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Chapter 3: brand

These words, which were extremely discouraging to others, were undoubtedly of immense importance to Chen Xin at this moment.

Chen Xin wished he could carefully ponder every single word of the introduction, because it at least allowed Chen Xin to understand the most basic knowledge about cultivation in this world.

The information Chen Xin had now was that most cultivation methods had the effect of increasing lifespan, and most of the high-level cultivation methods in this world definitely had various attributes.

If your Spiritual Root was compatible, then cultivating would be more beneficial, but this cultivation method was clearly just one that was similar to following the Body Cultivation path.

In fact, calling it Body Cultivation might even be an exaggeration.

This cultivation method might not be much stronger than the divine skills in those martial arts novels, because it might not even have something like "Internal Energy"; it was purely for strengthening the body.

If it were someone else, perhaps they wouldn't bother cultivating such a useless thing.

It's no wonder his young Master looked through this book several times but always seemed unable to make up his mind; he was probably discouraged by the words in the introduction.

After all, who Cultivates a method not for longevity?

Yet, this cultivation method clearly told you that after cultivating it, you would live as long as an ordinary person and would also experience the growth, Peak, and decline of strength like ordinary people.

For ordinary cultivators, not even being able to increase lifespan by a year means it's purely something to increase physical strength, right?

But for himself, time seemed to be the least valuable thing, right?

Thinking back on the past hundred years, time had passed in a hurry.

That long period of time had brought Chen Xin nothing but endless suffering, and perhaps a tiny bit of experience.

How tragic were the slaves of this era?

A hundred years of accumulation was not as much as what others gained the moment they were born.

In a hundred years, he had only obtained the most garbage cultivation method.

The slave owner's whipping and cursing—these scenes made Chen Xin even more determined to thoroughly understand this cultivation method.

In the world of cultivation, strength is the most important thing.

If one's strength is strong enough, would anyone still dare to discriminate against their slave origin?

If there still is, then it must be because the strength is not yet enough to break the old rules!

At this moment, Chen Xin had completely immersed his mind and body in this cultivation method, so much so that he hadn't even noticed when the complaints of his colleagues around him had stopped.

When Chen Xin emerged from the book and looked up again, he realized that these slave brothers, who were as unlucky as himself, were all looking at him one by one.

One of the younger-looking slaves sneered, "I can't believe you can still read that.

What's the use of reading this now?

When we get to the battlefield, none of us will escape death.

Aren't you even a little panicked?"

Chen Xin shook his head and put down the cultivation method.

It looked like he placed it behind his back, but in reality, he quietly put it into his item slot.

One must guard against others.

"We have already missed the best time to escape; it's too late to say anything now," Chen Xin stated the facts calmly.

Earlier, when Chen Xin and the others were escorted and transferred here, that was actually the best time to escape.

Chen Xin had an eighty percent chance of escaping, but Chen Xin knew that people with slave status would be branded after becoming slaves.

That was something beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

Most slaves didn't know this until they broke free from their shackles and escaped, and when they thought they could roam free and wanted to disguise themselves as free people, they would discover this point.

The reason Chen Xin knew this was naturally because Chen Xin had tried it before.

Escaping from the cage did not bring freedom, unless one was willing to live as a wild person in an uninhabited area for a lifetime without interacting with others.

This was a more cruel era than that of the slaves in his previous world's ancient times.

Once a slave, one could never escape the shackles throughout their entire life, forever being livestock for the upper class.

That young slave was actually only sixteen years old, one year younger than the age of Chen Xin's current body.

Clearly, he hadn't become so numb yet, so he still wanted to argue with Chen Xin a bit about their future fate.

But at this moment, an older-looking slave stopped him.

"Da Hei, say less.

What he said is also the truth; it is indeed too late now."

Then this older slave introduced himself, "This old man's name is Wheat Field.

May I ask what this young brother is called?"

"Just call me 'Xin'."

In Yin Country, some people have names but no surnames for special reasons, and Chen Xin was like this in this life.

"Oh..."

The slave named Wheat Field looked even more respectful towards Chen Xin after hearing this.

Names like Wheat Field are basically names for low-status people in this world, given casually by the old Master when they were born.

On the contrary, a name like "Xin," which Chen Xin casually said, sounded like a fallen ordinary person, not someone who was born a slave from the start.

Wheat Field, being older and more experienced, naturally didn't dare to underestimate Chen Xin.

What's more, there was an even more important point: Chen Xin was actually reading a book.

"You really understand that book?" Wheat Field asked.

Chen Xin coldly retorted, "If I didn't understand it, would I have been reading it for so long?"

Chen Xin didn't have a good impression of this old man; he always felt that this person was quite scheming.

"Remarkable."

Of the six people in the room, besides Chen Xin, five of them couldn't read.

Going up a bit, most low-level slaves were basically illiterate.

It wasn't that they weren't diligent or smart enough; it was simply that their birth determined that they would never have the opportunity to come into contact with and learn characters in this lifetime.

Chen Xin, who was born into generations of slaves, had also studied intermittently for over fifty years before he could be considered to have learned most of the characters in this world.

But Chen Xin had the opportunity for Reincarnation.

If it were these slaves who only had one life, unless they encountered a good Master, they would be illiterate for their entire lives.

And how low was the probability of encountering a good Master?

Chen Xin had lived up to now; this was his tenth life.

From Chen Xin's perspective, every Master in his previous nine lives could be called a scumbag.

When they communicated with him, there was almost no intention of communicating with a fellow human being; they all treated Chen Xin as livestock and tools.

Those guys who were praised and lauded as gentlemen and kind people would kill slaves as if they were killing a chicken or a dog.

Of course, Chen Xin was even more tragic in this life.

Slave soldiers used for war already had a high death rate, and this group of people couldn't even be considered slave soldiers; they were the bottom of the bottom.

However, this time Chen Xin at least possessed a cultivation method.

In this life, he should finally make something of himself, right?

Chen Xin firmly believed that as long as he didn't become completely numb in his repeated Reincarnations, the day he became invincible would definitely arrive.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity," Wheat Field sighed.

"It's fine for rotten people like us to die on the battlefield, but I didn't expect someone with great talent like you to have to go to such a place to die with us.

It's truly a pity.

Being able to read but having nowhere to apply it.

Heaven is unfair."

Although there was a hint of pity in his words, there was also quite a bit of sarcasm.

If Chen Xin hadn't lived a long time and had more experience, he might have thought Wheat Field was a kind and amiable old man.

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