340: We are of the same ilk!

"Red Heart Society?" 367 murmured, "What is that?"

"It's an organization I created," Chi Yao's eyes blazed, "Our goal is to overthrow the Immortal Court's tyranny, liberate all Red Slaves, and establish a new Immortal Realm where everyone is equal and free to Cultivate!"

367 was first stunned, then — he burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! You really dare to dream! You, a mere Red Slave, learned a few Spells, and you think you can overthrow the Immortal Court? Are you crazy?!"

Chi Yao's face was expressionless, and she coldly retorted:

"Is it funny? I ask you, who makes up the largest number of people in the Immortal Realm? Is it Immortals? Or is it us Red Slaves?"

367's laughter abruptly stopped.

Chi Yao raised her voice: "If every Red Slave learned to Cultivate, what kind of power would that be?"

The air, as if, was sucked out.

367 stood rooted to the spot, cold sweat pouring down.

He suddenly realized —

This girl wasn't dreaming.

She was truly... going to overturn this heaven!

He felt ashamed.

He, a dignified seven-foot man, was not as courageous, farsighted, or resolute as a young girl!

He looked down at his rough hands, covered in slag and calluses, yet they had never truly fought.

He raised his head, his eyes no longer hesitant, only burning with fire:

"I am willing to join the Red Heart Society!!"

Chi Yao extended her hand, "Congratulations, from today onwards, we are fellow Reds!"

"Fellow Reds?" 367 asked, puzzled.

"Exactly," Chi Yao's voice was firm, "All members who join the Red Heart Society, all warriors with a Red Heart and a desire for freedom, can address each other as — Fellow Reds! United in Red Heart, together we spread the blaze!"

Many of these rhetorical techniques were actually things Chi Yao learned from Lu Chen every night.

Chi Yao greatly admired Lu Chen. Every night, Lu Chen would teach her various rhetorical techniques that made Chi Yao feel her blood boil, her confidence swell, and her fighting spirit soar.

367's eyes welled up with tears as he tightly clasped Chi Yao's hand: "Fellow Red, I finally have an organization!"

He looked up, gazing into the darkness at the end of the mine tunnel, his voice hoarse yet resolute:

"From today onwards, I am no longer 367!"

"I want to give myself a name!"

"I am Red Three! Red Heart Society! Red Three!"

Chi Yao told Red Three that she needed to formulate a very detailed and thorough plan to rescue Ah Lian, so he shouldn't rush for now, and should first Cultivate the first three verses of the Crimson Flame Art.

Red Three couldn't believe it: "This... such an important thing, for me?"

"You are the first Fellow Red to join," Chi Yao said gravely, "The Crimson Flame Art concerns the life and death of the entire Red Heart Society. Once discovered, it must be destroyed immediately and must never fall into the hands of Immortals."

Red Three took a deep breath, hid the paper close to his body, and solemnly knelt down:

"I, Red Three, hereby swear — everything for the organization! I will never expose the Red Heart Society!"

A trace of relief flashed in Chi Yao's eyes.

She knew that this man had truly Awakened.

"There's one more thing," Chi Yao whispered, "You know many people and have prestige among the miners. Observe carefully, see if there are any Red Slaves who are passionate, unwilling to be slaves, and want to resist. Discreetly approach them, test their beliefs, and if there are usable people, bring them to me."

Red Three nodded heavily: "Good! I will definitely complete the organization's mission!"

Two days later, late at night.

Red Three brought back a woman.

She was thin, and her face was completely burned.

"This is Iron Lady," Red Three introduced, "She was originally the head artisan of the artisan slave camp. Because she unauthorizedly incorporated some of her own designs while forging weapons, the Overseer Captain Lei Liao disfigured her on the spot with molten iron from the furnace, and she has since been reduced to the lowest class of servant slaves."

Iron Lady coldly scanned the stone cave, letting out a sneer from her nostrils:

"I don't have time to play house with you. You lowly mine slaves, all you know is digging and getting beaten all day, you are the most numb and boring people."

