Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1814 - 13: Birth_3

The resource demand is low, combat power forms quickly; although the combat power is extremely low within the same class, the victory lies in being able to rapidly achieve a breakthrough...

With these advantages, as long as a large number of Class V and Class VI True Martial Cultivators can be formed, Little Cang World will inevitably need them!

Wang Yi’an suddenly felt a shock in his heart.

Unconsciously, his thoughts had become like his father’s, purely viewing each life from a numerical perspective... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"This is the change in the human heart brought about by differing perspectives."

Wang Yi’an silently felt the difference in his state of mind.

At this moment, he inexplicably understood some of the things his father had said before.

When one’s status elevates, and they truly possess the power to decide the life and death of countless people, over time, they inevitably head towards alienation.

"So..."

He looked again towards a village ahead.

The scent of herbs mixed with the emotions of grief lingered over the village.

In the middle of the village, lay bodies so damaged they were unrecognizable.

These were True Martial Cultivators who died in battle with Demonic Beasts.

Feeling the silent grief in the village, Wang Yi’an’s heart was touched.

He suddenly understood something.

"So, if one wants to keep their original intentions, they should stay here, experience their joys and sorrows, understand their desires and needs, work and live with them, become a living human being like them, instead of overlooking all life from above..."

Only by living among all beings can one consider them as human.

Only by touching the reality of all beings does one not dare to easily sacrifice such beings.

Alienation happens because those people have been too far away from all beings for too long...

The reason of the world is inherently this simple.

Yet remarkably difficult.

How many accomplished people are willing to ’sink’ into the commonality of beings?

"Knowledge is easy, action is difficult..."

There was a hint of understanding in Wang Yi’an’s eyes.

The surrounding snow melted, gathering into puddles.

He stared at his reflection in the puddle.

The slight ripples reflected his face.

He looked deeply at his reflection, without the slightest hesitation, raised his hand, cut off his own hair, and sealed the sword he carried within himself.

Then he raised his palm, gently pressing it to his forehead.

"Let’s give it a try."

He pressed down lightly.

The next moment, his gaze quietly turned pure, bewildered, innocent... like that of a newborn.

He slightly lowered his head, looking at his own palm.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a realization:

"My name is... Yao."

"My name is Yao."

’Yao’ raised his head, looking around.

Then he directly walked towards the village that had just lost its people.

"Who are you!"

The villagers’ voices, filled with suspicion, erupted from within the village.

"My name is Yao."

’Yao’ spoke calmly, seemingly unafraid of these people, looking past the villagers surrounding him towards the corpses laid on the snow, suddenly speaking:

"I can save them."

The villagers were instantly shocked, but soon filled with rage.

The middle-aged man, who seemed to be the leader, frowned deeply, looked at Yao, and spoke coldly:

"Stranger, regardless of your origins, please don’t joke about this matter, we have just lost some people here..."

"I can save them... their souls haven’t gone far."

Yao continued.

His gaze was clear, unwavering.

Such an attitude angered the surrounding villagers, and Blood Energy seemed to swirl around them, as if they might lose control.

However, Yao’s gaze made the leading middle-aged man frown again, then suddenly raise his hand to stop the villagers behind him.

"Let him try."

"Elder brother!"

"Let him try!"

"But...alright!"

Yao walked alone past the gazes filled with rage, anger, to the bodies.

Raising his hand somewhat clumsily, he walked around the corpses.

Reaching out to the middle-aged man:

"Give me some blood."

"Will Demonic Beast blood do?"

The middle-aged man’s gaze slightly tightened, his chest heaving slightly, but he suppressed his emotions and asked.

"It will do."

Yao nodded.

"Give it to him."

"But elder brother, we don’t have much Demonic Beast blood left..."

"I said, give it to him!"

Taking the stone basin filled with Demonic Beast blood, Yao dipped his fingers, then painted many Talisman-like patterns on the corpses with the dark red blood.

"What exactly is he doing?"

The villagers exchanged puzzled looks, unable to perceive anything from it.

Even the leading middle-aged man frowned tightly.

He was a Class III True Martial Cultivator, much stronger than the surrounding Class I and Class II villagers, yet still couldn’t understand.

"Is there any beeswax?"

"Give it to him!"

"Is there any cotton thread?"

The middle-aged man slightly frowned.

Seeing the middle-aged man’s expression, Yao slightly shook his head, gently pulling a small bunch from his white hair, twisting it to form a wick, and rolling it into the beeswax, surprisingly crafting a crooked candle.

Dipping it in blood, he positioned it above the snow-covered bodies.

Then Yao slowly stood up, his voice like a ghost...

Just as the impatience grew in the middle-aged man’s eyes.

This candle unexpectedly lit up!

Even though it was only a tiny bead of light, it enveloped all the bodies.

In this light, one after another, blurred and transparent figures silently flew from afar, then continuously collided into these bodies.

Under everyone’s astonished gazes, these bodies unexpectedly opened their eyes, full of bewilderment, with some even standing up, in disbelief at themselves and the companions that had already died before.