Chapter 201 Death Row
Zhang Tie noticed the coldness in the scarred man's tone and asked curiously, "What do you mean by barbarian demon population?"

The scar guard felt that Zhang Tie was hypocritical. He had clearly followed Wang San's previous distribution strategy, but he continued to pretend that he didn't know.

He had to ridicule the new leader, "Commander Li, the battle between the Barbarian Demons and the Heavenly Demon City is extremely fierce, but here it is peaceful like a paradise, all thanks to this tribute strategy."

The scar guard laughed sarcastically, "Since the commander has maintained this distribution method, why do you still ask when you know the answer?"

Zhang Tie frowned. This distribution method was actually related to the Barbarian Demon?
Scar Guard had previously thought that Li Xuan in front of him was someone recognized by Commander Bai and had extremely powerful strength, but he did not expect that he would still have to do such compromising things.

He was very disappointed!

Zhang Tie asked Scar Guard to continue explaining.

The scar guard said, "The Savage Demons have an agreement with the camp. As long as the camp hands over 1,000 adults every year, the Savage Demons will not attack us!"

"So the camp has never fought the Barbarian Demons in earnest over the years. Occasionally, some people were dissatisfied with Wang San's approach, but he used them as cannon fodder and gave them to the Barbarian Demons."

"But there are only tens of thousands of people in the base in the rear. How can we possibly give a thousand to the Barbarian Demons every year?"

When the scar guard heard Zhang Tie's question, he hesitated for a moment, because Zhang Tie acted as if he really didn't know the situation here.

Is it true that he is not the same person as Wang San?
Hope flashed in his eyes, and his tone became calm, "Because the Savage Demons also need cultivators, each cultivator can be worth a hundred mortals. Every year, the camp holds a big competition. There are hundreds of cultivators in the camp, and every year three teams are sent to the cannon fodder camp."

Scar monk pointed at the military flag above the camp. They would be sent to attack the barbaric demons, but they were destined to be captured by them.

The remaining one hundred or several hundred people will come from the stronghold.

In this way, the camp had been peaceful for decades. We had even gotten used to it.

Zhang Tie found it a little unbelievable. Wasn't this a sacrifice? The camp was like a breeding base for the barbaric demons. They were all lambs to be slaughtered!
What a balance!
Zhang Tie thought of Fatty Bai, "Does Fatty Bai not care?!"

Scarface's eyes were complicated. "Commander Bai tried, but he failed. There were nearly a thousand practitioners in the camp at that time. We stopped offering sacrifices and fought a fierce battle with the barbaric demons."

"But after three years, our cultivators were beaten down to only three of us, and there were only a few thousand people left in the stronghold behind us."

Scarface lowered his head and said self-deprecatingly, "They didn't kill us all because they know that you can't exhaust all the fish in the pond. Commander, do you think we should thank them?"

Zhang Tie did not laugh at him. He felt Scarface's helplessness and there was no need for Scarface to explain what happened next.

They resumed their previous tributes, and the mortals in the stronghold continued to be treated like pigs. The monks sent from Tianmo City thought they were killing enemies, but ended up committing suicide.

Before, Zhang Tie just wanted to practice well, but now that he knows about this, can he really just do nothing?
He wanted to go and take a look at the stronghold behind him.

The main camp is not far from the stronghold, but rather than being separated, it would be more accurate to say that the main camp is the gateway to the stronghold.

The entire stronghold is surrounded by a huge crater that reaches into the sky, and only monks who can fly can pass through it.

There is a small opening in the crater, and the camp is here.

Among the barbarian demons, those who can fly are all cultivators comparable to the Nascent Soul stage, and they will not be interested in this area.

Therefore, as long as the main camp guards the opening, the stronghold will be in no danger!
Zhang Tie entered the crater from the portal and found that the environment inside was extremely good.

The area inside the crater is vast, with lakes, forests, animals, fish, birds, and curling smoke from cooking fires next to the vast farmland.

A paradise on earth!

Zhang Tie sighed.

Zhang Tie walked to the place where the smoke was coming from, and found that there were many houses here, forming villages, and even a large town. Zhang Tie walked into the town, and there were smooth roads paved with stones, and many vendors were hawking their wares on the street.

Zhang Tie was very confused. How could such a closed stronghold be so developed?
He saw that everyone on the street had a smile on their face, and even those who were working hard did not look tired.

“Is it right to make an offering every year?”

Zhang Tie has already begun to doubt himself!

He decided to stay for a few days to see how it goes.

. . .

"Uncle, what's going on with those people?" Zhang Tie lived in an inn, which was a two-story building. He found a window seat, ordered a table of dishes, opened the window, and saw a convoy passing by the street.

This was the first time Zhang Tie saw these prison vans in these days.

The innkeeper was a gray-haired man. He poured wine for Zhang Tie while explaining.

"These people are on death row! They are all sinners! They are going to hell!"

Zhang Tie has been spending money lavishly these days, and the boss knows everything and explains it in detail.

"They are just a bunch of lazy people who only think about becoming immortals all day long! They don't even think about how capable they are!"

"They are all country brags, thinking that if they have some energy they can become the celestial master? That's like lighting a lantern in a toilet, it's courting death!"

Zhang Tie found it strange. If they had never been exposed to the methods of cultivating immortals, why would they want to cultivate immortals?

Although the camp was right at the gate, the cultivators outside seldom came into contact with the people in the stronghold, and there were about thirty people in the prison van on the street.

"Shopkeeper, why do they want to cultivate immortality?"

"They are just lazy and like to eat!" the shopkeeper said again, "These guys are very strong. If they farm normally, they can get married and have children in no time. But they insist on digging for immortal mines!"

"What is fairy mine?"

The boss pointed to the crater outside, which were the stones in the sacred mountain. A long time ago, someone dug out stones from the mountain and said they were fairy mines. He handed them over to the master in the town and exchanged them for a large piece of land!

It is said that he later became the master of the town, with piles of maids and servants!

So every year there is a group of people who believe in this story and spend all day looking for some magical mine. In the end, when the land is barren and there is nothing to eat, they start to rob. If they are caught, they will be killed!
Live it!

As an old man, I despise those who think they are just like the birds in the sky and that they are better than the rest of us!
People, you have to be honest!

Zhang Tie didn't continue listening to the old man's chatter because he heard the word "every year"!

Every year, a large number of young and strong men go to look for fairy mines, and some of them end up robbing other people’s food and are eventually sentenced to death. This is very unreasonable!

Zhang Tie paid the bill and followed the prisoner cars to a magnificent courtyard.

Zhang Tie walked straight in. There were mortals around him and no one could spot Zhang Tie.

He walked to the center of the courtyard, his face darkening.

Sitting inside was an old man in the Qi training stage, bending over to serve a man with a devil-like head sitting on a chair. It was none other than the barbarian demon!

(End of this chapter)