Zhao Layue had been preparing to cultivate since she was a child. She lived in seclusion until she went to Aoyama. The only people she came into contact with were her family and servants. She had never thought about these problems.
"This is the first time I've said these things to anyone. It's boring and meaningless, so it will be the last time."
Jing Jiu looked at her and said calmly, "Monsters eat people, and so do Cultivation practitioners. Some of them really eat people, and some of them pretend to eat people, but they all eat."
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, then said, "Like those pearl fishermen you mentioned in Haizhou? But there are differences between the two. "
Jing Jiu said, "In the final analysis, Cultivation sects need the support of mortals, but what have Cultivation practitioners done for mortals?"
Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows and said, "We've all walked the Heavenly Bridge in Nanhezhou."
Jing Jiu said, "That's right. Cultivation practitioners can build bridges and open mountains for mortals, and slay monsters and devils. But compared to their ability, what they've done is still too little. It's because Cultivation is about cultivating oneself. Take our Aoyama Sect for example. If it weren't for the fact that we don't have the opportunity to break through the state, those second-generation disciples wouldn't even be willing to be the outer sect masters, let alone travel the world and get rid of misfortunes and troubles. "
"You mean, the attitude of cultivators towards mortals is like raising sheep?"
Zhao Layue stared into his eyes and said, "Building bridges is just to help them make the sheep pens stronger, and slaying monsters is just to prevent wolves from eating too many of their own sheep?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's a good metaphor, but not accurate enough. Cultivation practitioners also come from the mortals, and the relationship between them is countless times more complicated than that between herdsmen and sheep."
Zhao Layue asked, "What kind of problems will this bring?"
"Sheep won't envy herdsmen, because no sheep will become herdsmen."
Jing Jiu said, "But mortals will envy Cultivation practitioners, because their former companions have become Cultivation practitioners."
Zhao Layue understood what he meant and asked, "How do we solve this problem?"
Jing Jiu said, "The swordsmen have everything. As such, Chaotian has always been governed by the Cultivation practitioners, and the current situation is the same. The royal family of the Jing family is merely the administrator elected by all the major Cultivation sects based on the balance of power and many other considerations. Of course, the royal family of the Jing family will make use of this balance to strengthen themselves and plan for the future."
Zhao Layue seemed to have understood something, saying, "So it started from the Plum Meeting."
"That's right. Back then, it was the Plum Meeting that determined the situation of Chaotian for the next few hundred years. However, some Cultivation practitioners had a different idea after the meeting."
Jing Jiu said, "They think that this kind of situation is too stable and inefficient, and that the human race improves too slowly to truly eliminate the threat of the Snowy Kingdom."
"What are they going to do then?" Zhao Layue asked curiously.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "They think that the human race shouldn't live too comfortably, at least not before the Snowy Kingdom is eliminated. They also think that the mortals shouldn't be given too much consideration, and that the Cultivation practitioners should tear off their hypocritical masks and directly enslave the mortals. At the same time, they should select the mortals with the potential for Cultivation and use all kinds of methods to stimulate their growth and strengthen the human race."
A surprised expression showed in Zhao Layue's black eyes, as she asked, "Is it like raising sheep?"
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
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Xihuai Mountain was located to the west of Zhaoge City.
One thousand seven hundred miles.
This place happened to be outside the range of the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream Mountain.
The fog was everywhere on the cliff. As the morning sun rose, the fog rose up, and the scenery in front of the cliff became clearer.
A young man sat by the cliff's edge, holding a bamboo stick in his hand.
The line hanging from the tip of the stick dropped down to the bottom of the cliff and into a waterfall.
The water was rumbling, and the waterfall was moving fast, but the thin line was steady and motionless.
That day he was fishing for birds in the clouds; what was he fishing for in the waterfall today?
Some very thin black shadows could be vaguely seen swimming in the waterfall at a very fast speed. They could swim freely in the seemingly vertical curtain of water; it was unknown what kind of strange fish they were.
Those black shadows were staring at the front of the thin line. They knew that it was dangerous, but they refused to leave; it seemed that they were also a very greedy species.
The thin and short old man squatted beside the young man, rubbing his red nose from time to time; he really looked like a dog.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at a cliff more than ten miles away.
The old man followed his gaze. With his eyesight, he could naturally see a lame lad climbing up the mountain with difficulty while carrying a backpack on his back.
"He's different from Liu Shisui. The fire in Liu Shisui's heart is fake, but he really hates. Those lousy Cultivation Methods of the Three Purities Sect are not worth learning."
The young man glanced at the old man and said, "How about we let him become the Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect?"
The old man said, "Interesting. Anyway, my disciples and grand-disciples have never been filial to me, and they have never thought of helping me, the Great Ancestor, to solve my troubles. They all deserve to die."
The young man inserted the bamboo stick into a crack in the cliff, stood up and looked into the distance.
The moment his hand left the bamboo stick, those thin shadows in the waterfall rushed toward the end of the line like countless black lightning bolts.
Countless splashes were stirred up, mixed with ear-piercing screams.
The young man paid no attention to them. Looking at the other side, he suddenly said, "Do you think we should let him jump off the cliff and find a cave, or fall into the lake and find a treasure chest?"
The old man said with a smile, "I think either way is fine."
The young man suddenly asked, "Do you really want to kill me?"
The old man's expression remained the same, and he didn't say anything.
The young man turned around and looked at him, still wearing an amiable smile on his handsome face.
The old man was silent for a while, then said, "I don't want to hide it from you, because it's meaningless, and I can't hide it anyway. Yes, I do want to kill you today."
The young man asked, "Why?"
"My disciples and grand-disciples haven't been filial to me because they don't know where I'm hiding. They can't help me solve this big problem because they can't defeat your Aoyama. But that doesn't mean they don't love and respect me. Every year, when we worship our ancestors, my portrait will be placed in the third place. "
The old man said with a sneer, "My sect has been suppressed by you righteous sects for thousands of years, living like dogs. Finally, there is some hope in recent years. As the Great Ancestor, of course I want to do something for the sect. But now you want me to teach the technique to this cripple that I don't know. Do you think I have any reason not to be angry?"
"Yes, I heard that the young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect is quite good. I think you want to teach him the technique."
The young man said with a smile, "But I think it's very interesting, so it's decided."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said nothing more.
Of course, he wanted to kill this young man and gain true freedom.
But he didn't do it because he had his reasons.
The young man sighed and reached out to touch the old man's head. His eyes were full of pity.
Pity was not sympathy; it was more condescending.
The old man was a famous Great Devil in the history of Cultivation, one of the famous Hidden Swordsmen: the Third Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Who was qualified to pity him?
Or …
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