Read Novel Full Chapter 1225: Chapter 1219: Same Kind Of People
Chapter 1225: Chapter 1219: Same Kind Of People
“I will cooperate with you,” Li Wei said, offering a slight nod.
“That is not enough.”
A sparkling seed materialized in the air and floated gently toward Li Wei.
“Consume it. All our past enmities will vanish into thin air, and together, we can obtain everything.”
Li Wei caught the seed.
He looked up and asked, “So, the Peerless Hall is now loyal to the Empress?”
“We are loyal to ourselves.” Min Tiange remained perfectly composed, as if no worldly event could cause even the slightest ripple in his heart.
Li Wei stared down at the Dao Seed in his palm, lost in thought for a long time.
Seeing the Li Clan’s Old Ancestor remain motionless, Ba Siyu finally spoke up, his voice a deep rumble.
“Daoist friend, a few days ago, General Min met with the Empress. Her Majesty officially bestowed upon him the title of Grand Marshal of the Western Frontier.
The Blood Moon you see above us is General Min’s grand arrangement, spanning many years of preparation. It is capable of causing the Wu Tribe to turn their weapons against their own kind.
As we speak, the Rising Sun Sage Elder and the Moon Dragon Tribe have already fled in panic.”
“You speak too much!” He Qianxia snapped, glaring angrily at Ba Siyu.
“I understand now.”
Li Wei kept his eyes fixed on the Dao Seed, his voice growing faint.
“Gu Fenghua’s life meant nothing. Uncle Rain’s life meant nothing. And the lives of all the soldiers stationed in this Western Frontier mean absolutely nothing in your eyes.”
“What the Empress truly wants is territory, and she is willing to raise a vicious hound like you, Min Tiange, to get it.
No wonder she sent your father to the Northern Frontier—she was afraid he would kill you himself.”
Li Wei exhaled a long, heavy breath.
“When that bitch schemes, every link in her chain tightly locks into the next. She isn’t even afraid of plotting herself into an early grave.”
“Insolent!” Ba Siyu and He Qianxia roared in unison.
Min Tiange’s calm expression instantly turned gloomy.
Li Wei closed his fist around the Dao Seed and ruthlessly crushed it into dust.
In truth, swallowing the Dao Seed wouldn’t have posed a fatal threat to him.
However, Li Wei knew perfectly well that since he would automatically return to the system space a hundred days after consuming it, his sudden disappearance would lead Min Tiange to suspect the Li Clan was connected to Holy Monk Yidian breaking his Dao Seed in the past.
“Has Your Excellency thought this through?” Min Tiange’s voice was like ice. “Angering me is by no means a wise move.”
Li Wei merely sneered. “Is this also how you forced Gu Fenghua’s hand?”
The four cultivators fell into a chilling silence.
Gu Fenghua’s only response to their threats back then had been the thrust of his long spear.
When the four from the Peerless Hall had besieged him, of the two elders involved in the vanguard, only He Qianxia had managed to survive.
Even now, the mere memory of Gu Fenghua’s merciless spear filled He Qianxia’s eyes with a lingering, visceral dread.
And now…
The Li Clan’s Old Ancestor standing before them, just like Gu Fenghua, wielded a spear of his own!
The group watched as the Li Clan’s Old Ancestor waved his hand slightly.
A glowing array materialized in the cloudy sky, and a blue long spear dropped directly into his grasp, its mid-grade Spirit Treasure aura radiating a piercing, unmistakable sharpness.
“Uncle Rain’s Spear,” He Qianxia muttered, his expression darkening further.
Gu Fenghua’s Spear Dao had been forged with a relentless, suicidal momentum; he had been perfectly willing to perish in both body and Dao just to drag one enemy down to hell with him.
Thankfully, the target he had locked onto wasn’t He Qianxia, otherwise, he would have had no path to survival.
Now, standing before them was another fierce spear user who had similarly refused the Dao Seed. He Qianxia felt a familiar surge of fear.
With the long spear gripped firmly in hand.
Li Wei looked at the enemies surrounding him. It seemed his wish to linger in the mortal realm a little longer was not meant to be.
