Chapter 263: Lingering Grudges, the Demon Clan Will Rise
Faced with Qian Bao’er’s words, Chen Changsheng maintained a calm expression, taking out a set of tea utensils to begin brewing tea.
Noticing that Chen Changsheng did not respond immediately, Qian Bao’er raised her head and downed a cup of fine wine, then spoke again.
“Xiancha, I am asking you something.”
“What position do you plan to arrange for me in this War of Gods?”
As she asked again, the smile on Bao’er’s face vanished.
Realizing that something was off, Tianxuan coldly replied, “Bao’er, you are drunk.”
“Shut up!”
“Buzz!”
A Treasure Gathering Basin floated directly in the air, a powerful pressure enveloping everyone.
Confronted with Qian Bao’er’s fury, Tianxuan opened his mouth several times but ultimately could not say a word.
Seeing this, Qian Bao’er once again looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, “Xiancha, what position do you intend to arrange for me in the War of Gods?”
For the third time, the tea-brewing Chen Changsheng finally spoke.
“What position do you want?”
“Hahaha!”
“Xiancha, you finally decided to speak. I thought you had gone mute.”
“Arranging a position isn’t important. Bao’er is not someone who lacks understanding.”
“However, I am more interested in knowing what position Sister Meng Yu holds on the God List.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng calmly said, “Meng Yu is not on the God List; she still has her uses.”
“What about Elder Brother Tianxuan?”
“The same applies.”
“Hahaha!”
Hearing this, Qian Bao’er burst into laughter.
“I understand now; those who are useful do not need to be on the God List. In your eyes, Xiancha, they are merely useless people.”
“Xiancha, if Bao’er remembers correctly, you once said that everyone would be treated equally in the War of Gods.”
“Just for your term ‘equal treatment’, my Qian Family of thirty-eight people have all made it onto the God List without a complaint.”
“Now you tell me that those who are useful will not be on the God List. Why is that?”
“Crash!”
The wine cup in Qian Bao’er’s hand shattered.
And it shattered right in front of Chen Changsheng.
Glancing at the broken wine cup on the ground, Chen Changsheng still brewed tea at a leisurely pace.
“If you do not want to go, the War of Gods can exempt the Qian Family.”
“Hahaha!”
“Xiancha, you’re joking. My Qian Family is loyal and righteous; we would never be those who lack understanding.”
“If all thirty-eight members of the Qian Family do not d*e on the battlefield, how could five hundred thousand cultivators under Wanfeng Merchant Association be willing to risk their lives?”
“Xiancha is inviting us to our deaths, isn’t it for this purpose?”
Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng looked up at the red-eyed Qian Bao’er.
“I do not like drinking because alcohol clouds the mind.”
“You’ve consumed so much wine, you should drink some tea to clear your head.”
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng picked up a cup of hot tea and handed it to Qian Bao’er.
Seeing this, Qian Bao’er strode towards Chen Changsheng and gulped down the tea in the cup.
Faced with the extremely bitter tea, there was not a shred of expression on Qian Bao’er’s face.
“Sweet and tasty, Xiancha truly knows how to brew good tea.”
“Now I finally understand why Xiancha likes to drink this type of tea.”
“No matter how bitter the tea in the cup is, it cannot be more bitter than the unpredictable people.”
After speaking, Qian Bao’er put down the tea cup and said, “Xiancha, Bao’er got tipsy today; please don’t take my nonsense to heart.”
“I still have matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first.”
As her words fell, Qian Bao’er turned to leave, but halfway through, her steps came to a halt.
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Turning to glance at Tianxuan, who looked somewhat ashamed, Qian Bao’er casually tossed him a longevity lock.
“Elder Brother Tianxuan, this is a gift for the child.”
“Sister Linglong gave birth not long ago and is still somewhat weak; she really shouldn’t attend the War of Gods.”
Saying this, Qian Bao’er’s figure completely disappeared.
After Qian Bao’er’s outburst, the previously lively banquet fell silent.
“Everyone leave; I want to be alone.”
Lifting his tea cup, Chen Changsheng calmly said a sentence.
Facing Chen Changsheng’s request, everyone didn’t know what to say for a moment and eventually had to leave quietly.
Once everyone left, Chen Changsheng quietly savored the bitter tea in his hands.
Seeing this, Bai Ze shook his head and then lay next to Chen Changsheng’s feet.
……
“Wuwuwu!”
The once stubborn Qian Bao’er was now hiding on a mountaintop, crying bitterly.
“Oh dear!”
“Why is my Bao’er hiding here and crying secretly?”
“Who bullied my Bao’er? Speak so the teacher can hear!”
Upon hearing this, the sobbing Qian Bao’er looked up.
Nalan Xingde’s figure instantly came into view.
“Teacher!”
Qian Bao’er called out pitifully, then threw herself into Nalan Xingde’s arms.
Faced with this situation, Nalan Xingde gently patted Qian Bao’er’s back, like comforting a wronged child.
“Cry it out! Cry it out!”
“Once you cry, it will feel better inside. The world is like this; you mustn’t blame Xiancha.”
After a while, Qian Bao’er wiped her tears and looked up.
“Teacher, why does Xiancha treat some people differently? Am I really inferior in his eyes compared to others?”
Hearing this, Nalan Xingde pulled Qian Bao’er onto a large rock, and they sat side by side.
“Bao’er, the decision Xiancha made comes from a pain in his heart that is far greater than yours.”
“You haven’t experienced the most real Xiancha, so there are some things you don’t understand.”
“Xiancha is a person who values emotions deeply, yet fate does not allow him to do so.”
“There is a saying in Daoism: ‘Faint emotions are shallow, yet heavy in loyalty.’ Xiancha is that kind of person.”
In the face of Nalan Xingde’s words, Qian Bao’er pouted and replied, “I don’t understand what this means.”
“It simply means that in a person’s life, they will meet many people and have many relationships.”
“Family, friendship, love, and so on—some people place great importance on these feelings, while others do not care at all.”
“However, there is also a concept of fate in relationships; Xiancha values emotions, but his fate is shallow.”
“To put it even more simply, Xiancha is destined to not walk to the end with every relationship.”
Upon hearing this, Qian Bao’er pondered for a moment and said, “Is that why Xiancha would let some people not be on the God List?”
“Not really,” Nalan Xingde shook his head and replied. “Some people are not on the God List because they have a more painful path to tread.”
“The War of Gods is about to begin. Do you know what happens after the War of Gods?”
Upon hearing this, Qian Bao’er honestly shook her head.
“Assuming the War of Gods results in a victory, then after the victory, this world will be ruled by the Demon Clan.”
With these words, Qian Bao’er stood up excitedly.
“How could this be possible?”
“Why is it not possible? This is a predetermined outcome.”
“The entire cultivation community knows of the Demon Clan, yet very few truly understand the fundamental differences between the Demon Clan and the Human Clan.”
“After the War of Gods, the Demon Clan will rise. This is an unchangeable fact.”
