Chapter 18: The Embryo of the Magic Artifact
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The arrival of the cultivators from the Artefact Sect marked the end of the chaotic state of the slums and the return of order.
Some laughed, and some cried.
A mix of joy and sorrow occupied several households.
Some took advantage of the chaos to loot and amassed great wealth.
Others did the same but died on the streets.
Of course, there were also many Loose Cultivators who did not participate; they were the most innocent, simply because of their weakness, they were killed when other bloodthirsty Loose Cultivators broke into their homes.
Chen Li stood at the door, quietly listening to the occasional cheers and laughter outside, feeling out of place here.
This place gave him the feeling of the chaos-ridden areas in Black Africa, where warlords abound, everyone is belligerent, and there is an inherent restlessness in everyone, yet each one possesses rich expertise in killing and still diligently practices every day.
"Weakness is a sin. In this world, survival is not easy!"
He turned and shut the door, bolted it, drank a few sips of salted boiled water, and picked up his sword to start practicing.