#97 - Chapter 97: The boy two hundred years ago!
“Sword Palace, let me tell you, I will make sure you won't return alive. Since you sent a coffin, today I will bury you in it!” Mo Batian sneered.
“Enough talk, let's fight!” Old Man Sword Palace and the other five Daoists were about to make a move, but suddenly stopped, because their eyes suddenly noticed someone.
It was Daoist Qing Song, sitting next to Mo Batian.
“Qing Song, you…” The moment he saw Daoist Qing Song, Old Man Sword Palace's eyes widened, and he uttered these three words with some difficulty. The other five Daoists also looked incredulous.
Daoist Qing Song sitting next to Mo Batian, the implication was self-evident.
This was what made it unbelievable for them!
Could it be that Daoist Qing Song had defected to the Demonic Path?
Old Man Sword Palace and the five Daoists were unwilling to believe it.
After all, Daoist Qing Song was at the tenth level of Core Formation and had a close relationship with them. He had also fought against the Demonic Path together in the past.
How could they be willing to believe that their former comrade had now surrendered!?
“Qing Song, have you defected to the Demonic Path?”
One of the Daoists asked with difficulty, still unable to believe that Qing Song had defected to the Demonic Path. But the next scene completely shattered his last shred of hope.
Daoist Qing Song stood up and smiled, “A wise man submits to circumstances. My defection to the Demonic Path is the trend of the times. I advise you all to put down your hostility and work for the Demonic Path with me!”
[Hearing Qing Song personally admit to defecting to the Demonic Path and saying such shameless words, the Daoist at the tenth level of Core Formation stood up in anger. His name was Daoist Ming Jian, and he usually had the best relationship with Qing Song. Now, seeing his former close friend so shameless, he was furious.]
“Qing Song, I, Ming Jian, was really blind in the past! To think I became close friends with a villain like you. I wasted my life saving you seven years ago. Knowing what I know now, I shouldn't have saved you then. I should have let you die under the siege of the Demonic Path!”
As he spoke, Daoist Ming Jian tore open his upper garment in anger, revealing dense scars on his body. Those were the injuries he had suffered seven years ago when he risked his life to save Qing Song.
Seven years ago, Qing Song was besieged by two Demonic Path cultivators at the tenth level of Core Formation, and he risked his life to save him.
“A villain like you, I really should have let you die in the hands of Fire Skull and Fire Ghost back then,” Ming Jian cursed again. Fire Skull and Fire Ghost were the two Demonic Path cultivators at the tenth level of Core Formation who besieged Qingzhou seven years ago.
These two had a bad relationship with Mo Batian and had conflicts, so they didn't come to the Golden Core banquet this time.
Hearing Ming Jian's words, Qing Song's face turned red and white, as if he felt ashamed, but also angry at being scolded. Immediately, he looked at Ming Jian angrily, “Ming Jian, I am grateful that you saved me, but what time is it now? You talk about loyalty, you are noble, you have good character! You came to the Golden Core banquet today to assassinate Mo Tian, what a great feat!”
“But have you ever thought about one fact? What will happen to your descendants after you die? Now you are a righteous cultivator at the tenth level of Core Formation, and your descendants enjoy the best resources of the righteous path. After you die, will they still have the same treatment as before? Will your descendants still get those Core Formation spiritual objects and Foundation Establishment spiritual objects?”
“You must know that people are fickle. Once you die, the Ming family might decline in your generation!”
“So, join me in defecting to the Demonic Path, and your Ming family can be glorious for generations! Those dead ant-like mortals are none of our business! Why risk your life to assassinate for them?” Qing Song stared at Ming Jian with wide eyes.
Daoist Ming Jian sneered and shook his head after hearing this, “I can't control that much. Our descendants will have their own fortune. My descendants usually enjoy my glory, eating the best and living in the best in Qingzhou. Now that Qingzhou is in trouble, tens of millions of people have already died. They are already extremely lucky not to have died. As for me, if you want to persuade me to defect to the Demonic Path, try again in your next life!”
“When I was still a Qi Refining tenth level cultivator, I was besieged by two Demonic Path brats. A Foundation Establishment senior from the Zheng Yang Sect saved me at that time. I wanted to thank him, but that senior said there was no need to thank him. He said that if I achieved something in the future, I should help others as much as possible.”
“Unlike you, who is ungrateful, the senior from the Zheng Yang Sect saved me that day. I am not talented, but I was lucky enough to become a Core Formation tenth level cultivator, so I naturally want to help others as much as possible.”
“After all, if everyone was as selfish as you, I would have died long ago!” Daoist Ming Jian shouted sternly.
“Ming Jian… you!”
Daoist Qing Song's face quickly turned red and white. When he heard Ming Jian scold him for being ungrateful, he couldn't say another word.
At this time, Mo Batian, who was next to him, clapped his hands and sneered:
“Daoist Ming Jian is indeed a great hero who cares for the country and the people. How about this, let me tell you a story.”
As he spoke, Mo Batian raised the wine glass from the table in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and then said with a loud laugh, “Five years ago, I entered a city and ate in a mortal restaurant. There was a storyteller in the restaurant, and the storyteller was telling a story about a righteous cultivator doing chivalrous deeds. Guess what happened?”
Mo Batian's face was now filled with great sarcasm, “After the storyteller finished telling the story of the righteous cultivator doing chivalrous deeds, the mortals below actually started scolding, saying that they didn't want to hear these Virgin Mary stories. They wanted to hear stories of decisive killing, stories where people don't act for themselves. They said that righteous cultivators were all fools, and they didn't listen to these Virgin Mary stories.”
