Moreover, although Chan Zi has an eye disease, he can identify positions by sound, blocking his staff strikes, catching his sword moves, and sticking to his movent technique, not at all like a disabled person. At one point, he was also interested in testing his current skills, and the two exchanged a dozen blows without stopping.
Chen Xuantian yawned out of boredom,
"Hey, let’s speed up the plot, please..."
Fine, let’s speed up the plot.
In short, the two fought and talked, pulling and blocking for quite a while before Chan Zi, with his clumsy words, managed to bring them up to date. The old farr finally controlled his emotions and put away his stick,
"Mo Fu, please may I ask the Mountain Man’s honorable surna and first na?"
Then, Chen Xuantian straightened his attire, rode the clouds, and floated down to see the family elder,
"Jingshan Wildman, I have not yet visited the Cloud Platform or entered the Mystic Sect. The Master can just call Xiao Chen."
Mo Fu’s eyes lit up,
"You know us Mohists."
Chen Xuantian smiled,
"I wouldn’t say I know you. I’ve just glanced at your sect’s Book Collection when I had nothing to do."
Mo Fu snorted,
"Good! Since you have read them, you must know that for us Mixed Cultivators to climb up to the Mystic Sect is impossible! Please proceed as you wish!"
"Master!"
"Shut up!"
Chen Xuantian was not surprised, smiling,
"The Master is afraid I will seize his body, but there’s no need to worry about that..."
Mo Fu said angrily,
"Stop your nonsense! I don’t believe you! The Mystic Sect never shares its teachings with outsiders. He is not a Mountain Gate disciple, so how can he gain the True Inheritor’s teachings from your Daoist Collection!
You have saved lives and fed the Great Treasure with heavenly talent! Isn’t it all a conspiracy to sche and gain his body? We don’t need your fake kindness! His debt, I will repay it for him!"
Chen Xuantian chuckled,
"Hehe, so the Master has misunderstood. Since I have not yet entered the Mountain Gate, teaching him a bit of skill doesn’t violate Cloud Platform’s rules.
Besides, I’m not scheming to seize his body. I’m doing a straightforward and honest trade. We’ve already agreed that when he dies, this body belongs to . You can ask him if that’s the case."
"What!"
Chan Zi squatted silently because his master told him to shut up.
"If you want to harm him, you have to kill first."
Mo Fu was montarily filled with murderous intent, and sword energy rose from the bamboo pole.
Chen Xuantian chuckled,
"Master, you are wrong to act like this. I know you don’t teach him Qi Refining Technique because you are worried that his young age and high natural talent might make him too conspicuous, becoming a Mountain Man’s vessel. But by protecting him like this, you are actually holding him back.
A person’s fate should be in their own hands, especially when he is destined to achieve great things. He will eventually have to face the storms in Jianghu. I only taught him a couple of techniques to survive tribulations, just so he doesn’t die too quickly."
Mo Fu looked at the silent Chan Zi, guessing his thoughts, realizing that the kid had indeed grown up, and the fledgling eagle would eventually face the wind and rain. His expression was montarily forlorn, but he quickly regained his composure,
"All right! But concerning cultivation, it won’t trouble you! We Mohists have our own inheritance!"
Chen Xuantian knew this temper all too well; if you don’t argue to the end, he won’t look at you properly, so he continued chuckling,
"Mohist? Hehe."
"What are you just hehe-ing about!"
Mo Fu, with his irritable temper, was almost driven to explode by this chubby guy’s provocative words.
Chen Xuantian extended his middle finger to scratch his nose,
"Oh, nothing. I just glanced at your sect’s Daoist teachings and found it full of nonsense.
All the talk about universal love and non-aggression, frugal funerals and frugal use, it’s all self-serving nonsense, out of touch with reality.
It rely fools those who haven’t entered society, haven’t seen human nature, and have never earned money, those little brats."
Mo Fu’s face turned as dark as water, and he clasped his fists, speaking coldly,
"Please, discuss the Dao."
"Fine."
Chen Xuantian bowed, asking seriously,
"What is Dao?"
Mo Fu replied loudly,
"Benefiting the world and eliminating harm, that is Dao."
