Chapter Thirty: Trash, Human Debris
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Wei Quji's face was so dark that it seemed like it could drip water.
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Right under his very nose, the unidentified enemy used the inhabitants of Xiaolin Town as sacrifices and consumed the ancestral spirits of the entire Fenglin City domain that should have been at peace. In one fell swoop, they condensed a phantom of the Ghost Gate in front of him. In the end, they calmly escaped before his eyes.
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And he, Wei Quji, a dignified master of the fifth rank, came all out with his full effort, but he couldn't even get a whiff!
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As a lord, he was derelict in his duty. As a strongman, he was slapped in the face.
What humiliation had he ever endured like this
So...
"Trash!"
Wei Quji slapped back with his hand, sending Wei Yan flying several meters!
There were dozens of people present, not one dared to speak. Although almost everyone felt resentful.
Even Wei Yan himself, merely rose silently, without a word.
Of course, he had ample reason to defend himself, ample reason to be angry. Before the fog, he charged ahead fearlessly. Facing the Nine Palaces Array, he led the way. Seeing the Ghost Gate, he risked his life and burned the only red token on his person at the first opportunity.
From any angle, he has already achieved the best at this stage, beyond reproach.
But victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. The military doesn't dwell on those things that don't matter.
Wei Qiji gave him permission, allowing him to organize people from the Dao Institute to investigate Xiaolin Town, but he failed to prevent the incident from happening. This is dereliction of duty.
Wei Queji could even kill him on the spot.
But what is the point
Wei left in a rage, his anger palpable. He stormed out, fuming.
Some young people had wounds, some were supporting each other, and some carried corpses. They just dispersed like that.
These young disciples of the Dao Courts had just endured a grueling battle with heavy casualties,
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A very difficult battle that ultimately proved to be pointless.
They didn't even know who their opponent was from beginning to end, but the opponent had already completed their goal and disappeared.
They are called—trash.
"Damn it... I'm not giving up."
Du Yecho was lying on his bed in the dormitory, sprawled out like a toppled iron tower.
He didn't have any serious injuries, and the foundation he had lost was already replenished by the Gu Yuandan sent by Zhao Ruocheng. He just needed a period of rest.
Gu Yuandan is indeed a precious thing, but there's nothing wrong with accepting it. Du Yexi needs it, and Zhao Ruocheng has it, so that's how things are. They are people who can entrust their lives to each other, let alone anything else.
But the Xiaolin Town battle, to be realistic, was a blow to every disciple who participated. For anyone aspiring to transcend ordinary limits and yearning for strength, being powerless is probably the worst thing imaginable.
Or perhaps only Zhao Ruocheng was an exception. He had already gone to the "Sanfenxianglou" to recuperate, supposedly wanting to win a woman's heart with his valiant state of near-death survival.
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Tu Yehu wasn't a person who could lie down, but at this moment, he could only lie down. Even if he wanted to drink, no one would indulge him. As a result, for once, he felt a touch of melancholy.
Ling He didn't speak. He closed his eyes and began to cultivate.
As for Jiang Wang... he was eating dinner with Jiang An'an at this moment.
Cai Ji Mutton Shop, a century-old brand.
Two bowls of fragrant mutton soup, ten catties of neatly sliced boiled mutton.
Jiang Anan held a steamed bun in her left hand and chopsticks in her right... The chopsticks were holding mutton. The reason she used the word "grasp" was because her way of holding chopsticks was indeed different—probably because no one had ever corrected her before—she simply wrapped her five fingers around them, gripping the chopsticks tightly.
After living with Jiang Wang for a while, I wasn't as introverted and shy as I used to be.
She nibbled on the left side, then the right. As she ate, she would occasionally lower her head to take a sip of the savory broth. Two dimples appeared on her cheeks, radiating pure contentment.
Cai Ji Mutton Shop is not cheap. If it were up to Jiang Wang himself, he probably wouldn't be willing to eat here.
In the Xiaolin Town mission, although Wei Yan himself got eliminated, he still fulfilled his promise and fought for twenty points of Dao Xun reward for each of them. Of course, there was also some silver tael subsidy. For cultivators, this was the least important thing. But for Jiang An'an, being able to eat delicious food was very important.
"Like it" Jiang Wang asked with a smile.
"Hmm... uh-huh!" Xiao An nodded vigorously.
“From now on, we could…” Jiang Wang silently calculated his savings, “No, we could come here once every ten days, okay”
Jiang Anan continued to nod.
She spoke to her brother in a desultory fashion — mostly answering with nods or shakes of the head. Her small hands were never idle, though. While nodding, she would grab a piece of mutton, roll it carefully in the sauce, and then take a big bite.
