261: To be fair

The common folk who came to watch the movie were all filled with anticipation.

Upon arriving at the venue,

all the common folk watched with great relish.

In their Small World, a place teeming with Cultivators, the strong always held the most sway.

Yet, this world was full of spiritual energy, but ordinary common folk simply had no right to control it.

Whether it was cultivating techniques or manipulating spiritual power,

all skills were completely monopolized by the lofty Three Great Sects.

Although the scholar was also a member of the Demonic Sect, he came from a poor and desolate background and was indignant about the injustice suffered by the common folk.

After the Three Great Sects, which he helped build, began to fight among themselves,

the scholar simply left the mountains to live a free and unburdened life.

The Demonic Sect had long since drawn a clear line with him, which was why the scholar had never returned to the mountains all these years.

The movie shown in the cinema was exactly the "upper-class" film carefully selected by Chen Tianming.

The film depicted the enslavement and oppression of the lower class by the upper class.

Although there were no battles between the Three Great Sects and Cultivators in the movie,

the common folk still watched the plot, gritting their teeth in hatred.

Suddenly, by a strange coincidence,

arrogant remarks emerged from the crowd.

"What's going on today? Why are so many raggedly dressed people coming to watch a movie? Can anyone really enter this entertainment hall now?"

As soon as these words were uttered, they immediately caused an uproar.

The common folk were already watching a film that made them feel aggrieved, and then they heard such words.

A young commoner immediately spoke out in opposition.

"What do you mean by that? We came here to watch a movie because our factory boss is good to us. He paid for it, and he's as rich as you are. What's wrong with him letting us experience it?"

It should be known that

the name Chen Tianming was now quite famous among the common folk throughout the entire Small World.

Countless people across the land were scrambling to get into Chen Tianming's factory.

Not only did it provide food and lodging, but it also had strict rules.

No one could be lazy or take advantage!

Everyone had to work hard with their own hands and feet to earn money, and everyone was treated equally.

Originally, the matter could have ended here.

The person causing trouble in the cinema was originally deliberately sought out by Shen Dong.

Now, seeing the public outrage, he just needed to run away, and that would be fine.

But unexpectedly,

that day, there were indeed several officials mixed into the scene.

Although they weren't the kind who ruled over major provinces,

at the very least, they had some local influence.

Hearing the common folk so agitated,

these officials were also displeased on the spot.

In their view,

all common folk could live because of them, and it was attributed to them.

If it weren't for these officials' strenuous efforts, the common folk would probably have been killed by those Cultivators long ago.

Chen Tianming never expected that a group of people would start fighting directly at the cinema.

However, Chen Tianming did not stop them; he watched the show happily from behind.

At this moment, several officials in the crowd tore open special seals on the spot and ignited several yellow talismans.

These were unique spiritual power activation methods specific to Cultivators.

They would store their spiritual energy on the talismans and could take them out and use them whenever they wanted.

Shen Dong had never seen such a method.

He thought these were just weapons bought by rich people from those Cultivators for self-defense.

But to his surprise,

when the talismans shone with light, Cultivators, one after another, dressed in Daoist robes, actually appeared alive before everyone's eyes.

Immediately, the cinema descended into chaos.

These Cultivators frantically released their spiritual energy, with flashes of swords and blades, and various spells flying everywhere.

Soon, the ordinary common folk were beaten defenselessly, and casualties appeared in the middle of the aisle.

Chen Tianming's face was solemn.

The scholar, moreover, was heartbroken to death.

"These! These are innocent people!"

"You! Don't just stand there, do something quickly!"

Chen Tianming was already prepared.

But the scholar was already very anxious.

"Those guys must be very wealthy prominent families; they can hire some arrogant Cultivators as their thugs, they are not ordinary people!"

"Chen Tianming! How exactly are you going to deal with them!"

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Chen Tianming directly stepped forward.

"Our resistance! Is forged with flesh and blood!"

Several people in the crowd stopped, wanting to hear what Chen Tianming was going to say.

But most people were still fleeing, after all, their lives were at stake.

And at this moment, Chen Tianming merely waved his hand slightly.

Suddenly, a large group of heavily armed mercenaries rushed in from the ancient-style building gate!

Chen Tianming waved his big hand.

All the common folk present felt as if someone had pushed them from behind, and they were all pushed backward.

And a group of people wearing strangely shaped clothes and holding a pile of black weapons rushed in front of them.

Then came a crackling sound.

A huge sound, like firecrackers, echoed through the empty hall.

Bullets, like the god of death in the night, silently streaked past the enemies' faces.

Almost instantly, several enemies were brought down.

Seeing that things were going badly, those Cultivators immediately activated the remaining spiritual energy in their hands, forming one protective spell after another, each with a different shape.

Symbols unique to protective spells floated in mid-air.

The rain of bullets instantly bounced off, as if hitting an opaque light shield.

Some of the officials were perplexed.

"What did I pay you to do? Aren't you arrogant Cultivators? You're being beaten defenselessly!"

The Cultivators were also bewildered.

As far as their eyes could see, these strange people holding black objects had not a speck of spiritual energy on them.

Yet, they were able to fire extremely intimidating flying swords!

One Cultivator, unafraid of death, grabbed something the moment a bullet came flying.

He exhausted all his spiritual power, and when he opened his palm, he found a golden hidden weapon in it.

He immediately announced to those around him,

"It's a mechanism! Not a cultivation technique!"

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone present was stunned.

What kind of mechanism could have such power!

The key was that it was also so small... one person could carry it in their arms!

If every ordinary common folk could use such a mechanism,

one hundred thousand people could instantly kill one hundred thousand Cultivators.

What kind of concept was that!

At this point, the Cultivator's side no longer dared to be too presumptuous.

They all defended themselves strictly, fearing being shot into a sieve.

At this moment, Chen Tianming slowly walked out.

"Everyone, I know you think these common folk are the lowest ants, unworthy of enjoying high-end spiritual culture like movies with you!"

"But I tell you, from now on, if you want to live, you must treat yourselves as common folk. If you still want to return to your positions, then you are not allowed to embezzle or commit crimes. You must be absolutely fair and only work for your salary!"

"I came to this Small World to do only three things! Fairness! Fairness! And goddamn fairness!"