In the streets of Yelian city, the working people, covered in dirt, oil, and filth were protesting against the ruling class. Since cultivators own all the factories within the city, they are the main target of the worker's hatred. Within the marching crowd of people, everyone from every walk of life could be seen protesting for better conditions.
From the minority population of Dwarf and Elves, to women and children.
"We won't work anymore till we have better pay!"
"We won't work anymore till we feel save!"
The chanting echoed through the whole city, the city guard, who is mostly made out of mortals, that are armed with spears and shields. Blocking the protestors, the acting commander, a mortal stage cultivator commands the troops under him.
"Hold! Don't let a single one of these rats reach the town center!"
He screams, sword on hand as he spread out his aura. But he is not strong enough to fully paralyze the mortals in front of him. Their combined spirits were stronger than his. The guard pushes forward, poking the populist to push them away. A mortal child screamed in pain as his left eye got poked out by a spear. Bleeding from its now wounded eye.
Its scream attracts the attention of the crowd as they scream out their anger.
"Bastards! Don't you have a soul!?"
"Shut up and go back to work!"
A guard screamed back, the guards of the city had better benefits than the common peasant. Being allowed to work under cultivators gives them better chances to be picked up and made into a cultivator. If they aren't picked, maybe their children will. These guards serve the state first and protect the common person last.
"Push them back and I will award you with the chance to take the sect test!"
"Hoo!"
With motivation from the commanding cultivator, they continue to push back the crowd. Till a simple woman become sick and tired of this, grabbing a nearby stone and throwing it. As the stone flies across the sky, it hits a guard on the head. Making her bleed from the top of her head.
"Attack!"
A guard said as he saw his wounded coworker, piercing the arm of a mortal man in front of him. In seconds the guard started to attack the crowd, the cultivator doing nothing to stop them.
"Fight back! Kill the cultivators!"
Sparks of the revolution were growing, as the two forces fight against each other. An explosion coughs their attention, originating from the governor's palace, half of the upper floor got blown apart. A figure is sent flying, covered in smoke and fire.
The place becomes deathly quiet, and another figure appears above the crowd, using its limited levitation ability. It is a male figure, with a deep masculine voice, and a black mask on its face.
"What do we have here?"
"Who-"
"Shut it"
Mors said, applying his strong arura on everyone beneath him. Both mortal and the cultivator could do nothing more than get on their knees and bow down. Sweat building up on their foreheads and body, Mors overlooks the bowing crowd as he spoke.
"I see what happened here, just like in that village, you guys are being mistreated. I should help you out"
He said as he stops applying pressure on the mortals under him, instead, he summons his copies, and he made them retain the guards and the cultivator. As he slowly falls down to the ground, he is surrounded by mortals, the wounded pushing themselves ahead.
"Cultivator please heal my son!"
"Cultivator I lost my eye!"
"Cultivator-"
"Enough! I heard you all, but I can't heal you. The only one that can be my wife"
"Then where in hell is she!?"
A desperate father said, Mor's tone became cold as he looks at the father. Applying his commander stage aura on the mortal father. Pushing him to the ground.
"You won't talk about my wife in that tone, you understand? But to answer you she is in this city dealing with the governor"
"You…are you Wu Ming?" Ask the city guard commander
"Um..you know me, the other guys did not"
"Release us right now! If we report this to the sect leader you will be in trouble"
"Like I care, Zhihui will handle everything"
"And she is done" Mors said looking up at the sky at his beautiful mask wife
"Mor-Ming! I am done here, I got all the evidence"
"Great, before we talk can you please heal this guy's up?"
"Sure"
Mors said as he looks at the floating Zhihui, the governor being restrained by Zhihui, carry as a sack of potatoes. As she lands on the ground, she throws the governor to the ground. As Mors makes 4 copies to pin her to the ground. Zhihui channels her Qi as she controls the element of water, healing the wounded people in front of her.
She of course can't regrow lost limbs or revive the dead. But her small patch-up healing was enough for those wounded and save the life a couple of them. As she stops healing the mortals, they all thank her and Mors. A small smile on her face, not like they can't see.
She turns to Mors as she spoke
"So here is all the evidence I gather at her office"
She said as she gave Mors some of the papers she found. Mors reads the papers as the governor looks at them with fear.
"Please oh great cultivators Zhihui and Ming, I was just following orders as well as the people beneath me. Please don't report this to the sect leader"
"But you know what you did was wrong, if not for me or Mors stepping in today could have been a bloody day, and tons of people could have died"
"But-"
"But nothing, you should be happy you are even alive, we should take you to answer for your crimes"
[Earn 15,000 fate points from defeating a general stage cultivator]
[7500 points shared with spouse]
[Name: Mors Mundin
Cultivation: Warrior Rank 10
Stats:
Mind: 200
Body: 200
Soul: 200
War Manifestation: 200
Blood Line: Imperial(Emperor)
Legacy: War's Everlasting Concert
Martials Art:
[War Everlasting Dance(Primordial) Rank 2]
[Flamengo Bloody Dance(Primordial) Rank 1]
[Radiant Great Composer(Primordial) Rank 1]
[War's First Symphony(Primordial) Rank 2]
[Spirit Farmer Insight(Sky) Rank 1]
[Arrows to bury the light(Devine) Rank 1]
[God Shattering Climax(Devine) Rank 1]
[Wars Second Symphony(Devine) Rank 1]
Talents:
[Soft Feet][Martial Aura][Blood Thirsty Eyes] [Unrivaled Composer]
Fate Points:20,297]
[War's Second Symphony]
[ Following your first symphony, this is a song with a shape, its sound and affect depends on the war you are in]
[Unrivaled Composer]
[An innate talent to compose and make music, all masterpieces, all being great legends]
[ Name: Wu Zhihui
Cultivation: Commander rank 1
Stats:
Mind: 200
Body: 200
Soul: 200
Wisdom Elements: 200
Blood Line: Scholar(Emperor)
Legacy: Ever knowing Wisdom Speaker
Martial Arts:
[Wisdom Judgment(Primordial) Rank 2]
[Elemental Eater(Primordial) Rank 5]
[Creation of all Earthly Matters(Primordial) Rank 1]
[Spark of Inspiration(Devine) Rank 1]
[Decaying Bloody Elixir(Devine) Rank 1]
[Dead Metal Foundation(Devine) Rank 1]
[Dark Depressing Gravity(Devine) Rank1 ]
[Third Eye(Primordial) Rank 1]
Talents:
[Breaker of Fate] [Love by the Elements] [Elementals Veins] [Refine Mind][Wisdom Insight] [Knowledge of all Wrongs and Rights]
Fate Points: 36,522]