He Yulu raised his head and stared at Ye Futian coldly.
His daughter was already dead but Ye Futian still dared to insult her.
"Don't look at me like that." Ye Futian looked at him coldly. "I know you want to kill me. In reality, if I wasn't a Cottage disciple, I would've died long ago. I wouldn't even have the chance to stand before you."
"More than a year ago, your daughter Xirou brought Luo Junlin and people from the Royal Xuan Temple to the Cangye Kingdom. They threatened the Cangye Kingdom and forced them to hand over my family. At that time, I didn't even know your daughter." Ye Futian stared at He Yulu and said coldly, "If I hadn't become famous in the Ancient Barren World and if the strong cultivators from the Liu Kingdom hadn't gone with me, what would have happened? My family would've died in your daughter's hands. I would've died silently too. In your daughter's eyes, I'm just an ant. "
"Where were you then, as a father?"
Ye Futian's voice was cold. Pitiful?
Not at all.
Was death worthy of sympathy?
When had Xirou ever cared about other people's lives?
Looking at He Yulu's cold eyes, Ye Futian continued, "Perhaps, even if you knew, you wouldn't care about such a small matter. In the eyes of an important person like you, why would you care about the lives of the weak in the Hundred Lands? How can their lives be compared to your daughter's life? At that time, would you have thought of using your power to bully others?"
"No, in the eyes of a big shot like you, it's natural to bully others. If the Royal Xuan Temple could fight against the Cottage, you wouldn't even apologize. Only now, when you are powerless, do you think that the Cottage is bullying you. Isn't that funny?"
He Yulu's face darkened. He couldn't refute.
The surrounding people were also very quiet as they listened to Ye Futian's questions.
It was very simple and very realistic. This was the world of cultivators.
If Ye Futian wasn't a Cottage disciple, he indeed wouldn't be alive today.
The fifth lord of the Royal Xuan Temple wouldn't even know such a person existed.
"Also, have you ever felt guilty about Hu Tong's death? I heard that his family went missing. You know what you did," Ye Futian said coldly. Ye Futian laughed coldly and said, "You don't treat other people's lives as your own. What is there to pity or sympathize with about your daughter's death? You reap what you sow."
Even without this assassination, he would have killed Xirou in the future. There was no other reason, just because of what happened in the Cangye Kingdom.
This was unforgivable.
"Little Brother, why are you telling him all this? They won't think of their own evil," Zhuge Hui said. Her teacher had said that reason was the most important thing in the world.
Since Xirou was the one who did this, then Xirou would take responsibility for it. They would not involve their family. It was not that they could not deal with the Royal Xuan Temple. It was just that the assassination this time was enough for them to carry out a purge, but they did not do so.
Their teacher had once warned them that if they carried a sharp weapon, their killing intent would be born naturally.
In the world of cultivators, the more powerful one's cultivation was, if one's heart wasn't righteous, the greater the harm they would cause. If one didn't have any principles and acted as they pleased, holding sharp weapons in their hands and treating human lives like grass, then that was a great evil.
Sage should not only refer to the realm.
Zhuge Huiming knew that He Yulu, the fifth lord of the Royal Xuan Temple, would hate the Cottage and might even deal with them in the future. However, they still believed in their principles.
She knew that she couldn't reach her teacher's realm.
However, the Cottage did things with a clear conscience.
"Senior Sister, the Cottage will not be tarnished by others," Ye Futian said, glancing at Zhuge Hui.
Ye Futian glanced at Zhuge Hui. The Cottage naturally did not need to explain to others. However, he would not allow the Cottage to be covered in dirt.
Now, he saw the Cottage as his home.
Zhuge Hui looked at Ye Futian's clear eyes and smiled brightly. Although he was naughty and good at making girls happy, his heart was pure. Her teacher would definitely like him if he saw him.
She did not say anything else. Ye Futian saw it clearly. Then, she would let him handle it. She would stand behind him and the Cottage would also stand behind him.
Every disciple of the Cottage could represent the Cottage.
Ye Futian continued to look at the people from the Royal Xuan Temple and said, "No one in the world is stupid. Xirou deserves to die, but it's also sad because she fell in love with someone who is not worthy of her trust. All the evil she did was for him. Even now, he is still standing behind and watching. Luo Junlin, don't you feel ashamed?"
