In a county town.
A group of ordinary people happily threw a Cultivator out of the city, then gleefully occupied his residence and fields.
Of course, the county magistrate soon arrived with his men and drove them out.
"You're courting death!"
"You have food and clothing, yet you still insist on doing this!"
The county magistrate was furious.
He was not a Cultivator either, but he relied on the Immortal Dynasty's system, so he had to handle this matter.
These people were simply causing trouble for him.
"Hmph, those Cultivators used to look down on us just because they were clever and talented. Now they're sick—it's Divine Retribution."
"Their land, houses, and shops all belong to us."
"That's right. They seized so many things from us before. Now it's time to give them back!"
"Exactly! Now it's our world. We want good houses, good schools, good insurance, and pensions too!"
The commoners began surrounding and attacking the county magistrate and the yamen staff.
But they were not organized, after all.
Or rather, they were willing to fight a little, but risking their lives was another matter.
When the county magistrate turned ruthless and led the yamen staff in beating them wildly with iron rulers, the entire crowd still scattered.
They were far inferior to the old man's rebel force.
This illness among the Cultivators lasted only three short years.
Yet over those three years, one-third of the Cultivators died.
They left behind vast amounts of resources.
People also began to wonder whether cultivation was truly the only thing in life.
"Spending one's entire life cultivating, spending most of one's time in seclusion alone in a room, with less than a few decades of meaningful life—and working even harder besides."
"Is that really worth it?"
People began discussing Civilization, life, happiness,