The Human Touch of the Cultivation World

Heyang City bustled with people coming and going.

Over the past while, the pig-butchering scams sweeping through Yu Prefecture had dealt a brutal blow to the smaller sects. No one knew how many small sects had watched years of careful planning go up in smoke overnight, losing a massive opportunity to make money.

Quite a few cultivators were astonished by this, but what they did not understand was that such things had not been uncommon in the cultivation world before.

After the tide of spiritual energy descended upon heaven and earth, the number of cultivators entering the cultivation world exploded. From the very beginning, they had caught a good era.

The great sects were run ragged as their patriarchs secluded themselves and rebellions broke out below, while small sects and minor factions quietly rose to prominence by seizing the opportunity.

The former had no time to govern them. Merely handling their own internal affairs had already left them overwhelmed.

As for the latter, there was even less need to say. If they wanted to rise, they had to win over this new generation of strength, so they pushed the benefits to the very limit.

But what about before that?

When the cultivation world had still been in its barbaric age, communication between different places was painfully slow. Beneath the vast stretches of land, the countless mortals, as insignificant as blades of grass, had been the true mainstream of this world.

How would cultivators who had escaped their humble origins behave toward such people?

Naturally, the strong ruthlessly swallowed the weak, and the weak drew their blades against those even weaker.

There was something good in your territory?

Sorry, that was left behind by us long ago.

You refused?

Very well. This was no longer your territory. This was our turf