Zhang Mingtu was silent. He felt that he could not keep up with Xuedao's thinking.
He is clearly already a top figure in the evil ways, and his swordsmanship is weird and strange, and he cannot be considered a member of a famous and upright family. Yet, he still cares so much about his reputation and his family.
The overall situation is very strange. Maybe there is something wrong with his brain.
"Your swordsmanship is so strange and unorthodox. Why are you so obsessed with Daxia or the barbarians?"
Zhang Mingtu's words were still a bit euphemistic. The Heavenly Demon's Bloodthirsty Sword Technique devoured the essence and blood of others, and then assisted in cultivation. This method was undoubtedly the top evil martial arts in the Demon Cult, and it was definitely not justice.
"What do you know? Someone like you, born with the finest inheritance and the best instruction, how could you possibly understand the pain and suffering others endure when they are trapped by their innate talent, their martial arts techniques, and their inability to break through?
“How could they possibly know the pain my family has endured, having worked hard for generations to improve their family’s methods but never finding a way in, trapped in a single state and unable to become famous throughout the world?
"You don't care. You only want me to change my cultivation method and change my sect. You don't care about my family's swordsmanship at all. I want my family's swordsmanship to be famous throughout the world and let everyone know about it. Isn't that enough?"
"Why, why, must it be the barbaric way? God is so unfair to me!"
Zhang Mingtu had some understanding, but he still felt that Xuedao's thinking process was not normal.
Daxia has been established for more than 800 years. Its reputation was not gained through boasting, but through fighting. It has defeated countless opponents.
The barbarians from the north, the demons that coexisted with this land, and the once equally vast empire...
For more than eight hundred years, this pride has been deeply rooted in the hearts of every person in Daxia.
The orthodoxy of Daxia is a source of pride in almost everyone's heart. Even a poor and hungry homeless person on the street will be proud when he mentions the glory of Daxia, the thousand-foot Buddha in Kyoto, and the heavenly palace that never falls.
They have been invincible in the world for more than 800 years, so they have the qualifications and ability to be proud. Every Daxia person standing on this land has this pride buried deep in their hearts.
It is almost a consensus in the world that people outside Daxia are barbarians.
It is arrogant, domineering and unreasonable, but it has almost become a truth.
Daxia, strong!
Barbarians, weak!
This is basically an axiom that no one questions, even Confucian gentlemen who always emphasize convincing people with reason believe so.
That's why Xue Dao felt so ashamed and excited after learning that his method came from a remote and uninhabited country.
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