Chen Xuantian asked again,
"What is the world?"
Mo Fu replied,
"The people are the world."
Chen Xuantian asked again,
"What is a person?"
Mo Fu replied,
"Loving each other, benefiting each other, upholding justice, that is a person."
Chen Xuantian asked,
"What is Heavenly Destiny?"
Mo Fu snorted coldly,
"Heavenly Destiny is the doing of tyrants, the root of chaos."
Chen Xuantian laughed,
"What is a tyrant?"
Mo Fu shouted,
"One who wreaks havoc on the people, slaughters the world, acts against nature, that is a tyrant! Turmoil should be stopped! Tyrants must be executed!"
Chen Xuantian shook his head.
"I do not agree."
Mo Fu stared coldly at him, clasped his fists again, and asked seriously,
"What is Dao?"
Chen Xuantian smiled politely,
"The victor becos king, the loser becos outlawed. The strong are revered. Natural selection, survival of the fittest."
Mo Fu showed no expression, speaking coldly,
"This is not the Righteous Path!"
Chen Xuantian laughed heartily,
"Who says Heavenly Dao must be the Righteous Path! Heavenly Dao is just man’s Dao!
You always think there’s so villain behind Cangtian, scheming everything, so tyrant slaughtering the people!
As if just killing this culprit would make everything better! Damn it, don’t be so naive, okay!
On the ti scale of human evolution, peace is just a brief mont! Famine, plague, war, massacre, the chaotic world spanning the ages is the real human world!
Blood-soaked, sa-species slaughter is the source of human evolution’s motivation! Non-my-kind must be exterminated!
Without a natural enemy, we beco our own worst enemy! Even when well-fed and clothed, we cannot resist seizing others’ wealth!
Upholding what we believe is justice, we can unhesitatingly take others’ lives!
Strong people can slaughter the weak with impunity, and the weak can also draw blades against those weaker to save themselves!
This is what’s called a human! This is what’s called Dao! This is what’s called destiny! Do you expect so divine justice to shelter such inherently beastly beings?
If the heavens had eyes, they’d be too impatient to see such a world destroyed! Still clamoring that Cangtian loves people! Universal love and non-aggression! Don’t make people laugh their heads off!
Tell , how old are you! You’ve traveled the world! Wasted a lifeti! Other than your foolish disciple, is there anyone else in the world who believes in your ideals?
And you say I am going to harm him? I haven’t outright misaid him! It’s just that he believed in your way and got hard!
In this kind of world, aren’t you endangering his life by teaching the child to be a courageous and kind fool?
Remove harm from the world? If you can’t do it yourself, don’t push it onto a child!"
Chan Zi was furious, "Fatty!"
Chen Xuantian imdiately apologized without a second thought,
"Mohism’s Dao is vast and profound. I am speechless and was montarily overwheld, speaking without restraint, causing offense, please forgive ."
Mo Fu remained silent for a while,
"No, you’re right, this world is beyond redemption...
But... does being born weak an one should die...
Being born human... should I just watch them die...
As a master, shouldn’t you lead your disciples on the Righteous Path...
Was I wrong..."
Chen Xuantian could not be bothered to argue with the old man,
"I am not knowledgeable enough to guide the elder. From a computational standpoint, in tis of great chaos, about 36.78% deaths stabilize the system, so I calculated it’s about ti for the end.
However, I foresee that a group in the mountains has committed killing tribulations and will exit to confront difficulties. With my current skills, I am not fit for the big stage yet, so I’ve invited a few people to level up together, aiming to maximize gains and join the winning faction sooner.
Although I neither agree nor disagree with your sect’s propositions, the elder indeed is a strong person. Moreover, there is an opportunity to topple a tyrant and rescue the people, allowing you to fulfill your Mohist way of justice. Therefore, I have been waiting until now, just to invite the Master to join hands, uphold the world, and ensure justice."
Mo Fu looked at his disciple nearby, the children around him, and at Yang Yunzhao, who was sitting in the grass with a backpack, having just swum over without knowing what was happening. Finally, he shook his head, supporting himself with a stick as he walked back into the duck nest.
"No need to wait; I’m just a bookkeeper, the Master has long since died..."
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