Chapter 1091: Chapter 319: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (2)
Yuchi: "Alright alright alright, shut up, that’s strong enough, that’s strong enough already!"
Damn it, this scary? Aren’t you, Feng Zhaoyang, just a Spirit Storage Stage Cultivator? How come your wife, your elders, and your whole damn family all look this savage?
The whole family’s Nascent Soul Cultivators? Bro, don’t scare me. At this point I don’t even remember how to write the words "Nascent Soul" anymore, never mind that above that there’s Divinity Transformation? And after Divinity Transformation there’s still Enlightenment? For fuck’s sake, I don’t even know how to write the words "Enlightenment"!
Yuchi couldn’t help asking: "Dare I ask, Daoist friend, how strong are you?"
Feng Zhaoyang thumped his chest: "Me? I’m sixth level Spirit Storage Stage!"
"..."
Fuck me, when this Feng Zhaoyang says "tenth level Spirit Storage Stage," he actually looks pretty damn confident, huh! Yuchi probed again: "Bro, let’s be honest here, did you marry into their sect? If you did, then the way things turned out for you is actually perfectly normal."
Feng Zhaoyang: "...What do you mean by that..."
Yuchi coughed lightly, voice very small, and cautiously said, "I mean it’s quite simple, why are they so much stronger than you?"
"You’re only tenth level Spirit Storage Stage, and everyone else is Nascent Soul. That gap isn’t just a tiny bit, right? So be straight with me: back at the start, were you just a simp, licking boots, and that’s how you licked your way into marrying your current wife, then later your wife saw your cultivation was crap and got together with some other elder?"
"If it really is like that, then there’s nothing I can help you with. From where I’m standing, you don’t exactly have the moral high ground here."
Isn’t that how it is? If you, Feng Zhaoyang, had your sect stolen from you, then you just go kill the other guy, done. But if you married into that sect and then got kicked out because you’re too weak, then from the sect’s point of view, it really is hard to say they’re in the wrong.
Yuchi isn’t about to go wade into that muddy water. Right now he’s only looking at things from Feng Zhaoyang’s side. People always pick whatever is advantageous to themselves to talk about, and when the scandal breaks they all swear it’s their first offense.
Totally normal.
Feng Zhaoyang’s face flushed red, he scratched his head and didn’t dare speak.
Yuchi: "..."
So that’s the truth, huh!
"I’d bet my life you’re just trash at cultivation, your wife couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, so she got together with some other elder. Then on top of being trash at cultivation, you’re also a spineless pushover. Even if your wife is with that elder right in front of you, you don’t dare say a word."
"Then you don’t want to stay in that sect anymore. You dress it up as ’for the good of the sect,’ but in reality you’re just chickening out, too scared to confront them. You couldn’t beat the guy, so you gave yourself a nice excuse. You even had me, Zong Liangqing, thinking you were some rational person."
"Didn’t expect you to actually be rational as hell! Rational to a ridiculous degree."
"You can’t handle the mess in Legend Sect, so you think, ’well surely there’s something I can still do right,’ and then you run off to the State Capital, and for no good reason you start helping this Courtesan. Deep down you just want this Courtesan to acknowledge that you’re a man."
"Oh damn."
"You really are like an iron weight sitting on a bench—rigid to the last detail."
Feng Zhaoyang’s face was beet red. Yuchi wasn’t pulling any punches, and after hearing that whole barrage of roasting, he forced himself to say, "If it wasn’t for the sect, why would I neglect my cultivation? I’ve been running all over the place for the sect. The grand sect tournament, I’m the one who went. The inter-sect mixers, I’m the one who went. I’ve been running my ass off in all four directions for so long, and then they just dumped me!"
"They say I’m trash, say I’m mud that can’t be shaped into a wall."
"If it were you, wouldn’t you be upset?"
Would I be upset? Yuchi didn’t answer Feng Zhaoyang’s question directly. Instead he suddenly asked: "Daoist friend, were you the Dragon King in your past life?"
Dragon King? Feng Zhaoyang’s face instantly calmed, and he asked in confusion: "What’s that supposed to mean?"