“Daoist friend,” Ba Siyu said, narrowing his eyes dangerously. “You are not Gu Fenghua. Remember, the entire Li Clan stands behind you.”
“Do you truly believe your mastery of spatial rules allows you to do whatever you please in this world?”
Dharma Master Hongzhen took a deep, steadying breath. “The Peerless Hall is not the Dusheng Nunnery.”
Li Wei turned a deaf ear to their warnings.
He fixed his gaze solely on the gloomy-faced Min Tiange.
“The Empress is a fool. She can never satiate a ravenous wolf like you. Your Blood Moon is already expanding toward Deston Prefecture. Past Deston Prefecture lies the straight path directly into the Central Plains—to Grandhaven City.”
Hearing this unmasking of his plans, a sharp trace of coldness flashed through Min Tiange’s eyes.
“You want the Wu Tribe to cross the border, you want the Fourth Prince to cross the border… Your appetite is far greater than Wenren Xianyi ever imagined.”
Li Wei let the harsh winds of the Western Frontier batter against his robes.
“You claimed we are the same kind of people. We are not. I harbor none of your massive ambitions. My only desire is for my descendants to multiply, thrive, and live in peace.”
“My greatest joy is hearing the loud cries of a newborn in my family. It’s watching Dalong carry the baby in a joyous circle, shouting to the heavens that the child has the aptitude for farming.
That is a truly beautiful thing. But now? When children are born, their parents can only pray they have the talent to become cultivators, because the world around us has never allowed us a moment of peace.”
“When they grow up, my deepest wish is for them to simply be ordinary commoners, to plow the fields, to be humble shopkeepers, to worry only about mundane things like firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
It may be trivial, but it is a secure life—a life that doesn’t place them on the edge of a blade.
Yet, they are forced to cultivate. Every single year, my descendants die attempting perilous breakthroughs, or they die bleeding on battlefields. My family’s halls are far too frequently draped in white mourning silk.”
“I want to watch them enter the marriage halls. Sure, some of the brats are troublesome, seducing commoners’ daughters before they even come of age. Our family traditions strictly forbid such things, so they come crying to me, begging their Old Ancestor to save them from punishment.
But now? They don’t even have the time for romance. They don’t know if they will survive to see the next sunrise, so they refuse to drag a beautiful, innocent girl down with them.”
“When the time comes for ancestral sacrifices, I want to see my children safely gathered in the hall, burning incense for me. I want joyous reunions, banquets overflowing with laughter and warmth. Instead, the only things discussed at our tables are killing, plotting, and deceit.”
“People like you force our Li Clan to live without peace, generation after generation, pushing us forward into the crushing waves of the Imperial Dynasty, leaving us battered by wind and rain, unable to step away from the board even if we try.”
Li Wei exhaled a long breath, his earnest gaze piercing straight through Min Tiange. “Could we ever just find a time to sit down at a table, and have you all finally let us go? Is that even possible in this world?”
A clear, solitary breeze swept through the oppressive, cloudy sky.
It lifted the hair of the gathered cultivators.
Dharma Master Hongzhen quietly chanted another Buddhist mantra, He Qianxia’s painted eyes darted around erratically, Ba Siyu’s frown deepened, and Min Tiange merely narrowed his eyes.
For a long time, the group remained entirely silent.
Breaking the silence, Min Tiange slowly produced another Dao Seed. “No one in this world can escape the current. Swallow the Dao Seed, Your Excellency, or your Azure Cloud Prefecture will have no future.”
“Hahaha!”
Beneath the crimson glow of the Blood Moon, Li Wei’s hearty laughter echoed out, startling the night.
Abruptly, his laughter ceased. His gaze turned incredibly piercing, his expression contorting into something truly ferocious.
“No future? Good! Very good! Our hands are already stained with blood anyway. Then let’s see if it’s you who denies our Li Clan a future, or if our Li Clan carves out its own future through absolute slaughter!”
“Come, fight!”
With a fierce, heaven-shaking roar, the sharp edges of his spear shadows gleamed beneath the Blood Moon, and the black mist crackled violently in the wind, erupting outward like a roaring inferno.
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