In the eyes of these people, she was like a money tree, only needing to open her mouth to conjure things for them whenever they wanted.
After giving one spirit stone to that person, the others immediately swarmed forward.
"Hey, why only give him and not me? Where's mine?"
"Exactly, my arm is broken, what good is one spirit stone to me? Give me another spirit stone, and some pills. When I encounter enemies, won't I need to fight?"
"My wife is starving to death, do you have any food? Hurry up and take it out. You're a cultivator, you don't need food, why are you hoarding it? Are you intentionally trying to kill us?"
"You said you would take us to the Great Wall, so you have to see it through. Just watching us starve and die like this, what are your intentions? I've never seen anyone as bad as you."
"Exactly."
These people swept through everything in Qi Manyao's storage bag. Once they confirmed she had no more to give, they dispersed grumpily.
The person who had yelled about fighting turned back after taking a few steps.
"Hey, I say, our tribe is so poor, and you're so capable, why don't you go find other tribes and rob some stuff? Just walking and walking like this, we'll starve to death sooner or later. Really, don't you have any brains?"
"How... how can you rob others?"
Man Yao Yao frowned, her eyes looking wronged.
"If others can rob us, why can't we rob others? This is how the world is. If you want to survive, you have to snatch things from others to eat."
"But, if I take things from others, won't they starve to death?"
"What does it matter to me if others starve to death? I'm starving myself. Forget about other tribes having things, even if they don't, I'll eat human flesh to survive.
Hurry up and find something. When we encounter enemies, I still need to fight."
After saying that, the man turned and walked slowly towards the camp.
Qi Manyao stood in the rain, the purple rain drenching her hair and cheeks. The rainwater mingled with her tears, flowing down her face and into her heart.
"How did it become like this... how did it become like this... you weren't like this before."
"You spoiled them into becoming this way."
From a distance, Wan Liuchuan murmured to himself, then took to the sky, unhurriedly flying towards that tribe. Miles behind him, the tribes belonging to Wan Liuchuan also launched their charge.
Wan Liuchuan made no attempt to conceal his tracks, unleashing his powerful cultivation pressure, which swept towards the tribe.
This suffocating, formidable pressure alerted all two hundred-plus members of the tribe. They all ran out, staring blankly at the sky, at the figure gradually approaching, entwined with lightning.
"It's... it's an enemy."
The man who had been the most vociferous, the one clamoring for a fight and needing spirit stones and pills, found his legs turning to jelly with fear.
Suddenly, he pushed Qi Manyao.
"Go... go! You're the strongest here. Now that the enemy has arrived, why are you standing here stunned instead of fighting? Protect us! Hurry up and go!
Are you going to watch the enemy kill us all if you don't go? We'll never forgive you even as ghosts."
Qi Manyao did not turn back. She drew her sword, rose into the air, and pointed at Wan Liuchuan.
"Halt, do not approach further, or I will attack... I... I am very strong, I am not afraid of you even if you are a Nascent Soul cultivator."
The blade gleamed coldly in the purple rain, and lightning crackled in the rainwater, erupting into beautiful sparks.
"Where are you strong?"
This voice sounded somewhat familiar to Qi Manyao. Her eyes widened suddenly.
"Wan Liuchuan?"
"It's me."
"Why are you here too?"
Qi Manyao suddenly smiled. After more than a month of being alone and helpless, nothing could comfort her more than meeting an old acquaintance.
The man who had been shouting earlier, seeing that Qi Manyao knew the approaching enemy, immediately relaxed, knowing there wouldn't be a fight.
His eyes darted around, and he stepped forward.
"Hey, you're her friend, right? We are the Kacha tribe, nice to meet you. We're all friends here.
It's like this, we're too poor here, can you protect us? Do you have spirit stones, pills, or other supplies? Please help us, we're starving to death.
After all, you wouldn't want to see us starve to death right in front of you, would you? That would weigh on your conscience."
His words were a plea, but his tone was exceptionally self-righteous, as if others were obligated to help him, and refusing to help them made them villains.
I am weak, therefore I am right. I am poor, therefore I am right.
"I have nothing but a sword,"
Wan Liuchuan's hoarse voice replied.
"How can you have nothing? Aren't you a cultivator too? You look even more powerful than her. Just take out whatever you have. We're so poor, so pitiful, how can you have no conscience at all..."
BOOM!!!
A bolt of lightning struck from the sky. The man, who was still blustering and demanding, was instantly blasted to smithereens, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
"What are you doing?!"
Qi Manyao's eyes widened, and she glared furiously at Wan Liuchuan.
"Look at what you've spoiled them into becoming! They are like maggots clinging to you, devouring all your flesh and blood bit by bit, draining your last ounce of value. If this continues, you will die at their hands!
Do you think they will remember your kindness? They will only treat you as an enemy."
Wan Liuchuan shot Qi Manyao a fierce glare, raised his long saber, and slashed a wave of sword energy towards the chaotic crowd below.
From the sky, lightning continuously struck downwards. In the distance, hundreds of powerful warriors and sacred beasts charged forward.
There were no battle cries, no roars. They were silent, their gazes like those of beasts as they stormed into the tribe. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, they swung their butcher knives, ruthlessly reaping lives.
"Let me go, let me go!"
Qi Manyao cried, wanting to go down and save them, but Wan Liuchuan held her back firmly, and she couldn't break free.
"Ah!!!"
"Help! Help!"
"Qi Manyao, why aren't you saving us!"
"You're going to get us killed, it's all your fault!"
"Why are you so weak, fight! Why are you just watching us get killed... Ah!"
"You brought the enemy, you're the one who's killing us, I'll never forgive you even as a ghost!"
"Witch, it's all your fault, it's all your fault!!!"
The screams and curses from below were incessant, piercing her heart like sharp thorns.
"See? No matter how good you are to them, in the end, they will end up hating you.
The enemy wasn't brought by you, yet they attribute their weakness and softness to you.
They don't even dare to resent me, they only dare to resent you."
A tribe of hundreds of people faced a hundred warriors, lacking even the courage to resist.