Chapter 708: Not Cultivating the Afterlife

"This disciple has a question; I don't know if I should ask it." Wei Yuan said.

"Speak."

Wei Yuan said, "In today's battle with the Liao tribe, this disciple has the confidence to win with equal numbers. But even if every battle achieves a one-to-four result like today, or even better, our numbers are still far inferior to the Liao tribe. Even if the Northern Shanmen, or even all the disciples of our Grand Void Gate, were to volunteer to trade lives, it would only wipe out a small portion of the Liao tribe's strength and would not change the overall situation."

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi said, "That's right. And then?"

"On both sides of our Northern Shanmen, we border Eastern Jin and Northern Qi. Over the past three years, the war situation in the Northern Shanmen has become increasingly dangerous, yet these two countries have stood by and watched, or even intentionally shrunk their military forces, giving up defensive lines and allowing the Liao army to cross the border and attack our Northern Shanmen, hoping to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, watching us and the Liao tribe fight until both sides are exhausted so they can come and pick the fruit!

Such petty people deserve to be killed even more than the foreign tribes!"

"That's right, and then?"

"What this disciple cannot understand is why we are fighting to the death with the Liao tribe, yet we have to let these petty people from the two countries enjoy the fruits of our labor?"

True Lord Yan Shi said indifferently, "Anger cannot solve any problems. Since you cannot stand it, how do you plan to solve it? Or are you just expressing your anger, and that's it?"

Wei Yuan took a deep breath and said, "This disciple believes the best strategy is to lure the Liao tribe's troops to attack the weak points of the two countries, forcing them to increase troops for defense. It's just that the Liao tribe may not do as we wish. But if they suddenly obtained some military intelligence, it might not be certain."

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi remained expressionless, continuing to listen.

"The middle strategy is to support righteous armies and horse bandits within the two countries, or help a few feudal lords grow strong and carry out actual separatism. When necessary, we can even clear the king's side, or even change a Great King. Even if we can't get rid of the muddled king, at the very least, we can have material supplies from the two countries, so we won't be isolated like now, relying only on the Northern Shanmen's own production."

Having spoken to this point, Wei Yuan had no more reservations and said, "This disciple has one more strategy!"

"Don't be afraid; I am here. Just say it."

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "If the so-called overall situation only allows petty people to benefit, then we don't need this overall situation! If the war situation is unfavorable and things cannot be done, it would be better to unearth the Immortal Ancestor's remains and start another mountain gate in the rear. In this way, the two countries will face the Northern Liao army directly. I fear it won't take long before they are destroyed, the two countries' royal ancestral graves will be dug up, and there will be a few fewer aristocratic families in the world!"

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi could not see any change in expression and said, "You seem to hate the two countries even more than the foreign tribes."

"The foreign tribes have a naturally different stance; we just fight them, there's nothing to say. But this disciple truly hates this kind of knife in the back. Today, seeing so many soldiers die and get injured, and thinking that some of them died for the two muddled kings, this disciple feels it is not worth it for them!

Since such muddled kings are not worthy of their positions, why not change them?"

Yan Shi said, "The situation of the nine countries today was arranged by the Wu Zu back then. This is the overall situation of the human world; it cannot be easily moved, nor is it easy to move."

Wei Yuan said, "Today, most of the nine countries are muddled, chaos is rampant, the people are struggling, and talents are withering. If the overall situation only causes heroes to bleed in vain while only petty people benefit, then what is the use of this overall situation? Is this the overall situation of the human race, or the overall situation of those petty people?

Forgive this disciple for speaking bluntly, but the Wu Zu has been dead for a thousand years. Perhaps his overall situation... is already outdated."

Yan Shi finally had an expression on his face and laughed, "If the Wu Zu heard you say this, I fear he would crawl out to find trouble with you."

After a joke, Yan Shi's expression became serious and he said, "Not to mention that it is still early for you to say these things, just say that if one day you have the ability to shoulder this burden of changing the world, the price you will have to pay will likely far exceed your imagination.

That is carrying the entire human race on your shoulders, like the Grand Ancestor and the Wu Zu; that is already considered the best result. But that also means the path to heaven is broken, and there is no more reincarnation! In that case, are you still willing to shoulder it?"

Wei Yuan seemed to see the faces of Fang Hetong, Yun Feifei, and his colleagues who died on the battlefield. He was silent for a moment before saying, "This disciple does not cultivate the afterlife in this life."

Yan Shi was stunned for a moment, then sighed, said nothing, and only said, "Go and do the things before you first."

