Chapter 852 - Can't Be Helped

Rean and Roan then spent their next few days organizing everything in the Alchemy and Blacksmith Halls. In the end, the new candidates followed different systems from them, which was quite worse due to the lack of resources and knowledge of the humans in this world.

Sure enough, everyone in the Blacksmith, Talismans, Formations, and Alchemy Halls were blown away by the sudden influx of new knowledge. They truly came to understand what it meant to be just a frog in the well. If they had any doubts about their decision to join the Freedom Sect before, those doubts had completely disappeared by now.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

While Rean and Roan taught everyone in the halls, Freedom City also began to take a rough form. It didn't have walls or anything like that. However, with the high-level cultivators working together with the Freedom Sect, things became a lot more organized than when they were fighting for the lands.

Things seemed to be going okay until suddenly, the Freedom Sect received information about the humans coming from the Zasfin Continents. Hearing that, Malo quickly called Rean, Roan, Fizer, and Julia.

"What is it?"

Rean narrowed his eyes as he thought about it. Even though humans weren't slaves anymore, it didn't change the fact that most of them were incapable of taking care of themselves in this place. You could say that it was their fault that so many humans were in a predicament now. Sure, they were slaves, but they were not at risk of dying.

"Is there really nothing we can do about it?" Rean asked with a dark expression.

Malo sighed in response before suggesting, "What I can try and do is separate some sect members above 14 years old who can protect themselves alone. Then, I could send them to Wringan Continent to help establish human settlements near oceans, rivers, and fertile lands."

Of course, Rean understood that it was basically using a cup of water to put out a house's fire. It was far, far from enough to make up for all the humans who needed help. Besides, the disciples themselves would need to stop their own training to take up a task that would need many years to complete. Last but not least, the number of disciples who were above at least 14 years old was very limited. It would be meaningless to send anyone under this age since they didn't have the necessary maturity to make decisions. In fact, those around 14 would probably be fooled quite easily as well. Only the ones close to 18 and those that participated in the war could be said to have the right level of rationality to take up such a task.

Rean then shook his head, telling him, "Don't. We would basically lose a lot of good disciples in exchange for almost nothing." Rean then looked at Julia and Fizer before asking, "Do you think we can rally all the human cultivators to help with it?"

Fizer and Julia immediately shook their heads. "All of them are probably busy enough taking care of themselves and the tribes they brought from the Demon Beast Continent. The only chance for the ex-slaves, in that case, would be to seek help in those tribes, but even that would be very limited. After all, the number of tribes that came here and know how to take care of themselves is still very small compared to the number of humans arriving from the Zasfins' territories."

Rean couldn't help but sigh after that. In the end, there was just way too little they could do about the situation.