Mortal Cultivation

68 It Was All My Fault

Wang Wei listened to Bu Wenle’s description, and couldn’t help grating his teeth, his fists were also clenched tightly under the table.

They just listened as master Bu Wenle continued. “Since a million years ago, humans and the demons started a full-scale war, the main generals of both sides have been killed and injured more than half, and their vitality has been severely damaged. The war not only brought us humans. A devastating blow, the same is true for the beast demons.”

Wang Wei listened to Bu Wenle’s description, and couldn’t help clenching his teeth, his fists clenched tightly under the table.

They just listened as master Bu Wenle continued. “Since a million years ago, humans and the demons started a full-scale war, the main generals on both sides have been killed, while more than half fighters were injured, with their vitality being severely damaged. The war not only brought us desolation, it was also a devastating blow, the same is true for the Demons.”

“Finally, under the negotiation between the leaders of both sides, a peaceful agreement was reached between the humans and the demons. The agreement requires that for the survival of the two races, large-scale conflicts are not allowed between humans and demon races, especially human spirit masters and tenth-level magical beasts, and they cannot appear in any conflict.”

“They all agreed?” Fatty asked.

“Yes, although there are some unavoidable small-scale battles, as long as the situation doesn’t escalate, the leaders of both sides would let it go, so as to avoid another large-scale war!”

“That seems fair.” Mei’er quipped in.

“Fair enough, but what does this mean? It means that we humans are not strong enough, and we are still being suppressed by the demons! Therefore, you must work hard to cultivate and make yourself stronger, so that the demons can only bow their heads in front of us!” Bu Wenle replied. His speech became more and more excited, and the sonorous voice echoed in the hall!

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After a while, Bu Wenle stabilized his emotions, and then said. “For a long time, we human beings have finally recovered their heyday through countless generations of hard cultivation. Our spiritual masters have also become stronger than ever before, but in the same way, the demons have also accumulated a lot of power, and they always want to ride on the heads of us humans again!”

“We will fight them!” Roared Fatty.

“Yes, this wish of the demons will not come true because we humans have a decisive advantage over the demons!” Bu Wenle paused and continued. “That’s the wisdom of our humans! We humans can produce and create! And what can the demons do? All they can do is destroy! Because they can’t produce, the only source of food for the demons is hunting! And those ordinary animals, and low-level monsters are usually the main source of food for the demons!”

“Order of power.”

“Yes, and that’s why it was stated in the peace agreement. That is, if we humans want to keep hunting, we must not send out spiritual masters, lest excessive hunting will bring food shortage to the demons. Otherwise, it will cause the anger of the demons. , bring the disaster of genocide!”

“What?” Hearing this, Wang Wei couldn’t help being shocked! Human spirits cannot join the hunt? Otherwise, it would attract the wrath of the demons?

Demon’s anger? Genocide? Yes! Wang Wei suddenly thought that before the Ironwood tribe was destroyed, didn’t he just take the spiritual master to go deep into the forest of ruins to go hunting? Could it be because of that hunting hunt that caused the fury of the demons and brought disaster to his tribe?

If this was the case, didn’t father, mother, sister Shuang’er and all the clansmen die because of his decision? Was it him? Was it his fault? Wang Wei’s heart continued to struggle, his complexion changed again and again, and cold sweat kept dripping down his cheeks!

“Wei’er, what’s the matter with you? Where are you feeling?” Bu Wenle was talking, and suddenly noticed that Wang Wei looked strange.

Hearing Bu Wenle’s call, Wang Wei stood up and shouted. “No! It’s me, it’s me! It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!”

Then, he ran for the door!

Everyone looked at the departing boy with puzzled eyes. They didn’t know what happened. Why did Wang Wei acted this way?

Teacher Bu Wenle was surprised at first, and then said. “You sit down first, I’ll go take a look!” Then he quickly went after the aggrieved boy.

Seeing that Wang Wei was rushing towards the top of the mountain quickly, Bu Wenle did not dare to neglect, and followed closely. Several figures also flashed from behind. Obviously, the fat man and the others did not stay in the hall, and followed behind their master.

*It was me, it’s all my fault! Father, mother, I’m sorry! It’s all my fault.* Wang Wei rushed to the top of the mountain like a mad beast, full of self-blame!

Xuantai Mountain was not very high, but it was more than a thousand meters high. Wang Wei ran up to the top of the mountain in one breath, and suddenly knelt down on the top of the top platform. Facing the direction of the Ironwood tribe, he cried bitterly while slamming the boulder under him with his hands!

“Father, mother, it’s Wei’er who couldn’t help you! It’s all the fault of your child. My ignorance killed you and all the clan...”

Looking at Wang Wei who was crying bitterly, Bu Wenle stood quietly behind him.

Seeing that Wang Wei didn’t do anything stupid, Bu Wenle decided to wait. Give Wang Wei enough time to vent! As a teacher, Bu Wenle knew how to handle this kind of thing.

After a long time, Bu Wenle saw that Wang Wei’s mood gradually stabilized, and then he stepped forward and patted his shoulder.

“If you have something in your mind, just say it, and you will feel better!” Bu Wenle said softly.

Wang Wei had been silent for a while. Kneeling silently on the top of the mountain, his eyes stared blankly ahead. The tears on his face had already dried, leaving two wet marks.

After a long time, Wang Wei suddenly whispered softly. “Master, can I trust you?”

Bu Wenle didn’t speak, just patted Wang Wei’s shoulder lightly. Immediately sitting next to Wang Wei, he also looked into the distance and seemed to be thinking about his own thoughts. Bu Wenle knew that this was Wang Wei’s heart knot, so he would let the boy solve it himself.

After another moment of silence, Wang Wei couldn’t help but smile miserably and murmured. “Yes, I want to trust you, my father entrusted me to you, that is his trust in you, and I should trust you. Master, let me tell you a story!”




Wang Wei paused for a moment, his eyes gradually became brighter, and he looked into the distance, as if he had returned to the happy days in the past. “It was a good day when the weather was fine, the son of the Han tribe came to our Ironwood tribe. They came to propose a marriage... ...”