Chapter 218: Chapter 193: Different Paths; Understanding and New Attempts in Cultivation (5.2K large chapter, seeking monthly ticket subscription.)
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Born into poverty, Zhao Baiyang relentlessly climbed the ranks to become a prominent martial artist whose reputation shook the world.
His destiny had already undergone a drastic change. For him, he could easily dismiss his old ways and comfortably lead the Mire Sect, becoming one of the group.
Unfortunately, there’s an unrest brewing within Zhao Baiyang’s heart.
Simply put, he just couldn’t let go. Even with the status he achieved today, he struggle to move past it.
As for Zhao Baiyang, he could never forget the humiliation he was subjected to by those people…
Initially, Zhao Baiyang was a poor boy who by accident or perhaps a bit of luck grew to become a promising young talent in the martial world, a rising star.
Just when he thought his life was taking a turn for the better, he was given a brutal wake-up call which made him realise that even at the peak of his success, the higher-ups still saw him as nothing more than trash, no better than swine, loathed as the lowest of the low.
Since then, for Zhao Baiyang, he only had two goals left in life:
One, to reach the peak of cultivation; the other, to pull down those high and mighty people, making them taste the pain and bitterness of being tread upon just like him.
He wished that those who were originally just like him would no longer be despised. Instead, they could proudly stand and no longer be seen as dirt cheap, despised like swine, their lives as worthless as the grass.
“However, you must be more clear about the significance of this than I am!” Pei Xuanjing said solemnly and earnestly.
On Zhao Baiyang’s face emerged a determined expression: “I know it won’t be easy, but I will still persist.”
At this moment, Zhao Baiyang set his determined gaze, insinuating that nothing, not even Gods or Buddhas, could sway his determination.
Pei Xuanjing shook his head: “What I’m asking is not that, brother.”
He knew this path was tough but wasn’t questioning Zhao Baiyang’s resolute beliefs.
Martial artists at their level are firmly resilient in mind and spirit—the sort that cannot be easily toppled.
So, that wasn’t the question Pei Xuanjing was asking.
He was questioning whether Zhao Baiyang was clear about the cost of this undertaking.
He could comprehend his motives. He understood that some things are invariably taken up by someone.
Just like when he had chosen to kill Ning King and attempted to quell the rebellion.
For Zhao Baiyang, it was indeed a monumental task, but for the common folk of the world, it was an inescapable catastrophe.
The heroic figure that pulls the sword out one day sparks a decade’s disaster for the world.
This awe-inspiring, epic, mighty endeavor is laden with countless destroyed homes, families torn apart, scattered and floating lives.
Even for Pei Xuanjing who had now reached this stage in his cultivation, possessing immense power, standing at the pinnacle of martial strength in the world—
Such undertakings were, to him, still slightly touching, still slightly difficult to bear.
Because on reaching that step, every decision, every action, means countless people would have to pay with their lives.
As of now, Pei Xuanjing himself did not dare bear the burden, for he could perceive the weight behind it.
That’s why he asked Zhao Baiyang.
“In order for success to happen, sacrifices must be made, and this is inevitable, ” Zhao Baiyang said coldly.
He was fully aware of what costs would be involved, of how many lives would be affected.
But in his eyes, all of it was worth it. These were the prices to be paid for success, considering a few sacrifices for the sake of success meant nothing.
Hearing Zhao Baiyang’s response, Pei Xuanjing remained silent.
At this moment, he finally understood where he and Zhao Baiyang differed.
Even if Zhao Baiyang’s goals were ambitious and won the admiration of many people—
Even Pei Xuanjing himself had to admire Zhao Baiyang’s foresight and thinking not long ago— However, when Pei Xuanjing got this answer, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
With a mysterious smile, Pei Xuanjing asked: “Brother Zhao, I just want to ask one question, by what right?”
“Hmm?” Zhao Baiyang wrinkled his brows, not understanding Pei Xuanjing’s meaning for a moment. Pei Xuanjing asked again: “I want to ask, by what right do you have to let those people sacrifice?”
Zhao Baiyang’s face slightly changed, Pei Xuanjing didn’t care, his tone gradually getting colder: “Brother Zhao, have you ever asked those people if they are willing to sacrifice for your goals?”
Peace unto the nameless dogs, chaos onto the humans.
For the ordinary people of this world, they bear no lofty ambitions or ideals.
All they seek is the absolute basics: three meals a day, enough warmth and comfort to get through each day.
As long as they can continue living peacefully each day, they don’t mind enduring more hardships and tiredness.
Naturally, Zhao Baiyang, with his resolute mindset, wouldn’t easily be stunned by Pei Xuanjing’s question.
He claimed aloud: “I am doing this for their good, so they can live with their heads held high. So they won’t be bullied, so they can…”
His spirited statement was rudely interrupted by Pei Xuanjing, who coldly said: “They don’t care about how others see them, they just want to live, they just want to live peacefully. They don’t care if they get bullied, as long as they can survive.”
To live, to live peacefully, to accept a little bullying is no big deal..