Chapter 1678

Although Wan Pojun's meridians were completely destroyed, committing suicide by sword was still more than enough for him.

He used all his strength for this strike, which was extremely fierce, because he only thought of using this strike to end his life cleanly and quickly.

The reason he wanted it to be clean was that he didn't want so many people to watch him twitching on the ground for a long time before dying a miserable death.

At this moment, he had already prepared himself to die.

And the many soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front also understood that all of this was a foregone conclusion; no one had the power to turn things around.

But just at the moment when the short blade in Wan Pojun's hand pierced through his mourning clothes, pierced through the skin of his chest, and was about to pierce into his heart, Ye Chen kicked his toe lightly, and a surge of spiritual energy rushed into the short blade from his toe at high speed.

Immediately after, just as Wan Pojun was resolutely thrusting the short blade into his heart, it suddenly turned into powder in front of his chest, shattered instantly, and dissipated into the air!

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, and Wan Pojun himself could not believe it!

He discovered that the short blade in his hand had disappeared. Looking down, he saw only some powder as fine as dust remaining in the palms of his hands!

His entire brain could not react. First, he did not know why the perfectly fine short blade had been kicked into powder by Ye Chen's strike in the void; second, he did not understand why Ye Chen had suddenly saved him at this time.

He subconsciously raised his head, looked at the indifferent-looking Ye Chen, and asked instinctively, "Ye... Mr. Ye... what is this..."

Ye Chen said indifferently, "When Lu Haotian came to the door yesterday, my grandfather once told him about a past event."

As he spoke, Ye Chen looked at Wan Pojun and said, "Do you know what my father said when he heard that your father had jumped to his death back then?"

Wan Pojun shook his head blankly and said in a low voice, "I don't know... please tell me in detail, Mr. Ye!"

Ye Chen turned to look in the direction of his parents' tomb in the distance and said softly, "My father said that he did not kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren died because of him. Even though he won against your father fair and square, after hearing of your father's passing, he still felt guilty about it. The so-called compassion for the world should refer to someone like him."

Wan Pojun said with extreme shame, "Your father... he was indeed a man of affection and righteousness... Although I was young back then, I had heard many rumors about him. Many people mentioned him with great reverence..."

"Yes!" Ye Chen nodded and said indifferently, "Wan Pojun, you can be considered very filial, but in my eyes, you are only half a filial son. Do you know why?"

Wan Pojun shook his head and said, "I would like to hear the details..."

Ye Chen said earnestly, "The two words 'filial piety', if understood only as avenging one's parents or providing for them in their old age, are inevitably somewhat one-sided, because you have ignored a more important inheritance!"

As he spoke, Ye Chen added, "In China's five thousand years of brilliant history, if it must be condensed, it is actually nothing more than the word 'inheritance'!"

"Inheritance, when broken down, means to inherit and to pass on. In the end, everyone should be able to carry on the past and open up the future, rather than letting everything end with you."

"People say one should continue the lost teachings of the ancient sages; that is to pass on the philosophy and wisdom of our ancestors;"

"Ordinary people may not reach the height of continuing the teachings of the sages, but at the very least, they should have a master to learn from, passing on the knowledge you learned from your teachers, your parents, and elders to your descendants;"

"Even if you cannot do that, at the very least, you must pass on the bloodline your parents gave you, rather than cutting off your own family line."

Speaking of this, Ye Chen saw Wan Pojun's face covered in tears again, so he paused slightly and continued, "Think about it, what flows in your body is not just your parents' bloodline, but the bloodline of your parents' two families, passed down for thousands upon thousands of years! These bloodlines survived countless wars and disasters and have continued to this day, and now, they are to be cut off by you. Do you think that if you go to see your parents like this, to accompany your parents, your parents will forgive you if they know about it in the afterlife?"

Hearing this, Wan Pojun was already sobbing uncontrollably, so ashamed that he dared not even raise his head.

Ye Chen watched his changes and continued, "You have no offspring. If you die, what does it matter even if you have these brothers?"

"While they are alive, because you have been kind to them, they might come to sweep the graves for you and your parents. After they die, their children will never have even met you, and they certainly won't travel thousands of miles to sweep the graves and pay respects to your family."

"In this way, after many years, your Wan family's graves will be no different from a mass grave."

"If you encounter land acquisition, development, or natural disasters, I'm afraid no one will even collect your family's ashes."