As soon as he finished speaking, many people looked at Luo Junlin, including the people from the Royal Xuan Temple and He Yulu.
Luo Junlin's eyes hardened and he stared at Ye Futian coldly.
"Of course I feel ashamed because I can't take revenge for Xirou," Luo Junlin said coldly.
Ye Futian smiled mockingly. "You still need to pretend?"
"If you really like Xirou, if you are a man, why did you tell her about your hatred and what happened in the Hundred Lands? Why did you use Xirou to borrow the power of the Royal Xuan Temple to deal with me and the Cangye Kingdom?" Ye Futian sneered. "If you didn't think about the consequences in the past, then after I entered the Cottage, with your relationship with Xirou, did you not know about Hu Tong and the assassination? Did you not know what the consequences would be?
"Even if you really did not participate and it was Xirou's idea, did you do anything? Did you stop her? You stood in the back and watched everything silently. You let her kill me, let her take the blame and suffer the anger. Even now, you are still standing in the back. Do you think the people from the Royal Xuan Temple are idiots, or do you think I am an idiot? "
Ye Futian stared coldly at Luo Junlin. Xirou's death was over. Why did all this start?
It was because of Luo Junlin who supported Xirou.
Luo Junlin's eyes were extremely cold. Ye Futian's words pierced through his heart. Ye Futian wanted his life.
At this moment, Luo Junlin turned around and looked at him. His eyes were filled with coldness.
"Master, I tried to persuade Xirou," Luo Junlin said painfully, clenching his fists.
"Really?"
Ye Futian sneered. "Then why did Xirou stand up to take the blame and not you? Everything she did was for you. Don't you know that it's most appropriate for you to admit to your crimes? If you admit to your crimes and commit suicide, will my anger and the Cottage's anger be extinguished? Will Xirou not die? "
"Shut up." Luo Junlin's expression turned ferocious. "You forced Xirou to die and you're pushing the blame onto me."
"You're angry?"
Ye Futian laughed mockingly. "Everyone can judge right and wrong. Luo Junlin, I've always thought that the grudges between us and the Nandou Nation should be solved by us. However, you've challenged my bottom line time and time again. Since that's the case, I won't play with you anymore."
Using the Royal Xuan Temple and Xirou to kill him, Luo Junlin used all sorts of methods. The assassination had threatened his life.
Since that was the case, it was time to end it.
"Since you love Xirou deeply, you must want to take revenge for her. Now, I'll give you a chance," Ye Futian said. "The Cottage and the Royal Xuan Temple will not interfere in our battle. Only one of us will live."
With that, he didn't look at Luo Junlin anymore. Instead, he looked at He Yulu. "Your disciple's chance to take revenge for your daughter is here. I'm sure the Royal Xuan Temple will not reject it."
When Ye Futian said this, he knew that He Yulu couldn't reject it. Even if the Cottage didn't force him, He Yulu would definitely make him accept it.
As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, He Yulu looked at Luo Junlin. Arcana Plane against Dharma Plane.
Moreover, Luo Junlin had entered the Arcana Plane a year ago while Ye Futian was only in the Seventh-level Dharma Plane. The chance for revenge was right in front of him. How could he let it go?
Luo Junlin stared at Ye Futian. A battle to the death?
How arrogant.
Although Ye Futian was strong and Luo Junlin saw his performance on the battle platform of the Dongqin College with his own eyes, how could Ye Futian look down on him so much?
"Here and now?" He Yulu asked.
"One month later, in the Hundred Lands, the Nandou Nation." Ye Futian looked at Luo Junlin. "Back then, you wanted me to be your servant. Your father's edict put me in a desperate situation. Now, let's settle it together. If you lose this battle, you won't be the only one dying."
Hearing Ye Futian's words, Luo Junlin's expression turned cold.
Of course, he understood what Ye Futian meant.
The location was the Nandou Nation.
If he won, Ye Futian would die. The grudge would be resolved.
If he lost, not only would he die, but the Nandou Nation would also be destroyed.
This time, Ye Futian wanted to take advantage of the situation to destroy the Nandou Nation.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
