"Heh," the old man chuckled and said, "Kid, you're asking the right person. Let me tell you. This isn't my first time in Buck Town. In fact, this is my third time here. I came twice before, but after leaving, I felt it wasn't right, so I came back again. This time, I plan to stay in Buck Town to cultivate, improve my strength, and then leave." Wilbur asked in confusion, "But the energy concentration here isn't high. Cultivating here won't quickly enhance one's strength. Is there another reason why you chose to stay, sir?" The old man rolled his eyes and said, "No, no, kid, just don't ask." "Okay, I apologize for the intrusion, sir." Knowing it was impolite to pry, Wilbur stopped talking. Seeing Wilbur not asking further, the old man became curious and voluntarily said, "Ah, forget it. I'll tell you. Actually, each of the nine major towns in the middle dimensions has its own characteristics. The fair major towns might not have killings within the city, but once you leave, you're
The strong gravity of Buck Town made Wilbur's head spin a bit. He touched his forehead and quietly asked, "Sir, the Eight Great Families they just mentioned… Are those the ones selecting slaves this time?" The old man nodded and said, "That's right. This time, no matter what, I must join the Reyne family. If I can become a member of the Reyne family, my strength will surely improve quickly, and I will secure my place in Buck Town." Wilbur found this amusing. The energy aura in Buck Town was hundreds of times weaker than in the other eight major towns. Cultivating here, even if it could improve one's strength, would be a slow process. Cultivating here was far slower than in the other major towns. Truly ambitious cultivators would not want to stay in Buck Town to cultivate. However, people had their own aspirations. Since the old man wished to stay here, Wilbur did not try to persuade him otherwise. Instead, he asked the old man about the Eight Great Families. The old man told Wi
"The teleportation cost to the Walker Town you want to go to is one hundred gold coins." Hearing this, Wilbur sighed with relief and said, "So it's just a hundred gold coins. I thought it would be much harder. It looks like it won't be long before I can leave here and head to Walker Town." "Hahaha!" The old man laughed loudly at Wilbur's words and said, "Young man, you're too arrogant. It seems you don't know how difficult it is to get even one gold coin in Buck Town. Never mind, if I tell you, it might discourage you. It's better to let you stay confident." Wilbur asked, "Sir, thank you for telling me all this. May I ask your name so I can repay you in the future?" The old man hesitated, stroked his beard, and said, "Repayment is unnecessary. I don't like dealing with the weak. Seeing that you have a sincere heart, I'll give you a piece of advice: remember, no matter what happens in Buck Town, always base your actions on benevolence and righteousness. Act with generosity, an
Wilbur heard the pleas coming from all directions, remembering the old man’s words that the Eight Great Families only selected one thousand slaves each day, while thirty thousand people had arrived in Buck Town yesterday. The chances were slim, and unwilling to humiliate himself by kneeling and begging, Wilbur simply closed his eyes and continued to meditate. Whether he would be chosen was up to fate. Dying in battle was preferable to begging for food on his knees. Nightless Elder had once advised Wilbur to lower his status upon reaching the middle dimensions, starting from the lowest slave position, as survival chances were better that way. Wilbur had agreed back then, but now, seeing cultivators kneeling like animals to beg, he could not bear such humiliation. He shut his eyes, refusing to watch. Given the slim chance of being chosen, Wilbur did not expect to be picked. With thirty thousand people here and only a thousand being selected, twenty-nine thousand would remain. Even if
Steward Horne said, "He's a cultivator from the lower dimensions. I've only met him once. However, if Lord Divan is willing to give him a chance, I hope you might consider bringing him into the Reyne family." "Is that so? Steward Horne, I remember you never spoke on behalf of others before. Today, for an ordinary young man, you actually dare to do something like this to pull him into the Reyne family?" Hearing this, Steward Horne knelt on one knee and cupped his hands. "Lord Divan, I'm sorry for acting out of line, but please give him a chance." "Alright, I'll give him a chance." Divan looked at Wilbur, who was still meditating with his eyes closed, and frowned. "Hey, kid, I'm talking to you. We've been here chatting for a while, you must have heard us, right? Since you heard, why don't you come over and kneel in greeting?" "That's enough." Wilbur suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Reyne Divan. "Lord Divan, I am actually very grateful for Steward Horne's help. But I hav
Wilbur mingled with the crowd, following the others towards the city. Just as they were about to enter, the guards suddenly crossed their spears, shouting, "Stop! Today's quota of ten thousand people has been filled. Without a token, no more cultivators are allowed to enter." It was then that Wilbur realized that Buck Town had its own rules. Anyone without a town token was considered a beggar, and only ten thousand such individuals were allowed to enter each day. The purpose of this rule was to provoke fights within Buck Town. Desperation could cause people to do anything. Every day, tens of thousands of cultivators arrive at Buck Town. To reduce their numbers, Buck Town designed this special rule. Of the cultivators without tokens, only ten thousand could enter the city to fight and reduce the number of slaves. Those left outside would fight for resources, eventually killing each other. While every cultivator desired fairness, Buck Town was a city of slaughter, devoid of absolut
No one wanted to die, but clothing was limited, meaning that to survive, they had to take clothes from others or die in the cold. The snow fell mercilessly, and after less than half a minute of silence, the fighting began. Shouts and sounds of attacks filled the air, and within a minute, thousands were fighting. People fell one after another. Many were killed by others while trying to strip clothes off the dead. Wilbur stood there in shock. Suddenly, someone attacked him. He quickly dodged and took a deep breath, absorbing the energy from the middle dimension. In the next second, the Magic Dragon Blade appeared in his hand, and with one swift strike, he cleaved his attacker in two. "What?" "This guy managed to adapt to the energy of the middle dimensions in just one day. He's truly strong." One guard said, "So what if he's strong? Buck Town has never lacked strong people. Over thousands of years, countless strong ones have been killed. Strength alone isn't enough to win.
After leaving the east gate of the main city, more than an hour had passed. Walking through the snowstorm, Wilbur's body began to sway slightly. If he could not find a snow wolf to kill and eat soon, he would inevitably freeze to death here. Although Wilbur was strong on Earth, this was a middle dimension with energy quite different from Earth's. Wilbur needed to readjust to the hundredfold gravity and special energy of Buck Town before he could start cultivating. To be precise, Wilbur had not yet begun his cultivation here. He was just beginning to adapt to the hundredfold gravity and special energy. The battle in front of the main city's gate had consumed his energy, and now, the consequences of this maladaptation were gradually showing. Wilbur felt a tearing pain in the muscles of his left chest, a result of using the middle-rank space's energy for the first time. It was akin to those who play with heavy weights on Earth. At first, without mastering the technique, lifting a