Over the years, as Lin Qian traveled as a rchant, passing through countless cities of the Eight-Eyed God Race, he beca fully aware of this race's attitude towards the indigenous beings of the Nine Heavens, regardless of age or gender.
Lin Qian even harbored a glimr of hope, wondering if these alien plunderers might possess so benevolent thoughts.
But in this decade-long journey through nearly a thousand cities, Lin Qian was left with only one feeling.
Damn it!
The Eight-Eyed God Race, whether young or old, feel no sympathy or pity for the indigenous beings they enslave.
In their eyes, the lives of these indigenous beings are highly valuable.
Indeed, they are rely valuable, viewed as equivalents to Pupil Coins rather than as living beings.
Just goods, livestock, traded as they please, stripped of the dignity of life.
The elderly? Children? Won?
No exceptions—every mber of the Eight-Eyed God Race holds this belief.
He had witnessed more than once the children of the Eight-Eyed God Race taking delight in torturing humans, as a childhood ga.
He had also seen those elderly ones rcilessly abusing won from various clans.
Thus, Lin Qian realized that these Eight-Eyed Gods, no matter their age, are deserving of death.
The rchants following him, Lin Qian was well aware, only followed him because he found them useful, allowing them to earn with him.
These rchants, who regard the indigenous beings of the Nine Heavens as livestock, were seen by Lin Qian as pigs awaiting slaughter.
Moreover, pretending to befriend them along the way, then killing them and having Ghost Shadow replace them, would eliminate suspicions and be more reliable.
Using Pupil Coins to buy slaves is the safest and most secure way to rescue these beings of the Nine Heavens.
Lin Qian knew he couldn't save everyone; at least, during the plot to take down the enemy's library, he could save however many he could with his abilities.
The next day, the rchant disguised as Ghost Shadow went to retrieve those slaves and brought them to Lin Qian's mansion.
It should be known that Lin Qian's mansion was large enough to house even tens of thousands of people.
If it weren't, how could it be called a grand estate?
Once the slaves were brought, the rchants continued doing what Lin Qian had tasked them with.
First, they were to purchase the mining rights outside the southeast of the city.
In the mansion's front court, there were already about six thousand slaves.
Among these slaves, four thousand were from the Human Clan, five hundred from the Ape Clan, and several from other clans.
They bore the mark of slavery on their faces, all indicating that they were born in this Small World, rather than caught from outside, making them much cheaper.
They warily and nervously looked around, especially the won among these clans.
All of them understood what fate awaited them as slaves.
If lucky, they would rely endure hardship and fatigue, and at least live longer.
At least, they could stay alive as long as they had the strength to work.
But there were tis when they were bought solely for slaughter and entertainnt.
Soon after, footsteps suddenly approached from the front, causing everyone to look ahead.
Before their eyes appeared a mber of the Eight-Eyed God Race, staring at them apathetically.
After scanning them, Lin Qian's Soul Consciousness enveloped them, ensuring that none of them were secretly an Eight-Eyed God Race.
Better safe than sorry, and after confirming, Lin Qian spoke, "You were bought to mine Spiritual Ore Veins, understood?"
"Soone will take you there at the ti."
"But there are a few requirents I need to clarify with you."
The slaves stood obediently, barely daring to breathe, cautiously watching Lin Qian.
Upon hearing his words, realizing they were going to mine, they all gradually relaxed internally.
Thankfully, they weren't bought for slaughter and amusent.
Apparently, good work at the mine could ensure survival.
However, the faces of the won among them still looked grim.
As slaves, they knew how arduous the mines were.
Excessive labor could even result in dying from exhaustion.
Even though these slaves had Body Refinent Realm strength, their bodies contained only Soul Power, not Soul Energy.
The mines, being incredibly tough, demanded equally trendous physical and Soul Power to successfully quarry the hard ore within for Spirit Stones and to grind Soul Crystals.
Often, in those mines, they worked for eleven hours and rested one, with no food or drink.
n might be able to endure, surviving on nature's spiritual energy, but for won, unless they were extraordinarily robust, it wasn't so simple.
But what could they do? As slaves, they had no choice.
Afterward, they waited patiently for Lin Qian to announce the rules and conditions.
So slaves displayed wry smiles, speculating about how many hours this Slave Master would require them to work daily.
"First, once inside the mine, no leaving—you must remain there at all tis."
Lin Qian's words made everyone's face pale as they realized their fate was sealed.
This command was no different from ordering them to work nonstop.
"In the mine, you're free to cultivate, sleep, and enjoy yourselves. If you want food, it will be sent in. But under no circumstance are you to leave the mine, understood?"
When Lin Qian said this, everyone lifted their heads, staring at him in disbelief as if staring at a monster.
They even wondered if they had misheard or were dreaming.
They only needed to stay in the mine, not actively mine?
Cultivate, sleep, eat, and play as they wished?
Surely this was a joke. Had this Eight-Eyed God Slave Master gone mad, buying them just to keep them in the mine for amusent?
When did such idiots exist among the Eight-Eyed God Race?
"Didn't you hear, answer loudly!" Seeing them stunned, Lin Qian's expression turned solemn as he roared.
And his internal pressure overwheld them, intimidating them.
In front of him, these slaves of various clans all knelt, unable to lift their heads.
"Understood!" they all quickly shouted.
"Second, inside the mine, no fighting, brawling, or internal strife—any act of bullying will be punished by death."
"Third, any information about the Eight-Eyed God Race, whether useful or not, must be reported to your supervisors upon reaching the mine."
"Abide by these three points, and your lives will be secure."
After Lin Qian finished speaking, the slaves before him were utterly stupefied.
Could it be that this dream was this real?
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