Wei Yuan bowed and walked toward the outside of the hall. When he was about to reach the hall door, Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi's voice came from behind: "Remember to get married early."

Wei Yuan stumbled and almost fell. The thoughts of an immortal are indeed jumpy.

Before he could recover, Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi said again, "It's fine if you don't get married; have children early, have a few more! This Tinghai Xianjun will help you raise them."

Wei Yuan fled in a panic.

After leaving the side hall, Wei Yuan went to visit the injured. At this time, Sun Yu had installed a prosthetic leg for himself. This prosthetic leg was also a magic treasure, which could extend and retract as he wished and twist freely, basically capable of replacing a leg, and often better than a leg.

At this time, Sun Yu was busy. In front of him were several hospital beds lined up, on which lay the wounded who were serious enough to require Sun Yu's personal diagnosis and treatment.

Each wounded person was pushed in front of Sun Yu. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he determined the injury, then cut off something with a wave of his hand and changed to the next one.

The disciples would push the hospital bed in front of him away, then push the next hospital bed in front of Sun Yu, let him make a cut, and then change to the next bed.

Thus, one could see long hospital beds passing in front of Sun Yu one by one, with a distinct rhythm.

Those Sun Yu had cut would be sent to other disciples' hands; those who stitched wounds stitched, those who stopped bleeding stopped bleeding, and then a Dao technique to accelerate body growth was applied, bandages were wrapped, and the treatment ended.

Next, the odd-job disciples would push the treated wounded to a large hall, place them neatly, and wait for recovery. The hall was filled with the fragrance of elixirs, which could accelerate the growth of flesh and blood when smelled.

Sun Yu's movements were extremely fast, and he himself was seriously injured, so he was already sweating on his forehead.

A beautiful female disciple next to him wiped his sweat and said considerately, "Master, do you want to take a rest?"

Sun Yu didn't even lift his head and said, "If these people are treated a minute later, they may never be saved again. Go get the Awakening Incense."

The female disciple handed over a small jade bottle and brought it to Sun Yu's nose. Sun Yu smelled it, and his spirit immediately became much better. However, blood began to seep out from the gauze wrapped around his body again.

Wei Yuan did not disturb him, watched quietly for a while, and then returned to the Northern Shanmen to see Feng Tingyu.

At this time, the magic blade appeared and said, "I know where she is now. I can take you there directly; you don't need to look for her, it will be much more convenient. Just hold the handle of the blade and silently recite Feng Tingyu."

Wei Yuan reached out and held the hilt of the blade, wondering, "Haven't you already recognized her as your master?"

The magic blade July said sternly, "Nonsense! I clearly recognized you as my master first! Besides, a famous blade does not recognize two masters, unless..."

The magic blade seemed to know it had made a slip of the tongue, immediately stopped talking, and then activated. In an instant, Wei Yuan had appeared in a small building within the Northern Shanmen.

In front of Wei Yuan, water vapor was swirling, and a large wooden barrel was placed there. In the barrel was rich medicinal soup, and Feng Tingyu was lying inside, healing her wounds while eating snacks.

Suddenly seeing Wei Yuan appear, she let out a cheer, pounced on him, pressed Wei Yuan down, her eyes shining: "Are you here to molest me?"

Wei Yuan struggled, to no avail. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was blocked again.

A moment later...

Wei Yuan coaxed and deceived, successfully gaining the trust of twelve parts of Feng Tingyu's body, and finally managed to get her back into the bathtub to continue healing her wounds.

When he left this place, Wei Yuan felt a little more settled in his heart, but he still had some lingering fear.

Seeing the true face of the war at Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi's place, Wei Yuan only then knew lingering fear. He was not afraid for himself, but afraid that suddenly one day, these people around him would fall in front of him. And this was almost inevitable.

Just like this battle, if he had arrived a moment later, Feng Tingyu would have had her soul destroyed. If he hadn't meticulously patrolled the corners of the battlefield, Sun Yu would likely not have survived.

To be an enemy of an immortal is similar to being an enemy of heaven; how can there be no price? It is precisely because of this that Wei Yuan hated the petty people of the two countries even more.

In Qingming, a flying boat from the Northern Shanmen had just landed. The cultivators unloaded large wooden boxes from it, transported them to the side of the Reincarnation Furnace, and pushed them in from the feed port.

One of Wei Yuan's avatar warriors stood by the furnace, watching the wooden boxes being pushed into the Reincarnation Furnace, expressionless.

Around the mortal fireworks, wisps of chaotic energy dissipated again.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 709 =====