Chapter 490: Grudges
After the spirit ship left the demon world, Tao Zi turned and looked at her brother and said, "Brother, are you hiding something from me?"
Cheng Wuchou was silent for a long time before he said, "Do you want to ask about that alien race?"
"Also, what exactly is the relationship between the Demon Realm and the Xujia Sect? Why does the Demon Palace Master seem so familiar with you, and even vaguely aware of that person's existence? Even Wangxu, the former Young Master of the Sword Sect, seems to be unaware of these things."
Cheng Wuchou stood there and whispered, "Azi, you just need to take revenge. There are some things you don't need to get involved in."
Tao Zi looked at him steadily and said, "Brother, how likely do you think it is that I won't get involved?"
He was speechless. With his intelligence, he knew all this, but he always had a hope. He didn't want his sister to be involved in those messy things, nor did he want her to know about those things.
But his sister kept looking at him. After hesitating for a long time, he finally whispered, "Tao Zi, these things may be related to Qing Lan, or they may not be. No one knows. But whether it is related or not, it will not hinder your revenge. Whether it is the Lord of the Demon Palace or the Xujia Sect, no one will stop you."
The only ones who could possibly stop her are those old fogies from the Tiandao Sect who always talk about the overall situation.
Tao Zi asked back, "What if I want to know? Brother, some things can't just be left alone. It's always good to know more."
Cheng Wuchou sighed lightly, thought for a long time, and then smiled helplessly and said, "Forget it, at this point, the situation can't get any worse. What does Ah Zi want to know?"
She repeated the question: "Why does the Demon Palace Master know of Mr.'s existence, and what is the connection between the Demon Palace and the Asahi Gate?"
He gathered his thoughts and spoke, "Master was born in a very chaotic era. During that time, countless sects wanted to kill him, and the Tiandao Sect was no exception. In the desperate situation at that time, Master adopted an extremely special method to survive, but that method is not something that everyone can adopt."
Tao Zi's expression suddenly changed: "The similarities between Xujiamen and Demon Palace are..."
Cheng Wuchou continued her words: "Having an affair with a foreign race."
She fell silent.
The little ghost couldn't keep calm and suddenly said, "You actually cooperated with aliens? You are a bunch of lunatics!"
Cheng Wuchou shook his head and said, "It's not cooperation."
The kid stared at him and repeated, "Mad man."
Tao Zi looked at him calmly and said, "Ming Lan Sect will not admit that they are cooperating with alien races. No one will admit it."
He stood there with his brows furrowed. After a long moment, he said, "Azi, you should know that several Mahayana cultivators sacrificed their lives to rescue you from the Minglan Sect."
A flash of blood flashed in her eyes. She suppressed the memory of that night and said, "You know, is it related to this matter?"
"Three thousand years ago, they were all mortals. They relied on the power of alien races to seize the bodies of monks and survived until now."
There was silence on the ghost ship.
Tao Zi took a deep breath, suppressing her inner shock, and said, "Not being invaded by alien races, but relying on their power, this sounds like a joke."
"You're right, they were indeed corrupted, and their temperaments changed drastically because of it."
Tao Zi asked, "Has your temperament changed drastically?"
"The dark side is infinitely magnified. Although it is not controlled by the alien race, it also tends to be evil. This is one of the reasons why the Xujiamen act so cruelly. For them, the long years are torture, and death is the only relief. However, they dare not die meaninglessly and can only hold on."
Cheng Wuchou sighed softly and continued, "Three thousand years ago, they were all outstanding young men from various aristocratic families, or young generals in the army. Who would have thought that they would become like this now?"
The little ghost was silent.
Tao Zi was not affected by these words and continued, "Why do we have to let them survive? Can't we cultivate them from generation to generation?"
"They relied on the power of other races. Like you, they are incompatible with this world. That's why they have survived until now. If it had been passed down from generation to generation, I'm afraid it would have died out long ago."
She understood and whispered, "The monks want to kill them?"
"It could be more accurate."
Tao Zi continued his words: "Tian Dao Sect."
Apart from the Tiandao Sect, other sects do not have such great power to force these proud people from three thousand years ago to use such methods to survive.
Cheng Wuchou nodded slowly, a sneer on his face. "The so-called Tiandao Sect is terrified of the imperial family's return. After the great war three thousand years ago, they didn't even bother to recuperate. They were so focused on hunting you down that they naturally ignored the sacrifices of the imperial family. The aristocratic families that helped you were either dead or ruined. If you hadn't resolutely broken free from Tiandao's surveillance, you wouldn't be alive."
The little ghost frowned and suddenly said, "Wait, there's something that doesn't match."
He turned his head and looked.
The little ghost said, "Didn't they say that the immortal cultivators suffered countless casualties in that war and made great contributions? Why are you constantly pointing the credit to the Emperor's daughter?"
Cheng Wuchou smiled, his tone nonchalant: "History will be written by the victor."
The little ghost stood in the monk's position and said, "Those monks are indeed dead. Perhaps you are biased."
His expression grew a bit colder as he spoke, "During that great war, 50% of the high-ranking aliens remaining on the continent were killed by the royal family. The Sword Immortal led two disciples and masters from various sects to deal with 20%. The Demon Lord and the Monster Lord led their followers to deal with 10% each. The remaining 10% of the high-ranking aliens were then contained by the elite disciples and elders from the three sects and four schools."
Fifty percent?
Tao Zi and Xiao Gui looked at each other without saying anything.
Mortals have been fragile for three thousand years, and no one can imagine how powerful the royal family was back then.
However, Tao Zi vaguely remembered that in that great war, the Emperor's Princess seemed to have calculated against many cultivators in the immortal world who were hostile to mortals, and they were all very powerful.
But she would not mention this matter, and instead said: "These things are circulated among the people, and the name of Xuanyue Continent is also a proof."
In response to Tao Zi's statement, he only read four words: "Fu Yu Continent."
"What?"
"The original name of the continent was later changed to Xuanyue Continent." Cheng Wuchou frowned and said, "The princess' surname is Cheng, her given name is Fu Yu, and her nickname is Wuyou."
The royal family severely injured the alien race at the cost of their own destruction, but in the end they were not even allowed to have a name.
The little ghost's attention was immediately diverted: "Wuyou? Isn't this a coincidence? Even the small word doesn't seem right. Have you known about Tao Zi's past life for a long time?"
Cheng Wuchou shook his head and said, "When I was a child, Ah Zi fell seriously ill and was on the verge of death. A female doctor who passed by saved Ah Zi's life and gave her the name Wuyou. It happened that I only had a nickname at the time, so I changed it too."
Tao Zi narrowed her eyes, then returned to normal and said, "What about the medical practitioner?"
"I can't remember what he looks like anymore."
She nodded and said, "Maybe it's a coincidence. The name Wuyou is not uncommon."
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