High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

"But...we don't know anything..." someone whispered in the crowd.

"Do you know how to farm?" Feng Qingyang asked.

The man was taken aback. "Yes..."

"That's enough. Those who want to farm will teach farming, those who want to forge will learn forging, and those who want to be soldiers will join the army. Everything starts from 'not knowing' to 'knowing.' You've been trapped by this river for two hundred years. From now on, start learning from scratch."

Tears welled in the old man's cloudy eyes. "But we understand nothing anymore... The outside world is completely foreign to us..."

"Then we'll start from scratch," Feng Qingyang repeated. "Someone will teach you common sense and culture from the beginning. Your children will be able to go to school and learn to read, whether they are boys or girls. They can study if they want to, and learn martial arts if they want to. Before, you could only kneel. But from now on, you'll walk standing up."

Liu Yun stepped forward and took over the conversation.

He knew that Feng Qingyang's style was concise and clear, and that this was already a rare long speech.

The subsequent popular science work requires more meticulous effort, and someone as patient as him is more suitable.

"Fellow countrymen," he raised his voice, trying to make sure everyone could hear, "I'll tell you what the base city is like."

"First of all, the place you live in. It's not one of those mud-brick shacks, it's a house made of reinforced concrete, with a roof, so you're protected from the wind and rain. And it has heating in the winter—"

"What is heating?" someone in the crowd asked.

Liu Yun paused for a moment, then chuckled, patting the back of his head: "It means the room can heat up automatically, so you don't have to burn firewood, and you don't have to worry about the smoke. There's even air conditioning in the summer—"

What is air conditioning?

"It means the room automatically cools down." Liu Yun gestured a couple of times, then decided to go all in. "Anyway, it's warm in winter and cool in summer. Let me give you another example—you guys store food in wells in the summer, right? In the base city, every household has a box that's colder than winter; it's called a refrigerator."

"A box colder than winter?" The women looked at each other, half believing and half doubting.

"And then, water," Liu Yun continued, "no need to fetch water from the river. Just turn on the tap, and clean water flows out by itself—"

What is a faucet?

Liu Yun couldn't help but chuckle, so he squatted down and drew on the mud with his finger: "Just put it on the wall, twist it, and water will come out. It's not the muddy water from the river, it's clean and you can drink it directly."

"No need to pick water?" A skinny man stared wide-eyed, his voice filled with disbelief.

His wife's lips trembled as she stood beside him, wanting to say something but not daring to.

"And your children," Liu Yun pointed to a mother holding a baby in the crowd, "When was this child born?"

The mother sounded a little nervous. "Ten days ago..."

"In the base city, this child will be able to go to school and learn to read and write. If he wants to become a martial artist when he grows up, the doors of the martial arts university are open to everyone. No matter who his parents are, as long as he works hard enough, he can rise to the top."

"Can girls go to school too?" someone in the crowd asked timidly.

Liu Yun looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was a little girl of about ten years old, as thin as a bean sprout, hiding behind a woman, with only half of her face showing.

"Yes," Liu Yun replied without hesitation. "Girls go to school and practice martial arts just like boys. There's no rule in the base city that 'girls can't go to school.'"

The little girl's eyes lit up.

Liu Yun continued, "What did you do when you were sick before? Prayed to the river god? Gobbled up herbs? You won't need to anymore. There will be people who will treat you, whether you are an adult or a child."

"How much will it cost?" someone asked timidly. They emphasized the word "money" with particular force, clearly equating "money" with "paying taxes" and "offering tributes" in their limited understanding.

"Basic medical care is free," Liu Yun said, then added in a way they could understand, "You don't need to pay extra grain or send any gifts."

The townspeople looked at each other in bewilderment, some even pinching their thighs, wondering if they were dreaming.

A young woman suddenly pushed through the crowd and knelt before Liu Yun. She held a newborn baby in her arms, her voice trembling, "Sir, will my child... will my child also be sent to be a virgin?"

When she asked that question, the expressions of several women around her changed simultaneously—some of them had been forced to sacrifice children, and the wounds in their hearts had not yet healed.

Liu Yun looked at her, his tone gentler than ever before: "In the base city, there is no such thing as a virgin boy or girl. Your child is your child, and no one can take him away from you."

The woman paused for a second, then burst into tears while holding the baby.

Several women around also had tears in their eyes.

Yang Jinyun stood at a distance, watching this scene.

Zhao Yuping walked up to him without him noticing. "What's wrong, Lao Yang?"

"It's nothing." Yang Jinyun turned and walked out of the camp, his back to everyone. "Killing demons is easy, saving people's hearts is difficult. But this time—"

He paused, then continued, "This time we actually succeeded."

The members of the Demon Slayer Division began to assemble, taking out armored transport vehicles from their storage bracelets, their engines roaring.

A small group of people, along with the elderly, women, and children, returned to base on transport planes, escorted by fighter jets roaring overhead. In addition, Feng Qingyang's divine sword spirit accompanied them to ensure their safety.

The remaining 20,000-plus residents of Xinlan Town rose from the ruins. Some looked back at the collapsed River God Temple, while others did not.

Most people boarded the transport convoy in silence, as if two hundred years of memories were being peeled away from them bit by bit.

Feng Qingyang stood by the river and suddenly tossed the wine gourd to Feng Mo.

Feng Mo caught it, but didn't drink it; he didn't like drinking.

Feng Qingyang coughed lightly: "What have you gained and what are your thoughts on this trip?"

Feng Mo glanced at Feng Qingyang and said, "My feeling is that someone used me as bait to fish, and the result was almost unmanageable."

"Stop, stop, stop! I didn't ask you that. I meant your opinion on the matter of monsters raising their own kind in captivity." Feng Qingyang almost lost his composure as a master.

Feng Mo looked at the crowd in the distance, his expression still calm. "In this world, the strong are respected. The reason why monsters can act recklessly is because they are stronger than most ordinary people."

Feng Qingyang frowned. "You think this line of thinking is normal?"

Feng Mo shook his head. "No, I don't think it's normal. No matter how strong a demon beast is, it's not worthy of keeping humans as pets, because... I am also a human."

Feng Qingyang laughed heartily, "Good lad."

Although Feng Mo's idea differed slightly from his, the result was roughly the same, which was fine.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"With my Ruyi Jingu Bang, I will vanquish all demons, big and small, from the Blue Star." Feng Mo's eyes were resolute.

Monsters and humans are natural opposing camps. Since they can provide points of attack, they are the "prey" standing on the opposite side.

Feng Qingyang laughed heartily: "Good lad, I like him!"

A migrating caravan of 30,000 people wound its way across the wasteland as the dark clouds dispersed and the sun slowly illuminated the earth.