On the third day after Barron Frey was boiled into a pot of sesame oil, the news reached the palace of Heaven Dou City.
The celadon tea cup in Xue Qinghe's hand hit the ground with a clang, and the hot tea splashed onto the gorgeous dragon robe on his body, but he didn't notice it at all. He just stared at the messenger kneeling on the ground, his voice trembling slightly because of disbelief. "Say it again? Three ordinary people without Soul Ring killed three Soul Elder Soul Ancestor, there are still two hundred private soldiers, and they have incited the whole town to rebel?"
"Yes... yes, Your Highness." The messenger lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head. "They use a black iron pipe that can spit fire, which can penetrate Soul Master's Soul Power body protection after just a few dozen steps. There is also an explosive iron lump that can kill you with one explosion. There were more than a dozen people. Master Barron was shot in the head before he could even release Soul Skill. Now Blackstone Town has been taken over by the mob, and they are still teaching the iron pipe making method in the surrounding towns, and three mines have already followed suit."
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Xue Qinghe kicked over the desk in front of him, and the memorials were scattered on the floor. He spent a month killing seven nobles and collecting twelve fiefs. He thought he had firmly grasped the power of the Heaven Dou Empire, and thought that those weak-legged people would always be lambs to be slaughtered.
But now, three ordinary people who didn't even have Martial Soul shattered all his confidence in less than half an hour.
"Give me an order!" Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger, and his eyes were so cold that they could kill, "Let the Third Army immediately go to the southwest border and wipe out all rebels at all costs! Anyone who participates in the rebellion will be killed without mercy! All black iron pipes and explosives will be confiscated and destroyed. Anyone who hides them will be executed!"
"Yes! Your Highness!"
The messenger rolled away and retreated.
Xue Qinghe walked to the window, looked at the gray sky in the distance, and clutched the window sill with his fingers, his knuckles turning white.
He is not afraid of rebellion by the nobles, pressure from the Spirit Hall, or even those Otherworldly Visitors.
Because they all follow the same rules--
Soul Master supreme.
But those mud-legged people broke this rule.
They didn't think anything of their previous thoughts about other worlds.
Now there are more weapons like this that can damage Soul Master, which directly closes the gap with Soul Master.
It proves that ordinary people can also kill Soul Master, and shows that the rule of nobles can also be overthrown by them.
Once this weapon spreads, once all civilians pick up this iron pipe, the aristocratic system of the Tiandou Empire that has lasted for thousands of years will completely collapse.
"Check! Check for me immediately! Who are these three people? Where did that black iron pipe come from!"
Just as Heaven Dou Empire's third army marched toward the southwest border in mighty force, Black Rock Mine in the south of the Star Luo Empire was staged an even crazier riot.
On the high platform of the mine, the mine owner Mr. Yuri was sitting on the master's chair, drinking tea leisurely. Four Soul Elder level guards stood beside him, and under his feet were more than a dozen miners who were beaten half to death.
"A bunch of untouchables who don't know how to live or die!" Mr. Yuri spat and kicked the miners on the ground with his toes. "Dare you ask me for an eight-hour working day? Dare you ask me for wages? I tell you, your lives are all mine! You can live if I let you live; you must die if I let you die!"
"I will leave my words here today. Whoever dares to mention those heresies from other worlds or make trouble again will suffer the consequences!"
He waved his hand violently.
One of the guards raised his knife and dropped it. A human head fell to the ground, and blood spattered all over the ground.
The miners clenched their fists tightly, their nails dug deeply into their palms, and blood dripped from their fingers, but no one dared to make a sound.
They have already tried to resist.
Three days ago, they followed a leading miner and rushed to the mine owner's yard with hoes and shovels. As a result, four Soul Elder guards killed more than thirty people, and the rest were arrested.
Sure enough, without weapons, without Soul Power, they were really worse than ants in front of Soul Master.
Just when everyone fell into despair, a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe quietly appeared at the back of the crowd.
He looked ordinary, with a gentle smile on his face and a yellowed booklet in his hand.
He walked up to a young miner, patted his shoulder gently, put the pamphlet into his hand, and whispered, "Do you want revenge? Do you want your sister to no longer be snatched away by the mine owner? Do you want your child to no longer have to dig coal all his life like you?"
The young miner suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. "I think! But we don't have Soul Power, we can't beat Soul Master!"
"No Soul Power, you can practice."
The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the booklet in his hand, "This is <Qianyuan Blood-Burning Art>. No talent is required. As long as you have a breath, you can continue practicing. Burn your lifespan and exchange for Soul Power. Burn for ten years and exchange for Soul Scholar cultivation. Burn for more than twenty years and exchange for Soul Master cultivation. Burn for more than thirty years and exchange for Soul Grandmaster cultivation."
"Life span?" The young miner was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, life span." The middle-aged man nodded, his tone as calm as the devil's bewitchment, but in the eyes of others, it was an unquestionable force, "I know that most of you will work hard all your life and never live to be fifty. In this case, why not use ten or twenty years of life in exchange for an opportunity for revenge and an opportunity for future generations to no longer suffer?"
"Think about it, even if you don't practice, if you live another twenty years at most, you will still have to work in this dark mine for eighteen hours a day, and eventually you will be beaten to death by the mine owner, or crushed to death by the mine. Your sister will be snatched away by the mine owner, your son will continue to mine coal, and your grandson will continue to mine coal, and they will never get ahead for generations to come."
"But if you practice Qianyuan Blood-Burning Art, you only need to burn for ten years, and you can become Soul Scholar, and you can kill those ordinary private soldiers; after burning for twenty years, you can become Soul Master, you can compete with Soul Elder. You can kill the mine owner and avenge your brothers; you can take your family out of here, let your children go to school, and let them live a normal life."
"Exchange ten years of your life for your child's lifelong happiness. Is this deal worth it?"
The young miner's body trembled violently.
He lowered his head and looked at the booklet in his hand. There were four big characters written in calligraphy on the cover: Qian Yuan Burning Blood.
He thought of his sister who was snatched away by the mine owner yesterday, of his father who was beaten to death by the mine owner three years ago, and of the dark days he spent in the mine every day.
Yes, he will live for another twenty years at most.
No! Even ten to five years, maybe one year...