“The mortal listeners were all scolding, so the storyteller naturally changed the story. This time it was even more coincidental. This time he told a story about a Demonic Path cultivator. This Demonic Path cultivator was decisive in killing, selfish and self-interested. Everything was centered on improving his own strength. He was decisive in killing, causing millions of corpses to float at every turn. When others were in trouble and asked him for help, this Demonic Path cultivator didn't even look at them and never reached out to help. Guess what happened after the storyteller finished telling this story?”
“Most of the mortals below clapped and cheered! They were all praising the Demonic Path cultivator in the story, saying that people should be like that!”
As he spoke, Mo Batian laughed loudly. He pointed at Old Man Sword Palace, Daoist Ming Jian, and the group of righteous cultivators with great mockery, “Look, these are the mortals you protect. These ants, they never feel grateful. The righteous path that protects them is ridiculed by them, and the Demonic Path that kills them is praised by them. Tell me, what's the point of protecting them?”
Mo Batian's laughter was extremely harsh, and a group of Demonic Path Core Formation cultivators also laughed loudly.
This story was indeed a great irony.
The mortals of Qingzhou scolded the righteous path for being Virgin Marys and praised the Demonic Path cultivators. Was this ironic?
Actually, it wasn't ironic.
In real life, many people are proponents of social Darwinism, but they themselves are also losers under the rules of social Darwinism. They are the oppressed, but they admire social Darwinism.
They admire the strong for humiliating the weak, but the most ironic thing is that they themselves are the weak in this world. When righteous cultivators take action to help save people, they curse and scold Virgin Marys, saying not to save them, saying that these weak people should die. Little do they know that they themselves are the weak who are being saved.
When they see Demonic Path cultivators refining cities in an instant, causing millions of corpses to float, they say how handsome it is, saying that people should be so decisive in killing. Little do they know that they are the people who are being refined by the Demonic Path!
This is the greatest black humor in the world!
……
“Sword Palace, why don't you put down your swords? Anyway, those mortals are not worth protecting. Maybe if you defect to our Demonic Path and kill them together, they will worship you in return. After all, those people are just cheapskates!”
The laughter became more and more ear-piercing. Mo Batian and the group of Demonic Path cultivators laughed especially loudly. The entire Blood-colored Palace seemed to be echoing with these ear-piercing and mocking laughter.
Old Man Sword Palace and the five Daoists stood in silence.
“You want me to put down my sword?” After a while, Old Man Sword Palace spoke. He smiled lightly and held the wooden sword in front of him, “When I was young, I was a Jianghu person. I practiced swordsmanship with my master. At the age of fifteen, I became a third-rate expert in the Jianghu. At that time, my master asked me what my aspirations were. I said to do chivalrous deeds. Later, at the age of twenty, I was lucky enough to obtain a cultivation method and embarked on the path of immortality.”
Old Man Sword Palace looked at the wooden sword with a look of recollection on his face,
“The path of immortality is long, a long life. I have almost forgotten everything. Along the way, I have seen too many enemies, been betrayed by friends, and been repaid with ingratitude, but now that I have reached the end of my life, I have almost forgotten all those past events, but there is only one sentence that I remember especially well, and that is more than two hundred years ago, a young man who practiced swordsmanship with his master took down the ambition of doing chivalrous deeds!”
As he spoke, Old Man Sword Palace suddenly pointed the wooden sword at Mo Batian. His originally cloudy eyes suddenly became infinitely bright, as if the sword-wielding young man from that year had returned. He was full of vigor and unrestrained pride, and laughed loudly:
“Mo Batian, you have really lived in vain! What are you laughing at? I understood this question more than two hundred years ago. Back then, I said that my ambition was to do chivalrous deeds, and my master shook his head and said that this world is turbid, and doing good deeds will not necessarily be rewarded. Doing chivalrous deeds may be repaid with ingratitude.”
“At that time, I laughed loudly and said to my master that if I seek rewards for doing good deeds, then I have entered the wrong path. I told my master that the reason why I do chivalrous deeds is for the joy in my heart!”
“I saved those people, what do I care what they think? Anyway, I feel happy in my heart!”
“Sword Palace's actions in life are only for the joy in my heart! Why should I explain to others? Why should I need others to understand?”
As he spoke, a滔天 sword energy rose from Old Man Sword Palace's body! He stared at Mo Batian with coldness and killing intent, “You want me to put down my sword? I tell you, today I will kill you, this old dog, and your grandson, that little dog, and then I can put down my sword!”
“Sword Palace… you!” Mo Batian's face turned green and white. He was, after all, a famous person, but to be pointed at and scolded as an old dog and a little dog, he couldn't hide the anger in his heart.
“You refuse to drink a toast, so you must drink a forfeit! Kill!” Mo Batian made a move, and Old Man Sword Palace also raised his sword and killed him.
Afterwards, the Blood Luo Palace was in chaos, and a great battle began. The five Daoists faced the Sect Master of the Myriad Demons Sect and the Blood Butcher.
[A滔天 great battle began in the Blood Luo Palace!]
[What back-up plans will Mo Batian set up in the Blood Luo Palace to kill them? Can Old Man Sword Palace and the others win? Or will they… ]
[It was at this time that you arrived in Tiandu County, learned the specific location of Mo Batian, and flew towards the Blood Luo Palace at a rapid speed. You are only a quarter of an hour away from arriving at the battlefield of the Blood Luo Palace!]
[What will the Blood Luo Palace look like after you arrive in a quarter of an hour?]
[Can Old Man Sword Palace and the others withstand a quarter of an hour?]