"In that case, what is the difference between that and having your bones ground to dust?"

Hearing this, Wan Pojun lowered his head deeply, his entire body trembling violently, and tears kept rolling down onto the ground.

He also wanted to live.

However, he was afraid that Ye Chen would not let him live, nor would he let his brothers live. Coupled with the need to preserve his parents' dignity and peace, he could only choose to die.

However, a thought suddenly surged in his heart: "Ye Chen suddenly turned the short blade in my hand into powder just now. Could it be, could it be that he intends to spare my life?!"

But soon, Wan Pojun lamented in his heart: "I am afraid I am overthinking. I have been so disrespectful to Ye Chen's parents, how could he spare my life? If I were him, I would have killed myself long ago..."

Ye Chen then continued, "Wan Pojun, you must know that everyone must die, but one should try to be remembered after death to prove that one once existed in this world."

"Those sages and heroes are still remembered thousands of years after their deaths. This is the highest meaning of a person's life;"

"Even if ordinary people cannot become sages and heroes, at least they can leave their names in their family genealogy, allowing their descendants to remember them. Just like my Ye family, the genealogy has been passed down for hundreds of years, and every ancestor has their name left in the genealogy. This is the proof of their existence, and as long as my Ye family is prosperous, their names will never be forgotten!"

Speaking of this, Ye Chen looked at Wan Pojun and said indifferently, "However, if you die today, your parents' names will also be buried in the soil along with you!"

"Perhaps as the Palace Master of the Cataclysmic Front, you might be remembered for a few decades after your death, but who will remember your parents? They will just be thrown into the long river of history, never to be remembered again. How sad is that?"

At this moment, Wan Pojun was extremely ashamed!

Originally, he had prepared himself to die generously, but now he suddenly felt that if he died just like this, he would have no face to see his parents and the ancestors of the Wan family after death!

These words of Ye Chen were simply a heart-piercing blow to him!

It made him ten thousand times more painful than death!

Originally, he felt that death was a relief, a form of self-redemption.

But now, he realized that dying not only failed to provide relief or redemption, but instead failed his parents and ancestors!

Because his death would cause his parents and ancestors to disappear completely into the long river of history!

It would also cause the Wan family, which had experienced thousands of years of hardship, to vanish completely!

Leaving this entire family without any evidence or meaning of existence!

Thinking of this, he felt that life was worse than death.

So he raised his head, looked at Ye Chen with red, swollen eyes, and begged loudly and respectfully, "Mr. Ye! I am willing to pay anything! I only ask that you be magnanimous and grant me a chance to fulfill my filial piety! I swear by my parents and the ancestors of the Wan family that I will serve Mr. Ye for the rest of my life, do my utmost, die without regret, and never stop until the end!!!"

Ye Chen knew that if he wanted to kill Wan Pojun, he should do it cleanly, but if he didn't kill him and wanted to use him for his own purposes, he had to break him first and then build him up!

This person was, after all, the Palace Master of the Cataclysmic Front. A person who had spent twenty years overseas and could build such a large foundation was definitely a dragon among men.

If he only used force and coercion to subdue him, the arrogance and defiance in his bones would still remain. After enduring humiliation for several years, he would definitely release it and stand on the opposite side of him again.

Therefore, the best way was to shatter all of this person's confidence!

Don't you think you are very powerful? Well, my strength can force you to break your own meridians without a fight!

Don't you think that failure doesn't matter, and that death can solve all sorrows? Well, I want you to know that death is the most painful, regretful, failed, and cowardly choice in this world!

When you are pushed into a corner with nowhere to go, all your pride and self-confidence will vanish into thin air.

As the saying goes, only through a hundred refinements can steel be made! Repeated quenching, repeated beating, and repeated destruction and reconstruction are the only ways to forge him into a sharp blade!

Thus, Ye Chen waved his hand at Wan Pojun in a carefree manner and said indifferently, "Forget it! I have just taken over the affairs of the Ye family, and I am indeed short of manpower in the future. Since you have this heart, I can spare your life and give you a chance to fulfill your filial piety, but you and everyone in the Cataclysmic Front must pledge loyalty to me! In this life, you must never disobey any of my orders!"

After saying this, Ye Chen looked at Wan Pojun and the soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front behind him and asked sternly, "Are you willing?!"