fire from his space.
A little disgruntled at being ordered around, Qianji Fire had been relaxed in the space, not given any tasks for a month.
Upon emerging, it vented its frustration on the nearest person, which happened to be the Mage assigned the task by its master, glaringly spewing flames.
The Mage, immersed in his cultivation, sensed the danger and emitted a stream of black energy from his Magical Treasure to try to block it.
Regrettably for him, the black energy was nothing but ghostly spirits, which Qianji Fire could extinguish without effort; against it, all spirits would be annihilated.
The Mage was shocked, his prior human and dog-like form swiftly twisting into a grotesque, demonic figure—his drastic transformation—now resorting to his most formidable demon magic.
Unfortunately for him, Qianji Fire had no fear of ghosts and was indifferent to the Mage’s flashes of lightning and bursts of flame, both posing no challenge to Qianji Fire, who had a fiercer inferno than any the Mage could conjure.
The ordinary lightning was just that—ordinary.
Why would Qianji Fire fear flame?
As the Mage summoned more poison and toxic mists, Qianji Fire burned through them all, setting not only the demon himself ablaze but also his castle.