Building a sect from scratch

Changzhou, south of Liuhuang, outside the Feng clan.

The scorching sun was scorching the earth. Ah Zhi licked his chapped lips and hesitated for a while before carefully taking out a milky white fruit from his arms.

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He raised his head, opened the fruit, and squeezed out a small stream of juice.

The pitiful amount of milky white juice was like rain from the sky, and it instantly soothed Ah Zhi, who had been roasted to the point of splitting all over. He swallowed a large mouthful of juice with satisfaction before stuffing the crushed pulp into his mouth.

After doing all this, he continued to walk with heavy steps towards a river more than ten miles away.

He is the slave of a descendant of a shaman from the Feng clan. His master has the right to use the Yingshui River. Therefore, as a water slave, he has to transport enough river water back to his master to irrigate his garden. Planted exotic flowers and plants.

The Feng clan is not a sect, but one of the largest tribes in the Liuhuang area of ​​Changzhou.

Different from the sects that are all monks, the tribes in the Liuhuang area include monks and ordinary mortals. They live together and struggle to survive in this barren and arid land.

The monks in these tribes are not called monks. They all have a special name called "Witch".

Witches have the ability to communicate with heaven and earth, see the future, control thunder and fire, and even bring the dead back to life. Among the many tribes in Liuhuang, the status of witches is even higher than that of the tribe leader.

There are tens of thousands of people in the Feng clan, scattered in the southern part of Liuhuang. To the west is the Xin tribe, and further to the southwest, across a strait, to Yanzhou is the largest Suiming tribe.

Liuhuang, as the name suggests, refers to a desolate, arid, and extremely resource-deficient area. It covers the southern part of Changzhou and the northern part of Yanzhou, and is almost one of the furthest continents from Central Continent.

Under the harsh living conditions, a more cruel and tightly structured group was born: the clan tribe.

If the cultivation sect is based on the inheritance of master and apprentice as the core of the transfer of power, then the tribes in the Liuhuang area are like the ancient flower grower civilization of Blue Star, using blood as the link to transfer power.

Ashe's mother was a slave, so he is also a distance. If he has blood in the future, he will also be a slave, and this will not change for generations to come.

As a slave, he also had special survival skills.

When the light from the sun was no longer so strong and the ground was no longer so hot that it was smoking, Ah She appeared outside the gate of the Feng tribe's tribal village, carrying the tangled water bag.

This is a lazy method he has developed over the years.

As a water slave, his daily task is to fetch water, but the Yingshui River is too far away. According to the share allocated by the steward, he has to make three or four hard trips to just fetch enough water. So, he tried to ask other slaves to get a "water bag", a "witchcraft" that could hold a lot of water. In this way, he only needs to run once to get the water he needs.

Therefore, he would hang out for a long time every time and then come back in time, pretending that he was working non-stop - anyway, a steward has to guard dozens of slaves, and there is no way to keep an eye on each slave at the same time.

Today, Ah Zhi came back as usual, but found that everyone's atmosphere seemed a bit solemn and something was wrong.

He didn't think much about it, he just thought that one of the slaves made a mistake and was cooked and eaten by other slaves.

This is also the custom of the Feng clan.

If a slave is disobedient, the master can take care of it on his own. In most cases, he will cook it and then let other slaves share the food. This can save one meal of rations and also serve as a deterrent to other slaves. And for many ignorant slaves, this is still a rare "big meal"!

Ah Zhi also shared food with other slaves, but after eating it, he was so sick that he vomited. He felt very sad. He didn't know why. It was probably because he had gradually forgotten his mother's appearance, and it was also because he broke his master's beloved one. It was cooked and eaten in a painted porcelain vase.

This time, I don’t know which unlucky guy suffered another disaster.

Ah Zhi secretly sighed.

But when he was about to pour the water from the water bag into the water urn as usual, a slave who was accompanying him as a water slave hurriedly pulled him and warned: "Ashe! What are you doing today?" Don’t get in front of the steward!”

Before Ah She could ask why, the water slave ran away in a panic and didn't know where to go.

Ah She couldn't help but frown.

The water-fetching slave was responsible for fetching the well water that his master drank. He had a higher status than himself, and his management treated him better than himself. But he was pretty good to me. He made me do tricks like holding water bags, which really saved me a lot of trouble.

Ah Zhi rarely saw the other party so flustered and anxious, and he was a little confused.

But before he had time to think too much, he saw the steward with a dark face.

The steward cursed loudly: "I know how to be lazy all day long, and sooner or later I'll cook you bunch of bastards!"

Ah She remembered the warning that was still echoing in her ears, and quickly turned around to avoid it, but it was too late.

The steward asked Ah She, "You! It's you! You are responsible for fetching water, right?"

Ah She nodded blankly.

The steward waved impatiently: "Follow me! Hurry!"

With that said, he strode towards the outer door.

Ah Zhi did not dare to disobey and took charge of the affairs, so he followed step by step.

The two of them walked through the huge garden and came to a wasteland, where many slaves had gathered. Ah Zhu knew some of them, some didn't, and everyone was pale and silent.

The arrogant steward came here and immediately bent his waist, with a flattering face, and said to a very beautifully dressed person: "Master Youwu, this is also OK, just enough to make up 80 slaves, and the money will be calculated together!"

Ah Zhu watched in a daze as the beautiful person took out a wooden box from somewhere, which seemed to contain something precious, and handed it to the steward. The steward was more respectful and more flattering. He took the wooden box and left without looking back.

Was he... sold?

Ah Zhu guessed dully.

Buying and selling slaves was also common in the Feng clan, but he had worked under his master for more than ten years and never thought that he would be sold.

If he was sold, who would fetch water for his master?

Ah Zhu was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, until he was pushed and walked into a huge ship.

This ship was really big, bigger than the biggest ship he had seen on the Yingshui River. There were dozens of slaves on board, and they couldn't even occupy a small corner.

Everyone was waiting for their future fate in fear and trepidation, even Ah Zhu secretly prayed that he could meet a master who was similar to his old master.

At least, don't consume them as sacrifices.