"An'an, how are your studies going lately" That's what all adults eventually end up talking about when chatting with kids. Jiang Wang felt like a grown-up himself, so he said it naturally. Even though he was only seventeen years old.
Jiang Annan's movements of eating meat paused, her little mouth puffed out, and she managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Still, it's okay."
Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction.
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He looked at his younger sister, a gentle and peaceful happiness flowing in his heart. The hardships of the battles, the sorrow of seeing his fellow disciples die and be injured, the helplessness of being unable to stop what had happened... it all seemed to fade away.
Some things are of course very sad, but right now, our current life, how happy it is.
It makes one want to keep it forever.
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Walking through the Wang clan lands, occasionally greeting fellow clansmen with a nod, Wang Changxiang was composed and tranquil, just as he always had been. Even the most discerning of the clansmen couldn't find a single fault with him.
The Zhang, Fang, and Wang clans of Fenglin City are roughly equal in strength across all aspects, making it difficult to determine a clear hierarchy. However, since Zhang Linchuan currently holds the third position on the Dao Xun list, the Zhang clan has subtly surpassed the others. Wang Changxiang, from the Wang clan, ranks seventh on the Dao Xun list, not falling far behind.
Only the Fang clan remains. Last year's prodigy died in a trial, this year's best, Fang Pengju, was killed. Now there is only Fang Huerling, barely entering the inner sect thanks to a heavily purchased Qi-Opening Pill. But in the eyes of those who see clearly, the Fang clan has been left behind by the other two families.
Unmentioned were these things, Wang Changxiang had always been averse to mundane affairs. Although with his wisdom he could see through the filth and greed behind those passionate displays, he remained calm and composed.
The more you walk, the further off the path you go.
He finally stopped in front of a half-old courtyard. It was a secluded corner of the Wang family's ancestral home, with hardly anyone living nearby. The owner of the courtyard lived like a solitary bird, isolated from the world.
Wang Changxiang reached out and pushed the door. The wooden door creaked open with a screeching sound, disturbing the tranquility of the courtyard.
This is a test.
Unlike the mottled, half-decayed exterior wall, the courtyard was unexpectedly clean and elegant. On one side stood a grape arbor, towering high, with a smooth, well-worn reclining chair on it. There was no one on the chair, but a plump orange cat lay there.
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When people came, it did not stir. It only half-opened its sleepy eyes and glanced listlessly with no energy.
“Little Orange,” Wang Changxiang greeted upon hearing the voice.
The plump cat turned its head, closed its eyes again, and seemed utterly indifferent.
Wang Changxiang wasn't bothered, and continued walking forward. To his right front, there was a large water tank with lotus leaves floating on its surface. Bubbles occasionally appeared, suggesting that fish were being kept inside.
At that moment, his footsteps stopped because he smelled the aroma of food.
Almost at the same time, Xiaoju on the lounge chair also swiftly rose and turned her head back, her movements flowing seamlessly.
Before the main entrance of the hall, under the eaves, there was a low table. At this time, a young man walked out from behind the door, and the fragrance came from the food tray he was holding in his hand.
His countenance wasn't handsome, nor could it be called ugly. It simply gave off a strange feeling of "remoteness". Perhaps it was because his eyes were too ordinary.
A young man with an aloof air knelt down and arranged the dishes from his plate on the low table one by one. There were two bowls of white, plump rice, two plates of vibrant green vegetables, and two plates of soft, stewed pig trotters.
The man sat down on the threshold, drew out his chopsticks, tapped the table with their end for a moment, and said, "Eat."
Wang Changxiang didn't move because he knew it wasn't him being called. Even though he really wanted to go over and eat the meal with them.
"With a whoosh, the orange cat darted to the low table at a speed completely disproportionate to its size. It first lowered its head to sniff at the plate of pork trotters before seeming somewhat satisfied. It then placed its front paws on the table and began to eat."
Wang Changxiang opened his mouth: "Brother."
Only a few people probably remember. Wang Changxiang, the pride of the Wang family now, also has an older brother.
In fact, he is the eldest son of the Wang family's legitimate line, and according to ancestral law, the most reasonable heir apparent.
But ironically, he was also a useless person who had wasted a precious Qi-opening pill without being able to manifest his Dao meridian. This caused the Wang clan to be ridiculed and their status lowered compared to the other two clans.
The shame of the Wang clan, Wang Changji. State of Yang could be destroyed, why couldn't the State of Qi also be brought downHe tilted his head, letting the shadow bat burrow back into his ear. He reached out and gathered the scattered puppe...