Seeing Young Master Changchuan challenge Long Chen, Master Yunyang and the others turned pale. Whether it was Long Chen, Xu Changchuan, or Bai Shishi, they were all the main forces of this Nine Provinces Conference. Civil war was absolutely unacceptable.
"Not interested." Long Chen shook his head.
"As a strong warrior, you should defeat all heroes. You're so weak—what right do you have to pursue Fairy Shishi?" Xu Changchuan said angrily.
Long Chen sneered, "This is hilarious. Who said I was pursuing Bai Shishi?" Besides, do you need qualifications to pursue someone?
Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with a child like you. I'm past the age of being competitive, so it's best not to provoke me, because I'm very busy. After
Long Chen finished speaking, he waved his hand, ignoring everyone and continuing to sweep the floor.
"Are you looking down on me?" Xu Changchuan said coldly.
Long Chen didn't even look up, didn't spare him a glance, just lowered his head and swept the floor. Xu Changchuan clenched his fists, the strange phenomenon behind him trembling slightly—clearly furious.
But he had his own pride. Long Chen didn't want to fight him, so he wouldn't force it.
"Long Chen, sooner or later we'll have a battle between us. I'll wait for you." Young Master Changchuan snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Watching Young Master Changchuan leave, Master Yunyang breathed a sigh of relief and left with his men.
After everyone left, Long Chen slowly swung his broom, sweeping the fallen leaves together. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, scattering them again. All his previous efforts had been in vain.
Long Chen was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. At that moment, the old sweeper appeared out of thin air.
"How does it feel?" The old man asked.
Long Chen said gratefully, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. It feels very good. Don't judge merits or faults by results, nor judge heroes by success or failure."
The way of heaven is fair; as long as you work hard, you will surely reap rewards. However, sometimes these gains are visible, sometimes not.
It also made me realize that seeing is not always the truth, and what cannot be seen does not mean it does not exist.
A single broom can sweep away the dust before my eyes and reveal another world. The kindness of your guidance, senior, is something Long Chen will remember in his heart. The
feeling of all your efforts wasted makes you angry, depressed, and as if all your efforts have gone to nothing. That sense of despair is unbearably painful.
But today, Long Chen had a new insight. Even if he ultimately failed, it didn't mean he gained nothing.
Long Chen's mindset suddenly became clear. The shadow left by the failure on the Tianwu Continent gradually faded, and he finally felt a sense of joy emerging from the shadows.
In the final battle of the Tianwu Continent, although the continent was destroyed and many people died, the final result was that its people survived, fulfilling the trust entrusted to him by the continent.
Moreover, after that battle, he fully realized his shortcomings. Where there is gain, there is loss; likewise, where there is loss, there is gain. If you spend all day regretting the balance between gains and losses, that is the greatest foolishness.
"Guidance?" No, this is not guidance, because if you don't even know right or wrong, how can you talk about giving advice? The
old man shook his head, reached out to take the broom, and started sweeping again, saying as he swept:
"Right and wrong, right and wrong, good and evil—is there a standard to measure the two?"
If so, who made it? Is the standard of the person who formulated it necessarily correct? Do you also bring your own stance and lean more toward yourself?
Where there are rules, there must be loopholes; without rules, the world falls into chaos. Everything and all things, all laws and paths—where should we go? I'm afraid only the Sovereign decides. Have you ever thought about becoming the Lord of All Paths? "
Senior..."
Long Chen was startled. The old man's words seemed to contain some kind of heavenly secret, or perhaps conveyed something to him. But by the time the old man finished speaking, the person had already disappeared.
His words seemed to be directed at Long Chen, or perhaps to himself, leaving Long Chen completely confused.
The old man's words seemed to touch on a higher level. Whether it was some kind of hint stirred up Long Chen's heart, leaving him unable to calm down.
Long Chen pondered for a long time, still not understanding the old man's meaning. According to the old man, in this world, there is no such thing as right or wrong—it's simply a matter of different stances.
"Brother Long Chen..."
Long Chen was lost in thought when a childish call suddenly woke him. Colorful lights danced before him, and a seven-colored crane appeared before him.
The rainbow-colored crane shimmered with flowing light, eventually transforming into a little girl like a porcelain doll. Her beautiful big eyes were like stars in the night sky, and seeing Long Chen made her eyes curve into crescent moons with excitement.
"Brother, I'm here to find you!" That little girl was the transformed Seven-Colored Immortal Crane, the same girl Long Chen had met when he entered the inner sect and said Long Chen was a good person.
But today she came alone without any companions. Seeing Long Chen excited, she reached out her small hand for him to carry her.
Long Chen had felt a bit heavy at first, but seeing this delicate little girl and seeing her smile, his heart warmed. Beautiful things can help people forget their worries.
Being held by Long Chen, the little girl became even happier. Hearing her silvery, bell-like laughter, Long Chen felt completely relaxed.
"Brother, let me tell you, that grandpa is really amazing." The little girl leaned close to Long Chen's ear, whispering mysteriously.
"The grandpa who sweeps the floor?" Long Chen asked.
"That's right, our Caihe clan has lived a long life. From the moment I was born until now, I've already sent off three generations of deans.
But that old sweeping grandpa had already sent off nine generations of our clan. When our first ancestor arrived, he was already sweeping the floor. The little girl whispered, as if afraid someone would overhear.
Long Chen was startled. Although he felt this old sweeper was definitely extraordinary, he had never imagined that this old man had lived for countless years—he was practically a living fossil.
The young girl had seen off three generations of deans, while the old sweeper had sent away nine generations of the Seven-Colored Crane. Long Chen could hardly imagine how long this old man had lived.
"Ah... My mother told me to go back, but it was bad. I must have talked out of my way and made her angry, so she told me to go back so early. The young girl suddenly showed a hint of reluctance on her face, looking a bit frustrated.
Long Chen didn't know what had happened, nor how to comfort her, so he could only quietly watch her.
The little girl stretched out her small hand, and suddenly a feather appeared in her hand. The feathers were black and white, but when it appeared, her whole body radiated a seven-colored divine light.
"Mom said I should give this to you, saying it might be useful to you. Alright, brother, I'm leaving now. Next time I'll come find you to play." The young girl reluctantly waved goodbye to Long Chen, then turned and transformed into a seven-colored crane, flying away.
"Primal True Feather"
When Long Chen carefully examined the feather in his hand, he couldn't help but tremble all over.