I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1019 - Three Hundred and Thirteen The Kingly

Chapter 1019: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirteen: The Kingly Way of Education

Chapter 1019 -Three Hundred and Thirteen: The Kingly Way of Education

On the other side, Wang Wei was in even worse shape, with essence blood seeping from all seven orifices, after all, his physique was inherently inferior to that of Yuanzhou from the Xu Clan, who practiced the Tongming Sword Body, not to mention that he also had injuries on his body.

Half a year ago, Wang Han fought a fierce battle with Tang Luo, both sustaining severe injuries. Although he healed his superficial wounds with Divine Pills, the true damage from the Innate Divine Sword that had pierced through his chest had not been completely eradicated due to the overwhelming strength of the Innate Qi.

And with the Nirvana Feathered Robe’s plumes slashed, the force endured was the same, a total of seven rebounding forces, like an incessant tidal wave. Despite being the strongest of their young generation, both were young men who hadn’t even been ten years in the Fierce Realm, such violent force was ultimately too much for them to bear.

Yuanzhou, with his sword held horizontally, was panting heavily, quietly regulating his breath to calm his qi and blood, while Wang Wei gently wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve.

The extremely intense battle finally had a moment of respite, and even the trembling Hui Ling Mountain calmed down.

Gazing down at the ravaged mount, and thinking about how his half-year of effort had been ruined in an instant, Wang Wei clenched his fists tightly and glared furiously at Yuanzhou, on the verge of speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and after a grunt, he closed his eyes.

After a moment, Wang Chan opened his eyes, pulled off the regal crown from his head, and tossed it aside. He looked down at the Wuyi Sect’s gate, now in ruins, and shook his head helplessly, then said to the fiercely murderous Yuanzhou not far away, “The fight has been fought, the commotion has been made, can we now talk about why you chose to do this?”

It was like a brother dealing with his mischievous younger sibling; even with the complete destruction of the sect’s gate, there wasn’t a hint of anger on Wang Chan’s face, only the indulgent helplessness one shows towards a sibling.

To others, Wang Chan, who was reputed to have friends all over the world, only truly recognized a few, and Yuanzhou was the most special among them.

Otherwise, Wang Chan wouldn’t have invested his greatest efforts when he was weakest, such as arranging to send courtesans into Ying City, which was no easy task.

This was perhaps the only investment Wang Chan had ever made in his life, not knowing whether it would turn out to be profitable or a loss.

To consider it profitable, at that time no one believed Yuanzhou would amount to anything, yet he provided timely help and even assisted in studying and collecting bedroom arts together. Ten years later, both had reached the pinnacle amongst the young generation in the holy land. Should things go smoothly, this personal friendship could last for hundreds of years.

In a sense, the significance of Wang Chan and Yuanzhou to each other surpassed that of even wives and daughters.

Yet, it was a loss because as they grew, they embarked on completely different paths; the chivalrous and romantic Yuanzhou and the calculating Wang Chan, who played with people’s hearts, were ultimately not of the same kind.

Their friendship would not fade with time, but the quarrels and disagreements became more frequent, especially after Wang Chan joined the ranks of the Dutian Heavenly King, leading to a profound divergence in their views on handling matters.

Their last encounter in Longxi ended on a sour note, with Yuanzhou angrily stating that from now on, he would only discuss poetry and romance with Wang Chan, not affairs of state.

In truth, Wang Chan didn’t take these words to heart. He simply thought Yuanzhou was still immature, after all, being chivalrous and romantic was a good thing; who hasn’t been young?

Even when Xu Lao Ying destroyed the Hui Ling Mountain with his sword, he felt not the slightest anger. It was but a bunch of insignificant ants; if one batch perished, he could easily gather another.

What really mattered was his relationship with Xu Lao Ying, not some mountain gate of the Wuyi Sect.

And Xu Lao Ying had not expected that after he destroyed the Wuyi Sect’s gate at Beimang, Wang Chan would not be angry at all.

With his six senses and Tongming abilities, he could naturally sense that Wang Chan was not suppressing his anger while feigning politeness; he truly did not care about the destroyed gate. Instead, he was more concerned about the reasons behind Xu’s sword-wielding destruction.

Facing such an old friend, Xu Lao Ying naturally couldn’t be as brutal and domineering as he was with Wang Wei. He lowered the long sword that had been blocking his front, and the young swordsman, pointing towards the other side of Min Mountain, said stiffly, “Over there, there once was an earthen stockade with a thousand-year heritage. The natives therein lived peaceful lives of farming and weaving, untouched by the world, not wealthy but content. They were bold and straightforward, kind and open-hearted, and extremely hospitable; even foreigners who did not speak their language could feel the sincerity in their smiles and the simplicity in their hearts.”

“The women there were skillful with their hands, creating wooden and silver artifacts with unique styles, and weaving patterns on cloth so beautiful, many of which I have not seen in Zhongzhou!”

“They worshipped the Ruoshui River, calling themselves children of Ruoshui, believing it was the river that made their homeland where they could flourish. Thus, on the first of July each year, they held their festival. This year, it was the Zhaba Earth Stockade’s one thousand three hundred and ninety-ninth ceremony, which means they have lived on this land for a full fourteen hundred years!”

“Wang Chan, tell me, what right does the Wuyi Sect have to demand their food and strong men, and to force them to change the beliefs they have held for fourteen hundred years, to submit to a fabricated lie conjured by a seductive evil!?”

“I see,” Wang Chan said with a light chuckle, “So it’s for those natives that you are concerned?”

With a look of sudden understanding mingled with the exasperated smile of seeing a relative make a foolish mistake, Wang Chan’s smile contained too many indescribable things, making Xu Lao Ying’s teeth itch.

“What are you laughing at!?”

“I’m laughing at you,” Wang Chan said, squinting his eyes. “Do you still remember how the Xu Clan first preached when they arrived in the ignorant Yuanzhou?”

“I… Of course, I remember,” the formerly righteous Xu Lao Ying suddenly found himself short of breath, yet still stubbornly insisted, “But the Xu Clan did it to provide them with a better life and education, it was a necessary King’s Way!”

“Isn’t the Wuyi Sect doing exactly the same thing?” Wang Chan said with a light smile. “Spiritual rites and group formations are teachings of martial arts that surpass combined attacks. To use the same tracks for carts, the same writing for books, and the same rules for conduct is the very foundation of all teachings. Why is the Wuyi Sect only brutal towards the natives? It’s because these people are so ignorant they cannot advance. Humanity has prospered for a thousand years, yet they still worship the civilization of the dark ages without any desire for progress. If this continues, even after another thousand years, they will still be just as frail and ignorant!”

“That’s sophistry!” Xu Lao Ying hotly retorted. “Conquering through either submission or death, such a simplistic and crude method, is not education but rather forcibly making the natives bow down!”

“What the Wuyi Sect is doing is identical to what the Xu Clan did in Yuanzhou back in the day!” Looking at Xu Lao Ying, Wang Chan said indifferently, “A thousand five hundred years ago, Yuanzhou was home to over ten million native tribes, each with its own customs. And after the ‘civilizing’ by the Xu Clan, are there any native tribes left in Yuanzhou now?”

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With an indescribable, unknowable smirk, Wang Chan questioned Xu Lao Ying, “I want to ask, where have all those disappeared native tribes gone to?”