Lady Zhemei's cell was different from Xi Fu's. When Wang Yao entered, he only saw an empty round stone house. Qing He stood there dumbfounded. When she saw the fairy come in, she was about to go up and ask her something when she heard a rumbling sound coming from the room.
In the center of the room, a circular piece of ground slowly slid open to one side, revealing a deep well-like cave. Immediately afterward, the sound of chains rattling echoed from within the cave. The chains rattled for a while, but the three of them did not see anything rise from the well, and then the sound of chains stopped.
Wang Yao and the others looked at each other and waited for a while. The fairy went to the well and looked inside, but then retreated with a puzzled look on her face. Wang Yao also went up and looked down, but he could only see that the well was filled with mist and he could not see anything clearly. Just as he was about to back away, a voice suddenly came from the bottom of the well.
"How many years has it been? Who has remembered this old woman again?"
"Ancestor, it's me, I'm Qinghe from the Liang Clan!" Qinghe's face showed excitement as she rushed to the well and called out to the people below.
"Qinghe? I have no idea what Liang tribe is. Don't come here trying to claim kinship. I have no benefit for you." The voice from the well seemed distant and desolate, yet it also seemed to hide a hint of cunning.
“Our Liang clan split off from the Qingqiu clan. My father’s name is Qing Ning. After our ancestor failed to conquer the Heavenly Court, the Qingqiu clan was divided into thirteen branches, and our Liang clan is one of them,” Qing He hurriedly explained to the well.
"Qing Ning? Could it be the descendant of Qing Shan, Qing Fu... that little brat Qing Bu Hui?" Jing Xia asked in confusion.
"Qing Bu Hui?...Qing Bu Hui seems to be my great-grandfather's name." Qing He paused for a moment, then answered.
"Hehehe, I never thought that the little kid from back then would actually have descendants." Jingxia chuckled a few times, but showed no joy whatsoever at seeing his fellow descendants.
"What? Have you now pledged allegiance to the Heavenly Court? What are you planning to do by coming to see this nearly rotting old woman?" Jingxia continued to ask.
“Ancestor, I just don’t understand why you attacked the Heavenly Court back then. Do you know that our Qingqiu Clan was split into thirteen branches after that? Every branch had a very difficult time living in the Holy Realm. Yet my father still wanted to fulfill the ancestor’s wish back then.”
“He has been plotting against the Heavenly Court and is now wanted by the Heavenly Court. Now even the Liang Clan is going to be dismantled. If the clans continue to be dismantled like this, the various clans of the Holy Domain will be able to completely annihilate us without the Heavenly Court having to lift a finger,” Qinghe said bitterly.
"Why did we have to fight the Heavenly Court? I can't even remember how many times I've been asked that." After listening to Qinghe's words, Jingxia remained silent for a long time before answering softly.
"Back then, your great-grandfather Qing Buhui's mother, Qing Fu, also asked me, 'Little Fu is so beautiful. Back then, countless handsome young men in our Qingqiu clan coveted her. Hehe, she was quite remarkable. I wonder how much of her beauty you inherited.'"
"Back then, Xiao Fu fell in love with an immortal and didn't understand why I insisted on going against the Heavenly Court. She even argued with me heatedly back then. She was dumped by the immortal and hastily married a young man from her clan, giving birth to that little brat Qing Bu Hui. I don't know if he's a bastard."
"Let me tell you, her father, Qingshan, was probably angered to death by her. From the time Xiaofu gave birth to him until he accompanied me on the expedition to the Heavenly Court, Qingshan never even glanced at that little brat. This is what Qingshan told me himself, I'm not lying to you."
"Qingfu doesn't blame herself for being confused, but blames me, this old woman. Back then, I hadn't even attacked the Heavenly Court yet. I was just at odds with the Heavenly Court. How did I offend the immortals? Hmph, immortals are immortals, and demons are demons. Immortals can treat us demons as playthings, but they would never truly be our companions."
“Your great-grandmother is a fool. She was tricked and then came to reason with me? Why did you fight the Heavenly Court? My fists are the best form of reason. So what if the current Heavenly Emperor is powerful? If it weren’t for the Heavenly Court’s large number of immortals, he would have been crushed to dust by me long ago.”
"The second reason is that your great-grandmother Qingfu was such a beautiful girl. Why did she have to beg and plead to marry an immortal? Among the beings of the six realms, let's not even compare ourselves to the dead. Even humans seem to be more upright than us demons. Why is that?"
"In terms of the chances of achieving Mahayana cultivation, our demon race is not much worse than that of the immortal realm. Why should our demon race listen to the orders of the Heavenly Court? Why can't the Heavenly Court listen to the orders of my Holy Domain? At the very least, can't we each manage our own affairs?"
"Your Heavenly Court walks its broad, sunny road, and my Holy Domain walks its narrow, winding path. Neither of us should point fingers at the other. Our Holy Domain can be a world of its own, just like the Ocean Realm, okay?"
"There are only two reasons. It's normal that the Qingqiu tribe and the Liang tribe have disintegrated. After I was suppressed back then, I thought the Qingqiu tribe was wiped out. So what? The victor is king and the loser is villain. You have to accept the consequences of your bet."
Jingxia recounted a long string of old stories from his childhood, which served as an answer to Qinghe's question.
“Ancestor, back then you indulged in your passions and fought fiercely against the Heavenly Court, making a great name for yourselves. You certainly felt good, but did you ever think about the hundreds of millions of your clansmen? They don’t have your kind of powerful fists, nor do they care who listens to whom, the Holy Domain or the Heavenly Court.”
"They just wanted to cultivate a piece of land, raise some chickens and ducks, and live a peaceful life. When you stormed the Heavenly Court, did you ever ask for their opinion? Do you know that the mess you left behind, the hatred and debts you incurred, will require them to pay with their lives..."
When Qinghe heard Madam Zhemei recount the anecdotes of her ancestors, she was stunned. Before she could process the huge impact the story had on her, she continued to ask questions following her previous train of thought.
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