Chapter 239: Hatred in the Heart

The Shaman tribe retreated, and Wei Yuan did not pursue, only ordering a detachment to follow and monitor slowly, and then letting everyone who could move go to dig up the six cities of Xuanwei.

Corpse after corpse was carried out, both human and Shaman, with more Shamans.

I don't know how long it had been, someone came to report that the lowest level had been completely excavated, and Wei Yuan woke up as if from a dream and went to watch.

The lowest level had been completely dug open; there were several hundred human corpses in this battle, and it could be seen that half of them were seriously injured and died in the small hall in front of the escape tunnel. The remaining people were distributed in various places on this level, surrounded by Shaman corpses.

The Heavenly Craft Hall disciple responsible for directing the excavation said with a pained voice: "They buried gunpowder at the pillars of every level, and after detonating, destroyed all the supports, triggering a collapse. And before this, the escape tunnel had already been blown up."

Wei Yuan listened, his gaze falling on two corpses.

Below was Yun Feifei, and above was one of the young masters of a noble family. He was pouncing on Yun Feifei, wanting to block the falling earth and stones for her. But how could he withstand the crushing of an earth layer weighing millions of catties? So his elbows and knees were shattered, and both of them still died together.

This noble family young master was one of the sixteen noble family children who came with Cui Yu. Before the great battle, he took the initiative to go to guard the six cities of Xuanwei. Wei Yuan had intended to disperse these young masters and young ladies to various troops. They had experienced many bloody battles and had already shed their playboy nature, enough to hold their own.

Yun Feifei went without saying; with cultivation, scheming, and means, she was a formidable character before meeting Wei Yuan. So Wei Yuan let her preside over the battle situation of the six cities of Xuanwei, which could be said to be crucial. In the past, Yun Feifei had escaped countless life-and-death crises, and the Xu family had even caught her for several years without success, so Wei Yuan didn't think she would have any trouble.

At this time, the two corpses were separated and carried to the ground. The noble family youth died in battle, so he had to give an account to his family, and this matter was left to Cui Yu.

But looking at Yun Feifei's face, Wei Yuan always felt it was somewhat unreal.

She buried explosives at the pillars of every level?

She blew up the escape tunnel first?

She detonated the explosives herself?

This series of questions always hovered in Wei Yuan's mind, making him feel as if he had never seen Yun Feifei clearly, or rather, the one he knew was another Yun Feifei.

If this elite force of over ten thousand had been allowed to return to the ground at that time, the consequences would indeed be unimaginable. At that time, the ground troops of Azure Void had reached their limit, and both sides were fighting a bloody battle of exchange. If this elite force of over ten thousand joined the battle, it was very likely that Azure Void would have collapsed first. And if they didn't die, Yanxin wouldn't know when he would enter the field; if he didn't enter the field, this battle wouldn't end.

Wei Yuan suddenly felt an inexplicable fatigue, the kind of fatigue from the inside out, and his heart also felt as if a small piece was empty.

If he had more troops in his hand, if he could send three thousand more elites underground, if there were more firearms...

If he could be given a little more time...

But there were no "ifs" in the world, just as there was no turning back on the immortal path; once you stepped on it, you had to walk to the end, until you fell. Some people left and would meet again, but some people left and never returned, like Fang Hetong, like the demon horse. Now those who remained didn't know when they would leave.

Wei Yuan reached out to wipe the mud off Yun Feifei's face, looking at the beautiful face that was still as agile and jumping as an elf, not knowing if she still had regrets when she left.

Should... not have, right?

In the vast mountains and rivers, cold winds blew again. Shaman figures with empty eyes appeared everywhere, walking toward Yushan in squads and groups.

The black water boiled, and countless black particles rose from the water, and then a tree appeared from the water, continuously growing. It was deep black all over, bottomless, making people unable to determine if that black was the nothingness that could swallow everything, or just a simple black tree body.

A portal was embedded in its tree body, the gate closed at this moment, with a symbol above it, the meaning unclear. This tree only had a few branches, hanging with a few lonely leaves, moving without wind, as if it would wither at any time.

Black Qi continuously overflowed from the full moon, finally merging into eighteen strands of heavenly luck for advancement. I don't know if it was a reward for the appearance of that strange black wood, or to comfort Wei Yuan whose heart was still bleeding.

People from Yong'an and other cities had arrived; they were all mortals, and even with the blessing of "Instant All Living Things," they didn't have much combat power. Wei Yuan deliberately arranged the time for them to enter the battlefield; if they also had to pick up weapons, then it was when the realm had exhausted everything, when it was a case of jade and stone burning together.

Wei Yuan now had enough Body Forging cultivators, so he didn't easily let mortals go to the battlefield anymore. In the previous battles, even with firearms in hand, even fighting underground, mortals had to have at least three or four people to fight a Shaman tribe member to death.

