Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1559 - 94 True Martial Zhi_3
Chapter 1559 -94 True Martial Zhi_3
Compared to so-called fairness, he cared more about the future of the Little Cang World.
If the Little Cang World ceased to exist and everyone perished, then what use was fairness?
Moreover, he understood deeply.
As long as people existed, true fairness could never, and would never, appear.
Not to mention anything else, even if the immortals were eradicated.
Would True Martial Cultivators not oppress the weak?
Even if Wang Xu and his True Martial Cultivators managed to maintain order and refrained from infringing upon the rights of the weak.
That, too, would likely only be because Wang Xu was still present, and the stakes hadn’t grown large enough.
Once the tea cooled and those in power clung to their positions, would these True Martial Cultivators willingly step down?
Would they truly ignore the interests of their descendants and allow other, more capable youths to take over the benefits they had already secured?
Such is human nature!
And once the first generation of True Martial Cultivators established their foothold, they would inevitably form monopolies, and so-called fairness would naturally vanish.
Even if absolute fairness could be achieved now, the inherent disparities among individuals would persist.
Some are born with great talent; others, with little.
Some are naturally charismatic; others, inherently repugnant.
The various differences between individuals, catalyzed by time, will inevitably lead to distinctions of wealth and poverty, strength and weakness, high realms and low realms.
This trend does not shift with human will.
Not to mention, even True Martial Cultivators, no matter how advanced their cultivation might be, still cannot obtain sufficient lifespans.
Meanwhile, Cultivators can prolong their lifespans immensely by breaking through realms before their lifespan limits arrive—an irresistible temptation for nearly every living being.
As long as this temptation exists, Cultivators will never cease to exist, for there will always be those willing to sacrifice everything for a longer life.
The mortals and the Cultivators confined to the realm of the Little Cang World cannot grasp such truths due to their limited vision and insight. Or perhaps, even if they understand, they cannot change them. But he saw it all clearly.
He also knew that such actions, such ideologies, were essentially unrealizable.
At least, as far as the eye could see at present, it was entirely impossible.
Conflicts always persist.
At that same moment, the elder sensitively perceived the killing intent flashing across Wang Ba’s eyes.
Bitterness and desolation swept through his heart.
“As expected, even my teacher can’t understand me…”
He slowly raised his head and calmly looked at Wang Ba without speaking, not even emitting the slightest hint of Blood Energy for self-protection.
Yet everything was already unspoken and understood.
What he did not expect was that what greeted him was merely a light sigh from Wang Ba.
Wang Xu furrowed his brow slightly:
“Teacher, what do you mean by this?”
Wang Ba did not respond but instead shook his head. His voice then returned to its indifferent tone as he gestured to Chijian nearby:
“I’ll take them with me. The rest, I won’t intervene. But no matter what happens to you in the future, do not forget the promise you once made to me! Otherwise…”
A hint of coldness passed through Wang Ba’s eyes.
“The promise—once made…”
Suspicion flickered briefly in Wang Xu’s eyes, but soon he recalled the vow he had made on the North Sea when his teacher had saved him.
He immediately lowered his voice:
“I will never forget!”
“Wherever the Wanxiang Sect resides, Wang Xu shall retreat by ten thousand miles!”
“If even one Wanxiang Sect disciple is harmed, I will pay for it with my life!”
Wang Ba regarded Wang Xu deeply, his tone steady:
“I hope you remember your words.”
With that, he swept his sleeves.
Chijian and Lu Yu landed before him.
Chijian promptly said:
“Deputy Sect Master, those young descendants of my Ye Family…”
Noticing the change in title, Wang Ba nodded slightly, swept his Spiritual Sense over, and quickly identified the Ye Family’s bloodline. With a thought, these individuals flew out one after another, landing beside Chijian.
Chijian surveyed them and immediately nodded with joy:
“They’re all here…”
From afar, Wang Xu watched this scene and suddenly called out to Wang Ba:
“Teacher, do you remember the teachings you once shared with me on the Northsea Continent?”
Wang Ba paused briefly before shaking his head and countering with a question:
“Can you still go back?”
Wang Xu couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this question. Yet, as his laughter continued, it eventually stopped. Setting his expression, he solemnly said in a low voice:
“Once I have accomplished my mission, I too wish to return to my teacher’s side and fulfill my filial duties.”
Wang Ba remained silent for a while, then sighed softly once more:
“Then do so when you are truly able to let go.”
With that, a glimmer of crimson flashed through his eyes.
In the next moment, the Martial Saint’s eyes, Chijian’s eyes, Lu Yu’s eyes, the eyes of all Cultivators within Banqiao City, and the eyes of all True Martial Cultivators outside the city…
Apart from the elder, a crimson hue flickered simultaneously through everyone’s gazes!
One by one, their expressions turned dull and vacant, as though they’d lost their souls.
For the first time, a trace of shock surfaced on Wang Xu’s face.
“Teacher, this…”
Wang Ba cast one last glance at the elder. He did not speak again.
With a wave of his sleeves, Chijian and the others, along with select Cultivators within the city, were swiftly gathered up and then floated away.
Only the elder remained motionless, dazedly staring into the void.
