Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 620 - : Saving People

Chapter 620 -620: Saving People

A magnificent castle rose from the ground in the midst of Flying Catkins Valley.

This castle was built on the ruins of the former Flying Catkins Camp, but its grandeur and layout were entirely different!

The outer walls of the castle were made of bluestone blocks, each one a zhang square, meticulously polished into a perfect cube, then smeared with a special adhesive clay and finally solidified with a spell.

All of the bluestone was manually mined from deep mountains over a hundred li away.

The miners and stonemasons were none other than the Loose Cultivators of Flying Catkins Camp who had become Slave Cultivators.

All of them bore slave brands and were under restrictions, performing the most laborious of tasks, exploited to their limits as they ate their fill and worked extensively.

As for the families of these Loose Cultivators, they worked as servant slaves, handling menial jobs.

The ones who bought them from the Great Elephant Demon and built the castle in Flying Catkins Valley were from a small Immortal Cultivation sect.

Divine Reflect Gate.

This sect, for reasons unknown, came here, bought slave cultivators, and undertook grand constructions, showing an attitude of long-term operation, and had, in fact, completely replaced the original Flying Catkins Camp.

Poor cultivators of Flying Catkins Camp, however, had to mine for stone in the pitch-dark tunnels.

Zhang Mushan wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to end up with a hand covered in lime.

He licked his parched lips; his throat felt as though it were on fire, a scorching pain!

This Purple Mansion cultivator stealthily glanced at the supervisor standing not far away, and with his almost depleted Dantian mana, he infused it into the mining knife in his hands and forcefully cut through the rock face before him, extracting whole pieces of stone.

The hardness of bluestone was very high, especially that which was buried deep within the mountain, an excellent material for constructing walls and high towers.

But the difficulty of mining bluestone was also great, and one couldn’t speed up the process with spells like turning stone to mud.

One simply had to cut it out manually.

Zhang Mushan had been doing this hard labor in the mine for two months.

As a Slave Cultivator, Zhang Mushan received no special treatment because of his Purple Mansion status; on the contrary, the tasks he had to complete each day were much more than those of Qi Cultivation cultivators.

If he failed to complete them, not only would Zhang Mushan himself be punished, but his wife and two children would have nothing to eat!

Zhang Mushan had no other choice but to work like an ox, struggling daily to “provide for his family.”

This was perhaps exactly why the Immortal Cultivation sect had bought him along with his wife and children.

In fact, Zhang Mushan was not an isolated case; there were many other Loose Cultivators in a similar situation, all living bitter lives under the oppression of Divine Reflect Gate, yet none dared to have the slightest thought of rebellion.

After two months, Zhang Mushan was exhausted, both in body and spirit, to the utmost degree.

But he was well aware that he couldn’t collapse just yet!

“Brother Zhang.”

Suddenly, a faint voice reached Zhang Mushan’s ears.

Zhang Mushan was shocked, hardly daring to believe his own ears.

He knew this voice all too well!

With tremendous willpower, Zhang Mushan did not let his surprise show and continued his work without pause,

to avoid drawing the suspicion and beatings of the supervisor!

At the same time, he gently nodded his head to signal that he had heard Wang Chen’s voice.

“Brother Zhang, I’ve come to rescue you.”

Zhang Mushan had not misheard; it was indeed Wang Chen, who was communicating with him through a method of secret sound transmission.

Two months earlier, when Wang Chen discovered that Zhang Mushan and his family of four had not been taken away but were left in the desolate valley, he had been plotting a rescue plan.

Wang Chen first concealed himself and observed carefully; after getting a handle on Zhang Mushan’s daily activities, he tried to establish contact with him to facilitate the next steps of his plan.

Since Divine Reflect Gate kept a tight watch on the Slave Cultivators, and with a large castle built in Flying Catkins Valley, Wang Chen could not find a suitable opportunity inside; therefore, he chose to approach Zhang Mushan near the mine.

Wang Chen’s method was actually quite simple: he dug a secret tunnel from a location far away from the mine.

He advanced step by step, inching closer to his target.

It seems simple enough to talk about, but to achieve the objective without being discovered requires rich experience, strong power, and plenty of caution.

Wang Chen lacked none of these.

It took him well over half a month to quietly create a secret passage leading to the mine!

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However, upon hearing Wang Chen’s transmitted message, Zhang Mushan slightly shook his head.

He didn’t want Wang Chen to rescue him!

Glancing at the overseer’s position out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Mushan stealthily freed his left hand and swiftly wrote a few characters on the rock wall beside him.

Although Wang Chen could communicate with him telepathically, Zhang Mushan didn’t dare to respond in kind.

Because his body was marked with slave branding and restrictions, any slight movement would draw the overseer’s attention.

Therefore, he could only communicate in this way.

Zhang Mushan himself wasn’t afraid to die, but he couldn’t involve his family and Wang Chen, who wanted to save him—it was different now!

He believed Wang Chen would see his actions.

Indeed, Wang Chen saw them.

Zhang Mushan wrote three words: Save the children.

Zhang Mushan was well aware that he had no chance of escape.

The slave branding and restrictions inside him were like two sealed poisons, set to erupt if he strayed from the designated area.

Certain death!

But his two daughters were different.

Zhang Mushan, while vigorously quarrying stone, continued to send messages to Wang Chen.

Yet, as the saying goes: walk by night often enough, and you’ll eventually meet a ghost. Despite his careful disguise, the overseer still noticed something unusual.

“What are you doing?”

The burly overseer instantly raised his whip and viciously struck Zhang Mushan’s face, “If you want to die, just say so. Don’t play tricks with me, you can’t afford to!”

A deep bone-deep gash instantly appeared on Zhang Mushan’s face, and bright red blood spurted forth.

He couldn’t help but grunt and lower his head, letting the blood drip onto the ground.

After two more lashes, the overseer roared angrily, “Today’s quota of quarried stone is doubled. Otherwise, your entire family will go hungry!”

Zhang Mushan bent deeply at the waist, looking like a downtrodden old dog.

Many of his hairs were already white.

Meanwhile, Wang Chen quietly exited the secret passage where he was hiding and permanently sealed it.

If Zhang Mushan couldn’t leave and didn’t want to leave, the painstakingly excavated secret passage could no longer be used.

But rescuing Zhang Mushan’s two daughters was equally not an easy task.

The relatives of the Flying Catkins Camp cultivators were all gathered in a newly built castle, with adults and children completely separated.

The adults were all branded with slave markings and restrictions, while the children, unable to withstand them, were corralled and used as hostages.

The guards were just as vigilant.

And within Divine Reflect Gate was a Golden Core True Person on guard!

This meant that Wang Chen had to rescue the two children right under the nose of a Golden Core True Person.

The difficulty was self-evident!

But this didn’t mean that Wang Chen had no plan of action.

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