2: The bottom ten in production are going to be sent to the battlefield!

“Cough, cough!”

Mo Lao Liu coughed a few times, then whispered into Wei Zhou’s ear.

“Yesterday, when I went to the pleasure quarters for a drink, I overheard two outer Sect enforcement team members chatting. Do you know what I heard?”

Mo Lao Liu deliberately put on a mysterious air.

“Hurry up and tell me! Don’t be a riddle person!”

Wei Zhou said impatiently.

“Although I don’t understand what you’re saying, I feel like you’re insulting me!”

Mo Lao Liu looked at Wei Zhou with a face full of surprise and suspicion.

He then continued to speak.

“In this medicinal plant inspection, the bottom ten with the lowest medicinal plant yield will be sent to fight on the front lines!”

“Front lines? Which Sects is Yu Tian Sect fighting now? Why haven’t I heard about it?”

Wei Zhou scratched his head, looking puzzled.

“That’s something you don’t know. Half a month ago, Yu Tian Sect accidentally discovered an ancient ruin. They originally intended to keep it for themselves.”

“But for some reason, the news leaked out, attracting several Sect and Dynasty forces whose strength is not inferior to Yu Tian Sect.”

“They are all in a standoff now. These Loose Cultivators sent to the front lines are nothing more than cannon fodder!”

“When the great war truly breaks out, the battle between Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators will instantly grind countless Loose Cultivators into dust. The lives of us Loose Cultivators are truly… sigh! Never mind!”

At the end, Mo Lao Liu couldn’t help but sigh with emotion about the fate of Loose Cultivators like him.

“Alas! In this world, the strong are still respected! Bottom-level Cultivators have no human rights to speak of.”

Deep in emotion, Wei Zhou also felt a wave of confusion about the future. For a bottom-level Loose Cultivator like him, was there truly a way to survive?

This question was not only directed at himself but also seemed to be asking the vast number of bottom-level Loose Cultivators.

“Bottom-level Loose Cultivators? Is there really a way to survive?”

He asked himself repeatedly in his heart.

Wei Zhou felt that bottom-level Loose Cultivators both had a way to survive and didn’t. This sounded contradictory, but it was also a fact.

In this world, there were many bottom-level Loose Cultivators who managed to counterattack and become powerful figures.

But the probability of this was extremely small, because those people basically had deep blessings and great Luck.

Wei Zhou considered himself an ordinary person, but two years ago, he might not have thought so.

At that time, when he first entered the immortal Sect, he was full of vigor, believing that even with a three-element mixed Spiritual Root, his future achievements would certainly not be low.

Because he believed that he was a Transmigrator!

As a Transmigrator, he didn’t ask to dominate all ages and live forever.

But he should at least become a Nascent Soul Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator.

However, the reality was…

He diligently Cultivated for two and a half years and only reached Qi Refining Stage Four. After so many years of life, his edges had gradually been smoothed, and he had come to realize that he was just an ordinary person among the masses.

Now, his only dream was to return home early, marry, have children, and enjoy his later years.

As he pondered, he had already arrived near the medicinal field.

Wei Zhou looked up at the medicinal field not far away and saw it shimmering with golden light.

He quickly patted Mo Lao Liu and pointed to his medicinal field, saying,

“Lao Liu! Why is my medicinal field flickering?”

“Where? Isn’t your medicinal field just ordinary? There’s no flickering; you must be seeing things!”

With that, he patted Wei Zhou’s head and shook his shoulders.

“Then I must have seen wrong!”

Wei Zhou said this, but he still glanced at the medicinal field a few times.

After repeatedly glancing a few times, he found that he could still see it, so he didn’t make a fuss.

He continued walking forward as if nothing had happened!

Not long after, Wei Zhou had already reached his medicinal field.

Wei Zhou quickly peered into the field and found six virtual screens shining within it.

The virtual screens displayed:

Name: [Dragon Blood Flower: Maturity (76%) Can be ripened.]

Name: [Phoenix Orchid Grass: Maturity (78%) Can be ripened.]

Name: [Modan Grass: Maturity (32%) Can be ripened, can be reverted to ancestral form.]

Name: [Moyang Fruit: Maturity (69%) Can be ripened, Ancestral Reversion (4%), already reverted to ancestral form.]

Name: [Kongtong Flower: Maturity (100%) Can be harvested.]

Name: [Moro Tree: Maturity (100%) Has borne fruit, can be harvested.]

“This is… a System!”

Wei Zhou couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

“Eighteen years, eighteen years! System, you’ve finally come! Do you know how I’ve lived these eighteen years?”

After speaking, Wei Zhou then asked,

“System! What functions do you have?”