Jun Wu Xiao was extrely annoyed at this mont. He had tried to write concisely, succinctly, and clearly in the notebook, but what was wrong with the reader? He thought:
"This is so frustrating. I’ll ask a few more questions, then get rid of this place. This place doesn’t produce competent cultivators, doesn’t develop society, and even makes people stupid. Moreover, they dare to use my friend’s identity to cause trouble. This is truly unacceptable."
"Wait a minute. As far as I rember, the notebook clearly states that you need to practice twelve hours a day continuously for ten years to see results. Why are you only practicing three hours a day and only for a month?" Jun Wu Xiao asked.
The man shook his head and explained:
"That’s really unscientific. Overtraining can only cause pain. Furthermore, strength increases gradually, not suddenly. The governnt is fundantally deceptive by publishing that notebook. How could I waste my precious ti on that? If I did that, I wouldn’t have ti to enjoy life."
Jun Wu Xiao understood upon hearing this. He thought:
"I finally get it. These people aren’t stupid, they are educated. But their greed and laziness have made them foolish. They want the benefits of cultivators, naly longevity, strength, and resistance to illness, but they don’t want to risk their lives to cultivate. They refuse to endure the pain of cultivation.
Cultivation has never been a blessing, it’s just a trade-off, but ordinary people, even if they understand, don’t want to trade. But can’t really bla them, the price is too high. After ten years of tornt, they might have gone mad. Haiz, Xia Ni was indeed overly worried before. The idea of all humanity becoming cultivators was just a delusional dream."
Xia Ni’s previous worries were indeed unnecessary. Humanity will never entirely beco cultivators. After all, living an ordinary, happy life is much better than enduring continuous physical pain for ten years. And if they want to stronger, they will endure the pain more.
Moreover, this pain is self-inflicted despite not wanting to anymore. During cultivation, one is almost isolated from society, having no one to talk to, and there’s no ti to talk anyway. All physical and ntal energy is focused on cultivation.
Cultivation is indeed very difficult and not enjoyable. Only a few people with iron will decide to tornt themselves for ten years to gain fifty years of life without worrying about illnesses.
There are also so people who take on a responsibility as high as the sky and then embark on the path of cultivation. These individuals will not stop until they reach the pinnacle of cultivation. It’s not that they can abandon their responsibilities then, but rather, a fraction of their power is enough to shoulder those responsibilities, allowing them to go wherever they please and do whatever they wish.
There is also a rather unique type of cultivator who pursues true freedom—being able to go anywhere in the universe without fear of anyone, and not being inferior to anyone. These lunatics walk a path far more arduous than that of ordinary cultivators.
"But I still can’t bestow blessings like that. How can that god do it?" Jun Wu Xiao said.
The man’s face darkened upon hearing this, as if he was ready to fight at any mont. He shouted:
"You brat, who do you think you are to compare yourself to our Guardian God? Do you think you can match him?"
Jun Wu Xiao was startled but found it amusing in his heart:
"Ha ha ha, who am I? I’m not as good as him? That’s hilarious. I almost beca his master back in the day."
Ignoring the man, Jun Wu Xiao leapt and landed atop the statue’s head. His voice, if exerted to its fullest, could carry far. He shouted:
"What the hell do you all think you’re doing?"
His shout alard the crowd, and his leap of several hundred ters frightened them.
The ceremony host was also terrified, trembling. He thought:
"Oh shit, the god has really arrived. What should I do? Run away? No, doing so would surely lead to death. Haiz, there’s no other way, I have to stay. At least that way, there’s a chance of survival."
Having made up his mind, he abandoned the idea of fleeing and decided to try to win Jun Wu Xiao’s favor. He said:
"Honorable god, I am the emissary of this Guardian God. We are rely holding a ceremony to rember his benevolence."
"Huh? I’ll give you one chance to say that again. If you continue to spout nonsense, there’s no need for further conversation. Also, the person you are worshipping is my friend, so there’s no need to speak rubbish about this matter." Jun Wu Xiao said, his voice icy.
Jun Wu Xiao looked as though he was about to kill soone. However, he absolutely would not kill unless necessary, not in trivial cases like this.
It wasn’t because he was kind or anything similar, but because he understood that the living had more value than the dead. The dead could do nothing and were utterly useless to human civilization, unless they were a threat to humanity—which he had never encountered.
The old man felt a chill down his spine upon hearing this. He decided to tell the truth, knowing that today could very well be his last day alive if he didn’t. He imdiately knelt down and said:
"I sincerely apologize. Please forgive . I lied about being his emissary to profit, to take money from people. From now on, I will not do this again."
Before Jun Wu Xiao could say anything else, the crowd erupted in angry shouts:
"You scoundrel, how dare you steal our money?"
"Kill that bastard."
"Kill him, kill him."
.....
The old man was terrified, his face turning pale, unable to utter a word. But then Jun Wu Xiao shouted:
"Everyone, shut up! You think he’s a bad person, and you’re good people? You’re just a bunch of cowards who aren’t willing to pay the price but only want results. You are rely those who seek extraordinary things through easy ans. Do you know who wrote that cultivation manual? It was written by . I am also the strongest Guardian God. I wanted to spread the cultivation thod so you could have the ability to protect yourselves against future disasters. But seeing you now is truly disappointing.
Deal with your own problems yourselves. If you can’t beco cultivators, live aningful lives of your own and contribute to society if you can. Stop doing these aningless things. Gods have their responsibilities, and they don’t need anything from you, nor do they need your gratitude or rembrance. When humanity is in peril, the gods will naturally step in to help."
With that, Jun Wu Xiao left, leaving behind a silent crowd. They no longer dared to bla the old man, instead, they felt ashad of themselves and went ho.
Now, in the vast square, only the old man remained. He muttered to himself:
"So, this is what gods are truly like? Imnsely compassionate towards all beings, yet they do not need to be rembered by them, nor do they care about human attitudes."
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