"In history, every Red Slave rebellion, which one wasn't initiated by us artisan slaves? You? You're just walking corpses following behind!"

Chi Yao listened quietly, not getting angry.

She knew that there had long been a rift between artisan slaves and mine slaves.

Artisan slaves, with their skills in forging and mechanisms, considered themselves superior;

Mine slaves, on the other hand, believed that artisan slaves betrayed their kind, creating weapons for Immortals and aiding the wicked.

This class divide, if not resolved, would eventually tear apart the Red Heart Society.

Chi Yao did not defend or argue.

She simply slowly raised her hand.

In her palm, a ball of crimson flame ignited out of thin air.

The flame flickered, reflecting off the stone wall, illuminating Iron Lady's astonished face in a crimson glow.

"You... how can you possibly master Immortal Arts?" Her voice trembled, "This is impossible! Red Slaves cannot Cultivate! This is a heavenly rule! An iron law! I know, this must be a Spell talisman, trying to scare me?!"

Chi Yao remained silent, her mind moving.

In an instant —

Two flame Clones appeared out of thin air!

They were identical to her, burning with crimson flames all around them, slowly stepping, circling Iron Lady, like gods descended to the mortal world.

"Ah—!" Iron Lady stumbled backward, hitting the rock wall, her pupils contracting violently.

She had once heard an old artisan slave tell a legend —

"Red Slaves are not slaves, but descendants of the Chi Clan. In ancient times, the Red Emperor sacrificed himself for the Dao, Sealing the Divine Punishment, making his people conceal their Divine Power and become mortals, solely to preserve their Bloodline. Legend has it that one day, the Red Emperor will Reincarnate, the Red Fire will rekindle, and all slaves will Awaken, overthrowing the Nine Heavens and rebuilding the Red God Dynasty!"

She trembled, her knees giving way —

"Thud!"

She directly knelt down, her forehead hitting the stone ground heavily:

"Greetings, Red Emperor! Greetings, Red Emperor!! You have finally returned!"

Chi Yao's heart trembled.

She had never heard this legend.

But she immediately understood — this was a heaven-sent banner.

Chi Yao studied deeply with Lu Chen every night, listening to his lessons. Lu Chen had said that in the Early Stage of many uprisings, the common people did not understand grand principles like "platform" or "equality."

They only believed in miracles, legends, and divine destiny.

If Chi Yao could use this legend as a banner, she could instantly unite the hearts of millions!

Chi Yao did not deny it, but instead slowly stepped forward, helping Iron Lady up, her voice like a heavenly sound descending:

"Given the circumstances, I will no longer conceal it. Yes, I am the Reincarnation of the Red Emperor. I have returned only to awaken the dormant Red God Bloodline and lead you all — to regain Divine Power, overthrow the Immortal Court, and rebuild the Red God Dynasty!"

Iron Lady trembled all over, tears streaming down her face: "I... I swear to be loyal unto death! I am willing to offer everything for the Red Emperor! Even if my Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, I will not hesitate!"

"No," Chi Yao shook her head, "Our Red Heart Society does not follow the Immortal Court's ways. There is no kneeling, no master-servant relationship. All of us are 'Fellow Reds' — united in Red Heart, together we spread the blaze."

"Here, there is no distinction between artisan slaves and mine slaves."

"There is only — the Chi Clan."

"Our goal is consistent: to overthrow tyranny and establish a new Immortal Realm where everyone can Cultivate and everyone has dignity!"

Iron Lady was stunned.

She had never heard such rhetoric before and was completely captivated by Chi Yao's charisma, wishing she could die for Chi Yao and the organization right now.

She knelt again, but this time, it was not to worship, but to pledge:

"I, Iron Lady, am willing to join the Red Heart Society and become a Fellow Red!"

"I am willing to dedicate my skills, forge weapons, and go through fire and water for the Red Heart Society, even if it means dying ten thousand times!"

Chi Yao helped Iron Lady up and embraced her tightly: "Welcome, Fellow Red."

Chi Yao looked at the two Fellow Reds before her — Red Three and Iron Lady.

She knew that the spark had been ignited.