Everyone arrived and began to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded. They had done all this many times, and were very skilled now.

However, Wei Yuan saw different expressions on some people's faces.

Wei Yuan came to a young man's side, watching him skillfully dig out personal belongings from the dead human warriors, verify their identities, and register them in the book.

After watching for a while, Wei Yuan suddenly asked: "What are you thinking?" The young man turned his head and was startled to see it was Wei Yuan, but after hearing Wei Yuan's question, he didn't speak.

"Say it, it doesn't matter."

The young man gritted his teeth, his face suddenly becoming ferocious and distorted, pointing at Wei Yuan and saying: "We fight every day, fight every day! Since there has been this damn realm, there hasn't been a time when we didn't fight! My father, mother, sister, and two brothers all died, all died in battle! This is all your fault; if it weren't for you, we would still be living well in Quliu Town!"

Cui Yu beside him kicked the young man away and scolded: "Is that living? In Quliu Town, you lived worse than pigs and dogs!"

The young man stood up and said stubbornly: "Even if it's worse than pigs and dogs, it's still living!"

"That's also called living?" Cui Yu laughed out of extreme anger.

The young man simply let go and shouted: "We were born in the mud, we had no choice! Does it mean that if we are born in the mud, we don't deserve to live? Is it wrong for us to want to live? If I were born in a noble family like you, I wouldn't necessarily be worse than you! You can stand here and lecture me, it's just because you were born in a good womb!"

Cui Yu, who was always good at words, was also so angry that he couldn't speak, wanting to draw his sword, but felt it was inappropriate.

With a slap, an old mortal beside him slapped the young man fiercely, then knelt down and kowtowed, saying repeatedly: "This child is not bad by nature, it's just that he lost his parents and brothers, and lacks discipline. This old man is willing to adopt him, and will definitely discipline him strictly in the future!"

In Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness, the green Qi was still increasing, but several strands among the thousands of newly added green Qi disappeared again at this time.

!.

Wei Yuan walked to the young man, looked directly into his eyes, and said morosely: "The war here is not meaningless, and the people who died are not dead in vain! No matter if you understand it or not, the meaning is there. Someone come!"

Wei Yuan pointed at the young man and said: "Disturbing the morale of the army, throw him into the hard labor camp. If he doesn't die after three great battles, he will be pardoned."

The hard labor camp was originally set up by Xiaoyu and Cui Yu to punish offenders. The hard labor camp worked on weekdays and joined the army during wartime, all fighting in the most dangerous sections. If they didn't die after three battles, they could redeem their sins and be released. In addition, the military achievements made in the hard labor camp were calculated as usual and would be issued to their families.

The guards dragged the young man away.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, then said to Cui Yu: "Look, I'm not someone who will soften my heart, but you hesitated instead."

Cui Yu sighed: "I think some of the things he said were not wrong."

Wei Yuan looked at the endless corpses and said slowly: "If there are 'ifs' and 'supposes', it is meaningless; we were born like this, it cannot be changed, so we can only continue to walk forward from the position under everyone's feet. What he said might not be wrong, but it is meaningless. Some people are willing to live worse than pigs and dogs, and some people are not. If everything could be done over again, I would still move everyone in Quliu Town to the realm. No matter how many times it comes, it will be the same!"

Cui Yu nodded and said in a deep voice: "It's good that you can think so."

The wind in the realm was very strong, the night had not passed, and tonight's wind was extra cold, with a bone-chilling chill.

Countless living people walked among the dead, not knowing when they would also fall, become a member lying on the ground, and then be registered by others.

Wei Yuan didn't think the young man was wrong, just that in this era, in the era when the human race was still fighting for survival and reproduction, just not being wrong was not enough.

During the time of establishing Azure Void, standing on the front line against foreign races, Wei Yuan truly understood the situation of the human race; behind the seemingly flowery and fiery prosperity, it was the reality that defeat could happen at any time, and there were still countless people being sacrificed and slaughtered to be made into landscapes.

Only three thousand seven hundred years ago, the four Immortal Lords of the Primordial Palace died on the battlefield; there was great righteousness, but perhaps there was also the helplessness of having no other choice.

Wei Yuan didn't hate the Liao tribe, nor did he hate the Shaman tribe. Both sides were born like this, each for their own tribe. If Wei Yuan were born in the Shaman tribe, he would also fight to the death for his tribesmen.

But Wei Yuan now had hatred in his heart!

From the moment he saw Yun Feifei's corpse, Wei Yuan had been thinking, if he could have more troops in his hand. He didn't need many, even if it was only five thousand, or even three thousand, she wouldn't have to die, and many people wouldn't have to die.

But not far away, there were over one hundred thousand troops, and the nearest could even arrive within half an hour! But they just sat still!

For the first time in his life, the hatred in Wei Yuan's heart was so intense, so clear, so endless!

He also didn't expect that what made him hate so much was humans.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 240 =====