Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

In the ancestral hall, the old people's eyes were fierce, and they all said, "Impossible, do wizards still need to sleep at the level of wizard saints?"

"Tomorrow morning, I will go up the mountain. You little girl, you have bad intentions."

"You are just stalling for time. Don't we think you can see it?"

Yun Hai felt as if a thousand mouths were speaking in his ears at the same time, so he could only shout, "Okay, okay, okay, everyone, I'll go find the Wu Sheng right now, everyone let me out first!"

The old people immediately made way for her, looked at Yun Haiying expectantly, and said, "Xiaoying, please!"

"Xiaoying, I'm counting on you. Do you still remember the candied haws I made when you were a child? You loved them the most."

Yun Haiying clasped his fists repeatedly, took a deep breath, and walked behind the screen.

In the dark corridor, after the noise of the old people gradually faded away, Yun Haiying began to think about countermeasures.

The old man had been going up the mountain like this ever since she could remember. Why did the Witch Saint suddenly change the rules?

She knew very well what the old people wanted, but how could she talk to the Witch Saint?

Also, the village chief collected precious medicines today because the Witch Saint was injured, but who can hurt the Witch Saint?

Until they arrived at the witch saint's room, Yun Haiying had not thought of any countermeasures, but was full of questions.

She straightened her clothes, knocked on the door, and said seriously, "Your Majesty, the Witch Saint, Haiying from the Yun family wants to see you for something."

Inside the house, a weak voice responded: "I already know why you came. If it were you, what would you do?"

Yun Haiying was greatly surprised. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Those old people have worked hard for the village all their lives. If I were a witch saint, I would withdraw the decree and let them enjoy a few years of peace and happiness."

"Retract the decree! If we do so, the entire village will be in danger and everyone might die."

Yun Haiying frowned deeply and bowed, saying, "Haying, I would like to ask the witch saint a question. Why is there such a sentence engraved on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village? Does the witch god really count the number of people and bring disaster if there is one more person?"

"Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs. The witch god will naturally not count people's heads, but this world can only support a limited number of lives. Have you ever thought that cultivators should not appear in this world?"

Yun Haiying frowned and fell into deep thought. When she was still a girl, she found that there were many contradictions in this world, which was far from what was described in the books.

She had never seen dragons, horses, phoenixes, cows and sheep, but they were described almost identically in various books. This was totally unreasonable.

And the size of this world, with her current level of cultivation, she can travel to all places in a matter of days and nights. It is really like a cage.

She thought about it, took a deep breath, and said, "Hai Ying is stupid, please teach me, Wu Sheng!"

The courtyard was very quiet, and a weak voice began to speak: "Two hundred years ago, when I first came to this world, there were only three tribes with a population of no more than 300 people. I saw that everyone was eating raw meat and drinking blood, and had little clothing to cover their bodies, so I taught them how to make pottery, weave cloth, smelt iron, and farm. At its most prosperous, this world had nearly 10,000 people."

Yun Haiying grew up listening to the stories of the Witch Saint. She knew a lot about how the Witch Saint enlightened the people and educated all living beings. But this time, listening to the Witch Saint himself tell the story was a completely different feeling.

When she heard that there were nearly 10,000 people, she was even more shocked. Her husband died because there were "less than a thousand people". She never thought that there could be so many people in the village.

At this time, only a weak voice continued: "With more people, the first problem is that there is not enough food. This world is only 200 miles in area. Even if every inch of land is used, it cannot provide so much food."

"What's even more terrifying is the plague. In just a few months, more than half of the people in the village died of the disease. Let me ask you, if it were you, how would you deal with it?"

"Practice!" Two words suddenly popped up in Yun Haiying's mind, so he said, "Haiying is stupid. If we let everyone practice, it seems that the problem can be solved. Cultivators can practice fasting, and their bodies are stronger than ordinary people."

In the room, a weak voice laughed and said, "Stupid! Indeed stupid! Back then, I had the same idea as you. Your method was passed down at that time. But once this door is opened, new problems arise. Cultivation requires talent. How can we select people with spiritual roots?"

Yun Haiying's heart trembled, as if he had grasped something, and asked hurriedly: "The child fell into the water? Is this the reason?"

"The technique I passed on to you is of the wood attribute. People with wood attribute spiritual roots have a characteristic that they are born with strong vitality. The process of the water ceremony is to select those with the talent for cultivation first."

"Of course, it wasn't all due to this at first. After the plague, children born in the village were very likely to die. Even if they survived, they were still likely to die when they were four or five years old. From a global perspective, since they couldn't grow up anyway, it was better to give up at the beginning."

Yun Haiying was greatly shocked. The words of the witch saint were perfectly consistent and made a lot of sense, but she always felt something was wrong.

She thought of her eldest daughter who died young, and said, "Will a gifted child die during the water baptism? Also, will the elders in the village always try their best to favor their own children?"

"The situation you described does exist, but for the sake of the entire village, sacrifice is inevitable."

Yun Haiying lowered his head and thought for a long time, but couldn't find any words to refute. He could only sigh and said, "Then I wonder why the old man went up the mountain?"

"When I first arrived in this world, the spiritual energy was thin, but it was still there. However, as more and more cultivators came, the spiritual energy became thinner and thinner. Nowadays, cultivators need several months to recover from excessive consumption. If the number of cultivators is not controlled, do you think the people who come after us will be able to cultivate?"

"In fact, it's not just the monks who need spiritual energy. Every living being that the heaven and earth nurtures needs spiritual energy. If there are more monks, it may seem like they eat less, but they actually consume more spiritual energy. If we want the village to continue, we can only limit the population."

After hearing this, a huge puzzle was finally pieced together in Haiyingxi's mind.

She was stunned and finally understood what the Wizard Saint said at the beginning, why cultivators should not appear in this world.

"What if everyone gives up practicing..."

"It's too late... When I first arrived here, there were also snake disasters, but they were just ordinary giant snakes. But now, the level of the snake demons is as high as your level."