The Next Generation’s Future is Bright
“No one?” asked Cang Wanzi, glaring daggers at the youths usually boasting and carrying on.
Cang Wanzi could understand they weren’t in their element if Mu Yu hadn’t won, but Mu Yu gave the hubristic fiends a swordplay clinic, yet nobody raised his hand. The prevalent cowardice was ridiculous – disgraceful, in fact.
The cultivators’ concern was easy to guess. The only aspect one was evaluated on was the result, never the process. Regardless of one’s efforts, losing wouldn’t earn them anything. To the contrary, they stood to lose more than just the match. Being a hero wasn’t rewarded if the bravado didn’t pay off. Moreover, after Mu Yu’s multiple upsets, the fiends would inevitably go out there for blood to avenge their losses.
“Humans, you should rename your race as cowards. I have to repay the favour,” jeered Long Xingyun, subtly sending a threat.
Long Xingyun had almost waited for fifteen minutes.
“You go!”
“Why don’t you?”
“He wants revenge!”
“It’s all Lan Feng’s fault. Why’d he have to go and hurt the rhino? Now we have to risk our wellbeing, damn plague.”
“I agree. He should’ve just put the rhino out.”
Mu Yu: They say we’re evolving, but listening to them makes me have doubts about it. I feel stupid for defending them. I wonder if the tree elder was cognisant of humanity’s unbecoming nature when he said he’d bet on me. Maybe I was too ignorant when I vehemently insisted I’d side with humanity when he asked m-.
“What baloney are you lout spouting? You cowards who only run your mouths are the elites of your sects? How many bouts have you won with your gums?” Cang Wanzi disparaged.
“The next generation’s future is bright!” Daoist Yuan Hua sarcastically said, shaking his head.
Cang Wanzi was ready to belt some people over the head. Had it not been for the fiends’ presence, he really would’ve.
“There is no need to concern yourself with them. Stupidity is incorrigible,” Tian Ran said to Lan Feng out of the blue.
Mu Yu jolted. Tian Ran squatted down next to him and inquired, “You all right?”
Mu Yu felt better upon seeing Tian Ran. Daoist Yuan Hua and Cang Wanzi were also reasonable individuals. Mu Yu realised that labelling the world of cultivation as inherently bad because of a number of rotten eggs was unfair judgement.
Mu Yu’s gaze stopped on Tian Ran for a long time. Floods of emotions and words were dying to come out, but he couldn’t express the in the moment. He suppressed it all and bitterly shook his head. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
“My shifu said the fiends cling to grudges; they might not spare you. Take care of yourself. As for those uncouth loudmouths, just pretend you never heard them.”
Tian Ran: Is it really not him?
Purposely acting out of character, Mu Yu replied, “I know.”
Watching Tian Ran walk off was the equivalent of watching his joy and bliss depart. Mu Yu weakly muttered under his breath, “Sorry.”
The heat in the village started to build up as the sun climbed to its peak position in the sky. The irritating heat added to the unrest going through humanity’s minds.
“Are none of you going to accept the challenge? Are you really going to go home with your tails between your legs?!” yelled Cang Wanzi, bristling.
“Since nobody wants to accept the challenge, we’ll deem this our win. You lot are a joke.” Long Xingun, who could discharge his Body Severing Realm Ninth Layer energy to intimidate them, derided, “I was worried about you for nothing.”
The fiend race was willing to set aside their ego to learn from humanity to turn their weaknesses into weapons, and the difference showed.
“Why are you jumping to conclusions on your own?”
A sudden gust of wind and flower-petal rain started. He suavely hopped from petal to petal. He grabbed one of the petals wreathing around him and had a whiff.
“Here he comes again,” Mu Yu mumbled.
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