Free Web NovelChapter 1233: Chapter 949: Gambling God Mist Dragon
"According to you, it’d be best if everyone just minded their own business and stayed selfish." Jiang Yuan laughed. "So if you run into an Evil Cultivator and get screwed over, you can only blame your own bad luck, huh?"
Mist Dragon sighed and said, "In this day and age, being able to manage yourself is already quite something. What’s even more frightening is that people now are harsh on others and lenient with themselves.
Look at Xuanyuan Yangguang—he took up the Slaughter Dao to wash away the Human Race’s humiliation. And how did that end?
Could he really slaughter all those Demon Beasts and Demon Cultivators? Heh, in the end he just threw his own life in as well. The Wilderness is vast—how many of the Human Race sighed or mourned for him? So don’t be foolish. A smart man learns to go along with the prevailing tide.
Right now the great trend of the world is that the selfish profit. Don’t like it? There’s nothing you can do, unless you have the power to set the world back on the right track. Otherwise, it’s better to keep yourself clean and whole."
Before Jiang Yuan could press further, he added, "Do you know why I founded this Qihan Mountain?
At first, I just wanted to provide a safe shelter for those pitiful Little Demon Cultivators with nowhere to go, so they wouldn’t be slaughtered by the Great Demon Beasts roaming outside.
But after only a few peaceful days, the ones pouring in turned out to be gambling addicts on the run, fugitives, Evil Cultivators, all sorts of swindlers and kidnappers.
Of course I didn’t want to shelter Evil Cultivators, but after killing batch after batch, all it did was stir up trouble for myself and heap on more slaughter, without a shred of benefit.
After all, the words "Evil Cultivator" aren’t written on their faces. They’re good at disguise and sowing discord, so I ended up becoming some vicious demon in the eyes of the Righteous Cultivators.
No one listened to my explanations, no one cared to seek out the truth. In the end I could only give up resisting, hide away in Qihan Mountain and spend my days in leisure. This damned world—whoever wants to save it can go ahead.
It’s just that I saw you, a mere member of the Human Race, already at a disadvantage in the Wilderness yet with quite a few tricks up your sleeve, even knowing exactly who I am. That made me curious enough to show myself and offer a word of advice—whether you listen or not is up to you."
Jiang Yuan put aside the other matters for now and asked, "Lord Mist Dragon, you actually know Xuanyuan Yangguang. Do you know how he’s doing lately?"
The shadow shifted into a more comfortable position and chuckled, "All I know is that he’s still alive, not dead. A peerless genius of that level would never just die in silence.
Speaking of which, in today’s Wilderness, only Xuanyuan Yangguang is really qualified to talk about revenge. After all, he is someone who truly survived from that chaotic era up to now.
As for those so-called Ancient Ten Great Sects, it’s all stories passed down generation after generation, along with inherited grudges. How could they possibly feel the same?
Let me give you an example: your ancestors lived in a small village. The neighboring village came to slaughter them; your ancestors shed blood and sacrificed their heads, all while bearing the scorn and humiliation of their own kin.
Countless tens of thousands of years later, those ancestral bloodlines have long since died out. You are just a disciple taken in by some master, maybe even an outsider from another village, with no real ties to this place.
So when war breaks out again, are you truly willing, for some illusory reputation, to ignore your family and friends, disregard your future, and fight to the death?
Child, you don’t even know your forebears’ names. Even if the world were won, none of it would be yours. What’s more, these so-called enemies today are just new Alien Races added generation after generation; they’re not the original culprits of the massacre back then, nor even their descendants.
On the grand scale, the war between the two races can still be dressed up as some majestic narrative. But when it lands on each individual, for what exactly are you bearing all this slaughter, cutting off your own future? Do you know why Xuanyuan Yangguang disappeared from sight?"
Those two questions in a row made Jiang Yuan pause. He thought to himself that this fellow must have mistaken him for a Sect Disciple of the Ancient Ten Great Sects.
It was no wonder. The Cultivators of the Human World have risen too slowly; in the Wilderness they aren’t even worth mentioning in the eyes of the Great Demon Cultivators.
And because of certain special reasons behind the war between the two races, none of the Human Race Cultivators from the Otherworld are willing to get involved. So now, the only ones roaming the Wilderness with such a variety of methods, besides himself as an outsider, would be the Sect Disciples of the Ancient Ten Great Sects.
"I do not know the reason. I ask Lord Mist Dragon to enlighten me."
"Xuanyuan Yangguang was filled with rage, willing to fall into the Slaughter Dao. Every day when he opened his eyes, he was either killing or on the road to killing, bent on driving the Demon Race out of the Wilderness World."
Mist Dragon had finally found someone interested in a proper conversation, so he spoke in a gossiping tone specialized for such matters: "The reason I just mentioned as well—those Sect Disciples of the Ancient Ten Great Sects aren’t stupid. Aside from a very few, who doesn’t cherish their own life? Who doesn’t think about the consequences of senseless killing?
So no one of his own race would join forces with him, willing to fall into the Slaughter Dao together. Xuanyuan Yangguang was a lone palm striking the air!
Later, seeing that he couldn’t possibly kill all the Demon Beasts and Demon Cultivators, he realized he needed to unite more like-minded people if he wanted to accomplish anything great.
Since the Sect Disciples of the Ancient Ten Great Sects weren’t of the Human Race bloodline from back then and weren’t willing to abandon everything and fight to the death, Xuanyuan Yangguang went traveling through the Otherworlds, searching for the Human Race descendants who had been sent away back then. Guess what he found?"
Jiang Yuan didn’t even have time to speak before the other continued, answering his own question: "As the ages changed, quite a lot of those Human Race descendants did become Cultivators, but all of them believed that wherever they were born, that was their homeland.
As for their ancestors’ migration, to them it was nothing more than a distant, unreachable story.
By now, whether mortals or Human Race Cultivators, they’ve all put down roots in the Otherworlds, breeding and living there for generations, with lives of their own. To give up everything, stake their lives, and go fight for ancestors whose names they don’t even know—very likely never to return alive. Who would be willing?
Don’t forget, those mortals whose lives were preserved and who were sent away back then already held grudges against the Cultivators’ stubborn resistance.
Their inherited blood and legends all endorse sayings like ’those who know the times are the outstanding ones’ and ’weakness itself is the original sin.’
Those people think that if you know from the start that defeat is inevitable, then you should first protect the weak, send more gold and silver, escort them safely to the Otherworld and settle them there. As for whether the remaining Human Race Cultivators choose to continue fighting or to surrender and retreat, that’s something for the strong to concern themselves with; it has nothing to do with mortals.
