Chapter 105 The Disaster of Fat Legacy (2)
The earth is dry.
Although the Foundation Establishment Stage's escape technique wasn't fast, it still covered dozens of miles in a few breaths, from the deserted countryside to a village with a few people. But if you pay attention, you'll notice that there's not a single cloud in the area they're passing through; the sky is a clear blue, and the sun is radiating unparalleled heat, scorching the earth.
A thin layer of grass crept low across the wilderness, its withered yellow tinge of death, its roots touching the ground still hinting at a hint of green, a sign of life. Dozens of farmers sat or stood sparsely on the ridges of the plowed wheat fields, their numb faces gazing skyward. Only the merciless sun answered them, prying their cracked skin raw from their flesh.
"The disaster of Fei Yi was indeed a natural disaster." Xi Xingji lowered his eyelids and said softly.
Shang Qian suddenly became agitated. He pointed at the ground, at the farmers, and practically roared, "Are you going to let people watch them eat their own children just because of a natural disaster?! There are definitely things we can do!"
Qu Qitao glanced between the two men and decided to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, Friend Shang. Someone from the six alliances has taken on the task and is here to bring rain every day. Although the harvest won't be as good as in previous years, at least we'll be able to fill our stomachs."
"Each of you, born into aristocratic families, have always looked down upon others. How could you truly experience this kind of life?" Shang Qian sneered. "You, Qu Qitao, are the only daughter of the Palace Master of Xinghai Palace, a genius who established her foundation at the age of twenty! You, Xi Xingji, are also just a child of an aristocratic family. You saw the word 'people' in a book since you were a child, and you think you understand it."
"Do you know that the emperor you elected levied taxes year after year, exploiting people at every level. The people's harvests weren't enough to pay the taxes, so they had to sell their land to survive, eventually becoming slaves to the landlords, to be toyed with and killed at will? Do you know that the emperor was warlike, conscripting young men into the army, leaving the remaining women, children, and the elderly unable to farm, leaving so much food rotting in the fields? And to survive, he even set up a market to sell human flesh?"
"You only said that the emperor was respectful to the immortal sect! The disaster of Fei Yi was a natural disaster!"
"Fei Yi is nothing more than an ancient celestial beast. In ancient times, there were cultivators who could kill celestial beasts. Why do we allow them to do evil? Can the devil kill one person, but must the angels of heaven offer sacrifices to them even if they kill millions?!"
"We cultivate immortality to defy the will of Heaven! Why should we be so timid? We can't even eliminate harm for the people!"
Luo Xuanyi and the other two looked at the agitated Shang Qian, a fire in his eyes. Was this a righteous cultivator? Luo Xuanyi couldn't sense why he was so excited, nor did she react to his words. But the righteous aura emanating from Shang Qian was still dazzling.
Xi Xingji seemed a little ashamed of himself, but his upbringing would not allow such "righteousness" to disrupt the "big picture": "Fei Yi is a celestial beast. He is being punished by the laws of nature. How can he be killed for personal anger? The laws of nature are cyclical, and there are causes and effects. We are already violating the laws of nature by bringing rain."
Shang Qian still wasn't going to let Xi Xingji go. He just sneered at this self-deceiving excuse, "If it went against the laws of nature, why would the Immortal Sect allow those who bring rain to accumulate Luck into the Blessing Seal? You, Xi Xingji, also used the Blessing Seal to directly resist the heavenly thunder last year. Without such a natural disaster, how could you have accumulated Luck so quickly?"
"Fellow Daoist Shang, please don't make random accusations based on conjecture." Qu Qitao's expression became serious, and the lively girlish temperament in her body was restrained. She stared at Shang Qian, "If you want to say that the immortal sect condones natural disasters in order to help the cultivators accumulate luck, there is no need to do so. We cultivators only seek to have a clear conscience. If you want to change the suffering of the people, no one will laugh at you or criticize you. But you must know the consequences of your actions! Your good intentions cannot bring bad consequences to the people!"
"The Fat Relic Beast is a messenger from Heaven. Killing it will anger Heaven. If a Beast Cloud disaster were to descend, how could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like you and I protect the people? It wouldn't just be starvation and thirst; everyone would perish! Furthermore, the demonic Zang Yao Sect is eyeing us covetously. Are you capable of shouldering such a heavy responsibility?"
"I understand that you came from the countryside and have endured many mortal hardships through self-cultivation, but the Immortal Sect is not your enemy. You must understand this!"
After Qu Qitao finished speaking, Shang Qian and she exchanged glances, but Shang Qian was the first to look away. He closed his eyes, took a breath, then opened them again and apologized, "I was reckless."
Xi Xingji was quite pleased, yet also felt inferior, and apologized to Shang Qian. Qu Qitao clapped her hands in delight, her face immediately adorned with the lively, innocent smile of a young girl. "That's right! Look, you've silenced Fellow Daoist Xuanyi. My apologies."
Luo Xuanyi had expected a fight to break out, but who would have thought that the situation would be resolved simply through dialogue? She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The righteous path is truly peaceful." She smiled wryly and shook her head, "You two are both steadfast in your own paths, and I admire you deeply. It's just that I was born a free cultivator and retired to the mountains early on, so it's inconvenient for me to judge, so I'm keeping silent."
Shang Qian was quite polite to Luo Xuanyi. He seemed to be born into a commoner background, and he felt closer to Luo Xuanyi, who wasn't from an aristocratic family. He took the initiative to explain, "I grew up in a small village. If I hadn't met a senior cultivator who appreciated my talent and took me in, I would have died in the year of the Fuzhu flood. However, that teacher was soon killed in an assassination attempt on Fuzhu, so I can never just laugh it off."
"It's a pity that I only learned swordsmanship. If I had learned the art of martial arts, I could also bring rain to the people and control the floods."
While the four of them were talking here for a while, a female cultivator came from afar in a canoe called Shi Yu Xing. They simply decided to wait here for a while before continuing on their journey.
The nun held a brush in her hand, almost as tall as herself, yet so slender that it could be held in one hand. As she moved her brush and splashed ink, she drew rain clouds, softly overlapping and gradually piling up into a dark, swirling cloud. Thunder rumbled, and raindrops began to drift from beneath the clouds.
Wherever the rain fell, the old farmers trembled, dropped their tools, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly kowtowed to the sky. The water on their dark faces was not sure whether it was rain or tears.
Shang Qian couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he flew away first on his sword. The other three followed silently, transforming into four beams of light that streaked across the sky, heading straight for Longlan City between the rain clouds and the sun.
These two chapters are mainly to establish the image of the righteous path in this article, and to lay out the six major alliances and the mortal royal family~ I can only say that there is no creativity hh I don’t like the description of the righteous path as all hypocrites, but there are still some scumbags~
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