Yuchi slapped him across the face: "If you’re not the Dragon King, what the hell are you doing running off to a place like that, marrying into someone else’s family? And you’re still here talking shit!? And if you’re not the Dragon King, you could at least be an Ice King, and if you’re not an Ice King you could at least be a Divine Doctor. You’re none of those, and you still went and married into someone else’s family! Read too many webnovels, have you!?"
"I don’t really get what you mean, but it kind of sounds pretty reasonable." After shrinking his neck and going quiet for a while, Feng Zhaoyang suddenly got excited and said, "But Daoist friend, don’t look at me like this, back in the day I was really handsome, I used to be very good-looking. Everyone called me the State Capital’s most handsome man, there were loads of women chasing me and I turned them all down. So, State Capital’s most handsome man, you know? State Capital’s most handsome man!"
The veins on Yuchi’s forehead bulged madly: "State Capital’s most handsome man... most handsome man..."
With those big front teeth hanging over half his lower jaw, his whole face wrinkling up, he lunged over and started pounding Feng Zhaoyang with his fists, pinning him to the floor and giving him a savage beating: "I’ll show you State Capital’s most handsome man, I’ll show you State Capital’s most handsome man. I’m beating the crap out of ’most handsome men’ today, you shameless piece of trash!"
After he’d worked up a bit of a sweat from the beating, Yuchi finally sat back down on the stool in a huff. Feng Zhaoyang, looking utterly pathetic, picked himself up off the floor. The image he’d just painstakingly built up crumbled in an instant, and he hunched his shoulders, face flushed and neck thick.
Yuchi was at a loss.
"Eh, forget it forget it forget it, there’s nothing I can really do for you with this kind of situation. Your wife’s whole family are a bunch of savages."
Yuchi had to admit defeat. He’d actually been quite curious, wondering whether this Legend Sect was a sect near the State Capital. Subconsciously, since Feng Zhaoyang’s cultivation was only Spirit Storage Stage, he figured Legend Sect probably wasn’t from the State Capital. But now it turns out Legend Sect really is a proper State Capital sect.
It’s just because Feng Zhaoyang married in that Yuchi misjudged the situation. If you only look on the surface, of course you’d think Feng Zhaoyang is all pitiful and wronged, just a simple miserable guy.
Looking at it now, this dude’s breakdown at the grand sect tournament wasn’t some accident, it was inevitable. He’d been bullied, his state of mind wasn’t good, then he started pouring his heart out to a total stranger like Honest Yuchi. But hindsight is useless now.
What’s done is done.
What’s Yuchi’s cultivation? Just Golden Core Stage. He has no idea when he’ll even reach Spirit Storage Stage, let alone that the weakest in the other guy’s family are Nascent Soul Cultivators, with Divinity Transformation Stage and Enlightenment Stage powerhouses on top. To be honest, Honest Yuchi’s understanding of Cultivators stops at Nascent Soul Stage.
He already thought Nascent Soul was invincible. So even though people told him there are Divinity Transformation Stage and Enlightenment Stage, he has no idea how strong those actually are.
Are they a hundred times stronger than him now? A thousand times? Ten thousand times? There’s no way for him to make any accurate judgement.
This has already gone beyond his understanding of how the world works.
"Terrifying as hell."
Yuchi poured Feng Zhaoyang a cup of tea: "How about we talk about that Courtesan instead. Compared to wiping out that handsome little couple, I feel like helping the Courtesan is a lot more realistic. After all, even though the Courtesan tricked you, she did believe in you. Maybe she really did want to be with you, and it was love that blinded her so she temporarily ignored your situation."
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
Who was it just now saying those two were a perfect golden couple, who was it just now calling them a pair of cheating dogs, who said this Courtesan was just stringing Feng Zhaoyang along? Who swore up and down he’d help him, then said the whole thing was a scam and told him to think it through?
"It was you!"
"You bastard!"
"You stood outside and opened my window. I thought you’d come to rescue me. Then when you saw the demons and ghosts inside the room, you immediately slammed the window shut and even nailed it closed!" Feng Zhaoyang cried out to Yuchi in utter misery.
So aggrieved he couldn’t even speak, tragic as hell.
Yuchi pretended not to hear him. He looked at the tea: the tea’s pretty good!
Yin Shuang clutched her stomach: For some reason, I kind of want to laugh.
Hahahahaha!
Hahaha...
Haha.
Ha
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