Chapter 1092: Chapter 320: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (3)
"To be fair, given the current situation, your side is still at fault. From my perspective as an onlooker, this Legend Gate wasn’t entirely built by you alone."
"Don’t be so quick to glare at me. I understand what you mean, and I know what you’re about to say. Don’t rush, alright?"
"Hey, yes, be good. Sit down first and let me finish what I’m saying."
Comforting the fragile heart of Feng Zhaoyang, Yuchi poured him a reassuring cup of tea and continued:
"We admit you’ve definitely contributed a lot to the Legend Gate, but the reason this sect could take root around the State Capital is mainly because of the power of a certain family."
"If it weren’t for that Enlightenment Stage old dog fighting at the front, you, at the Spirit Storage Stage, definitely couldn’t be so smug near the State Capital."
"So, think through the basic logic of some matters first. Don’t start pointing fingers at others brainlessly, because if you begin by blaming others, many things will become quite confusing. What initially seems like a simple matter from the outside can turn into a big puzzle for yourself."
"Just like this matter here."
"You definitely think the other side has been unfair to you, that you’re just a salted fish, used and then discarded like toilet paper."
"But from their perspective, your behavior is quite slippery."
"As the Sect Leader of the Legend Gate, your cultivation is only at the Spirit Storage Stage. Your wife has endured for so many years, which is quite remarkable, considering you are cultivators."
"Cultivators value cultivation above all, don’t they? Without cultivation, no wonder your wife ended up running off with someone else, especially since you married into her family. So, I think we might as well shout ’Don’t underestimate the poor boy’ and move on. Let bygones be bygones."
Yuchi said earnestly.
Feng Zhaoyang, sweating profusely, looked at Yuchi’s kind persuasion and couldn’t help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, which side are you really on? You started by helping me, but after hearing the other party’s cultivation level, you immediately switched sides. Isn’t this too realistic?"
Really? Did I? Surely not, Yuchi: "There’s nothing I can do, but from an outsider’s perspective, that’s how it is. The other party is an Enlightenment Stage master, clearly a powerful cultivation family. To be honest, the fact that you’re still alive is due to their mercy."
"In stories, when you marry into a cultivation family, lots of men are bound to dislike you and attack you."
"These things are nailed on, and since you’re alive and well, it proves the family hasn’t resorted to dealing with you in any way except telling you to leave."
"Otherwise, if they wanted to kill you, it’d be too easy."
Isn’t that right? Stories always depict youths entering a strong cultivation family, getting close to the young lady, and surviving attacks from family members all the way through to marry the young lady, becoming life’s winner.
But that’s just how stories go; reality is probably not like that.
They wouldn’t bother sending people to confront you one by one. If they are a capable family, why would they bother having disciples come to gift you experience? Either they’d crush you directly, or someone single like you would be extremely easy to dispose of for them.
"So either your Legend Gate is a paper tiger, seemingly formidable but actually sheer foolishness, or you think you can marry your way high up, which is naive."
"Unless, like me, you possess some unique skill?"
Yuchi rattled off a long spiel, mainly to make Feng Zhaoyang realize his shortcomings. Otherwise, if he continues to follow Feng Zhaoyang’s mood, he’ll want to start a fight with the Legend Gate. But fighting? How to fight?
Forget the other party’s ancestors, not even their wife could be fought against, given the cultivation at Nascent Soul Stage. What kind of concept is that?
I, Yuchi, am currently at the sixth level of the Golden Core Stage and don’t know when I can break through to the Spirit Storage Stage. A cultivation family, with millennia of hard work, can’t just be broken in seconds by me, surely not.
Moreover, there’s a critical point: the other party, as a cultivation family, surely has vast connections. The big shots huddle together for warmth. If Yuchi kills even one, the massive hatred between him and the entire family arises instantly, followed by relentless pursuits, and everything descends into chaos.
"I understand what you’re saying, but why are you touching my Storage Ring now?"
Feng Zhaoyang was sobbing with tears streaming down. Across from him, this fellow was talking, while his fingers were prying at the Storage Ring on Feng Zhaoyang’s fingers. His face spoke seriously, yet his index finger was extremely nimble, and the Storage Ring was about to be taken away by this rascal.
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