Ten years of life can only be exchanged for Soul Master cultivation level. This is just a simple conversion. In fact, the higher the cultivation level, the more Life you will consume.
For the bottom layer of the Douluo Continent, this is not a big price at all.
It's a gift from God.
Under the oppression of the nobles and the bullying of Soul Master, the average life span of ordinary civilians is less than forty years old, and those who can live over fifty years are considered to have a long life.
They consider this deal to be extremely cost-effective in exchange for the power they have to protect their families and resist oppression with their little lifespan.
Even if it is a book of Evil's exercises, they are still willing to do it.
Therefore, for him, it is worth it to trade a few decades of life for his sister's freedom and his children's future!
"I'll practice!"
The young miner suddenly raised his head, with crazy flames burning in his eyes. "As long as I can kill Master Yuri, as long as I can save my sister, let alone ten years of life, even if my life is burned, I am willing!"
"Okay."
The middle-aged man smiled, put his hand on the top of his head, and a weak warm current was injected into his body. "Follow me and recite the mantra, guide the energy and blood, burn life, and turn it into Soul Power."
The young miner closed his eyes and began to guide the qi and blood in his body according to the formula taught by the middle-aged man.
He could clearly feel that his Life power was rapidly passing away, his skin became rough at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fine wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes.
But at the same time, a warm power slowly rose from his Dantian and flowed throughout his body.
This is Soul Power!
He actually owns Soul Power!
"I succeeded! I became Soul Scholar!"
The young miner opened his eyes suddenly, trembling with excitement.
He clenched his fist, feeling the unprecedented strength in his body, and punched the stone next to him.
"Bang!"
He punched the hard bluestone into a deep hole.
The miners around were stunned.
Is this probably even more powerful than the normal Soul Master?
They looked at the wrinkles on the young miner's face and the light in his eyes, and they all became excited.
"I will practice too! I want to avenge my son!"
"I'll practice too! I'm going to kill Master Yuri!"
"Count me in! Isn't it just life? I've already lived enough!"
More and more miners gathered around, and the middle-aged man distributed the <Qianyuan Blood-Burning Art> pamphlets one after another, patiently taught them the cultivation formulas, and began to practice secretly as long as he had time.
I don't know how many two and a half days later.
Master Yuri was still drinking on the high platform, enjoying himself happily with several beautiful women in his arms, when he suddenly heard a thunderous roar coming from below.
He raised his head suddenly, and his face turned pale instantly.
I saw the originally numb miners, now with red eyes and a faint blood-colored light all over their bodies, rushing towards the high platform.
Their speed was several times faster than usual, and their strength was astonishing. The hoes and shovels in their hands could actually split the armor of private soldiers.
"What's going on?! How can they have such power!"
Master Yuri could not believe it, but he was also frightened out of his wits. He shouted sharply, "Guards! Where are the guards! Kill them! Kill them!"
Seven or eight Soul Elder guards rushed forward immediately, Martial Soul Possession, Soul Ring lit up.
"Damn slaves, you are looking for death!"
One of the guards sneered and slapped the first Soul Skill "Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain" hard at the young miner who was rushing at the front.
The young miner did not dodge, but faced his fist and violently activated the Qianyuan Blood Burning Attack, burning countless years of his life.
His body swelled in an instant, the blood-red light surged, and he punched him forward.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise.
The Soul Elder guard was actually punched away by him. He vomited blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Everyone was stunned.
The mining slave who was a pariah before actually defeated Soul Elder with one punch?!
"Kill!"
The young miner roared angrily and rushed up to the high platform first.
More and more miners rushed forward, frantically burning their lifespan in exchange for more powerful power.
Some people burned for twenty years before becoming Soul Master, some burned for thirty years and became Soul Elder, and some even burned for fifty years, and their hair instantly turned white, but they exploded with Soul Ancestor level power.
They are not afraid of death.
They have long had enough.
They want to use their lives to pave a way for future generations.
In less than half an hour, all four Soul Elder guards were killed. Master Yuri was beaten to death by the angry miners, and his body was hung on the gate of the mine.
The middle-aged man stood on the high platform and looked at the cheering miners with a happy smile on his face.
He took out a badge from his arms, with a pattern of land engraved on it.
"From today on, we are no longer slaves, we are no longer slaves to be slaughtered."
"We are believers of Black Earth Cult."
"We believe in wisdom, equality, and using our own hands to create a new world without oppression or exploitation."
"Black Earth Cult, long live!"
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
The miners raised their fists high and shouted in unison, the sound filling the valley.
No one noticed that there was an imperceptible hint of fatigue and sadness in the middle-aged man's eyes.
He Mo Bai has traveled through this world for ten years. He has seen too much suffering and too much injustice.
He has seen seven-year-old children beaten to death by nobles, he has seen eighteen-year-old girls snatched away by nobles and taken to auction houses, and he has seen countless civilians living and dying like animals.
He tried many methods to change the world.
He ran a school to teach commoners how to read, but the nobles burned down the school and killed all the students.
He tried to organize a trade union to fight for the rights of workers, but was suppressed by the nobles and all the backbones of the trade union were hanged on the city gate.
After all, this is a solidified world of the weak and the strong.
If you cannot become Soul Master, without power, you are nothing at all.
But he doesn't know how to make guns and ammunition. Without a hard enough gun barrel, even if he has so-called red ideas, it will be useless.
In the end, he could only create Qianyuan Blood-Burning Art.
This technique would be called Evil in any world.
He knows the cost of this technique, and knows that everyone who practices it will lose their lifespan and die early.
But he had no other choice.
In this world where Soul Master is supreme, ordinary people have no choice but to risk their lives if they want to resist, if they want to survive, if they want their descendants to be safe.
The sacrifice of one generation can only be used to exchange the light of the next generation.
This is the cruelest method, Evil's method, and the only method.
Mo Yu looked at the cheering miners, with a smile and a painful expression on his face at the same time.