A fat man at the next table, munching on a melon seed, retorted, offering a seemingly logical analysis: "Otherwise, how could he become a demon? You can tell he's not a good person just by his name. If we, the righteous sects, could understand their reasons for doing such things, wouldn't it be easy for us to collude with them?"
Everyone agreed, and the storyteller also praised the immortal's sect while slandering the demonic sect.
Just then, amidst the clamor of agreement, a young man slammed his spirit sword heavily on the table, followed by a sneer.
In the teahouse, everyone fell silent and looked at her.
The boy said, "All you ever do is talk about these moral principles and etiquette. I see you all throw morality to the wind when you're robbing other people's treasures and killing people. You're all a bunch of hypocrites!"
"Kid, what are you saying?" The fat man who was eating melon seeds threw down the melon rinds, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up his spirit sword.
"Sir, please calm down in this heat and don't get angry. This is a melon that our shop specially brought for you." The waiter hurriedly brought over the melon. "That young man wasn't targeting you. You have a chivalrous heart and even donated spirit stones to suffering wandering monsters. You are a great philanthropist, not a hypocrite."
With such praise, the fat man's good deed was publicized, his anger subsided considerably, and he took the melon and sat back down on the bench.
Even the storyteller in the main hall wanted to change the subject, but the young man persisted: "In ancient times, mortals lived no more than fifty years, and seventy or eighty was rare, but we cultivators often lived for hundreds or even thousands. You must know that millions of years ago, we cultivators were all rebellious madmen, destined to be trapped in trees and burned to ashes. Now, it's just that there's a mysterious power, yet you're all cowards, insisting it's evil. Demonic energy is just a bit black, what's so evil about it? When you captured the Black Water Dragon, did you feel disgusted by its black color? When you swallowed the immortal pills, were you ever afraid of its charred blackness?"
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