I'm going to restart my life

Chapter 297 [Witch's Plan]

In the past few days, Tianya Sect has been overcrowded.

After all, who can stop a man from running towards his dream?
In other words, who has not been beaten by society?

People always have to be deceived once in their life, so why can't it be witches who deceive them?

If Wu could describe his actions.

Then he would say that he is reforming the old education system and preparing for the popularization of compulsory immortal education.

But according to Zuo Jihong, that witch is planting the seeds of distortion in ordinary people, paving the way for a huge base of deformers in the future.

"What a terrifying man, Wu!" Zuo Jihong looked at Wu who was teaching his disciples at the training platform not far away.

There were quite a few people there already.

They were all recruited from the foot of Tianya Mountain, mainly young people.

Wu's cultivation base is very high, and I don't know what method he used to hide Zuo Jihong's appearance, so that everyone can maintain the operation of the sect while practicing.

And because everyone is considered an early deformed person, there are basically immortal cultivators in two or three generations of ancestors, and their cultivation talents are much stronger than ordinary people.

As for the ordinary people recruited later, except for a few geniuses, the rest of them are indeed slower than those with long tentacles.

Wu asked them to cultivate quickly to stimulate the later disciples, which was also part of Wu's plan.

Of course, witches and deceitful people have always been generous.

These words were also clearly spoken to Zuo Jihong and the others.

Zuo Jihong and the others didn't think there was anything wrong, anyway, they had already begged for food before, so how could they be so bad?Besides, if Wu helped them like this, he had to figure out something.

When Wu made it clear, everyone felt more at ease.

"Okay, everyone take a break." Wu clapped his hands, indicating that today's physical training class is over.

This is the rule he set, saying that it is a combination of work and rest.

Hearing Wu's announcement that get out of class was over, Zuo Jihong smiled and quietly walked to Wu's side.

"You said, we really want to teach them this way?" Zuo Jihong quietly glanced at the ordinary disciple over there.The "they" mentioned in the mouth is self-evident.

The disciples were clearly divided into two groups.

One group is the tentacled disciples whose appearance has been covered by witchcraft, and their talents are relatively good; the other group of disciples are ordinary people who were recruited later.

In the eyes of the tentacle people, they are groups divided according to species.

But in the eyes of ordinary disciples, they played together in groups with good talents, leaving aside those with less talents.

"Of course we will teach together." Wu said with certainty.There was confidence in his eyes.

Zuo Jihong looked at the ordinary people over there who secretly vowed to work hard to join the group of disciples of the tentacles, and still felt a little dreamy.

Tentacles are equal to learn with humans and whatnot.

It was somewhat beyond his understanding.

"Habit is a terrible thing. Gradually you will get used to this kind of life. After you get used to it, you will find that tentacles are human beings, and human beings are human beings. We are no different from them." Wu said with a smile.

Zuo Jihong was startled.

Is this what Wu said, teaching them to be human?
If they look down on themselves, how can they make others look up to them?

"However, even if we are awakened, it's just that the man with the tentacles who follows you here has awakened." Zuo Jihong gritted his teeth and continued:
"The tentacle people in other places will probably still live in confusion."

Hearing these words, Wu smiled and said nothing, but asked Zuo Jihong to wait.

He dared to just start.

……

Northwest Wasteland.

"boom!"

A loud slap on the table shook the ears of the other people on the table, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Because the person who patted the table was sitting on the main seat.

"He bullies people too much! It's not like my Hong family is empty!" Hong Zhentian cursed.

Decades ago, Tianya Sect was established.

No one in the surrounding area took this to heart.

So what if it is established?

Immortal cultivation forces are not without it!

Every family has it!After all, with a long lifespan, coupled with the fact that the talent of the offspring is not too bad, it slowly became a family.Almost all the cultivating forces now come out in this way.

If you teach outsiders to cultivate immortals, isn't that teaching apprentices to starve to death master?
It's not my family, can I take care of you if something goes wrong?

Hong Zhentian vaguely remembered his sneering expression at that time.

"A plate of loose sand! Crowd!" That day, Hong Zhentian also patted the table and shouted.

Only then, he was smiling.

And now...

"How many people were killed or injured?" Hong Zhentian suppressed his anger.

He couldn't be angry, and he didn't dare to be angry.

As his cultivation improved, he already felt that there was something wrong with the Dao, and he was not a monk who had never seen distortions, so he had some suspicions in his heart.

In this unorganized and sprawling world, the flow of information is not easy.

So far, no one knows how the deformed tentacle man came out.

After all, the world is so big that there are no wonders.

Among so many human beings, there are one or two perverts, and it is reasonable to like octopuses.

So Hong Zhentian's conjecture was just a conjecture, and he didn't dare to say it, but he didn't dare to practice further.

He just wants his realm to be stuck in the existing realm, and he doesn't need to go further.Therefore, in the remaining hundred years of Hong Zhentian's lifespan, his biggest wish is that the Hong family's power will grow day by day.

but!

"How many dead and injured! I'm asking you! I'm not dead yet! Just ignore me, old man, right?"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of slapping the table was loud, but no one dared to talk to Hong Zhentian.

After a while, the eldest son, the number two member of the Hong family, dared to speak up.

"The ones who died were all from the younger generation, about this number..." The eldest son gestured.

Hong Zhentian's eyes widened immediately, his breathing became more and more rapid, humming like an angry bison.

"Death! I want that Tianya Sect to die for me! Blood debt!"

"It's absolutely impossible! Dad!" The second son hurriedly stopped him.

"Not big or small! Call me patriarch!"

The second son swallowed quietly. His cultivation talent is not high, and the gap with his father's cultivation level is a bit big. When the other party is angry, he dare not intervene.

"Patriarch, this is absolutely impossible!"

Hong Zhentian glanced at his second son coldly, as if he was waiting for his son's next words. If what his son said next made him dissatisfied... then he didn't mind having another disabled son.

"The disciples of the Tianya Sect were all recruited from nearby, so even if they were killed or injured, they didn't feel bad at all, but we are different!" The second son said anxiously.

"We are all junior soldiers, and we are all from our own family. If there is one less, there will be no one."

"It's just a matter of finding someone after they're dead, but it's going to be a real pain in the ass if we're dead! We can't afford it."

(End of this chapter)