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His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and his originally hunched back was now straight as if he were turning all the hatred in his life into this rebuke.
"who do you think You Are?!"
"Peace between humans and transvestites?!"
The old man staggered forward two steps, his voice suddenly rising in pitch, filled with heart-wrenching pain.
"We've had hundreds, even thousands, of disputes. Why should you just say we can have peace?!"
Do you know how many lives were sacrificed to build the word "peace"?
He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, not even noticing the blood seeping out.
The turbid tears finally burst from her eyes, rolling down her wrinkled cheeks and splashing onto the bluestone slab in front of her, raising tiny specks of dust.
Do you know how many people lose their loved ones because of monsters every year?
The old man's voice gradually became hoarse, yet it carried a weighty weight.
Do you know how many people have been killed or eaten by monsters?
"You don't know! You don't know anything!"
He suddenly raised his hand to his chest and began to cough violently.
After catching his breath, he looked at Mu Qinghan with eyes full of despair and indignation.
“Tell me, back then, my family of five—my parents, my wife, and my child who had just turned three—were all killed by that beast!”
"I'm all alone now. How can I let go of this deep-seated hatred?!"
"Tell me, how am I supposed to live peacefully with those monsters!"
"Tell me, how are millions of people like me supposed to live in harmony with them?!"
He practically roared out his last words, and the sorrow in his voice weighed heavily on everyone present.
As everyone watched the old man's trembling figure, their expressions were extremely complex. The discussions that had been filled with anticipation vanished instantly, leaving only a deathly silence.
Everyone knows that this old man has spent his entire life slaying demons.
For fifty years, he carried a rusty iron sword and traveled hundreds of miles around, saving nearly a thousand innocent people from the clutches of monsters.
Countless nights, people could see him sitting alone in front of his wife and children's graves, silently wiping the sword stained with demon blood.
His hatred was not unfounded, but an obsession etched into his very bones, a deep-seated hatred earned at the cost of his loved ones' lives.
Mu Qinghan looked at him and frowned slightly.
But the old man was not afraid at all, and even drew the sword from his waist.
"Monsters are evil, and they won't reason with you."
"You are a genius, you are a prodigy, you are the greatest of all time!"
"But in my old man's eyes, you're just a fool!"
"If you insist on doing those foolish things, this old man will fight to the death today..."
"We'll stop you too!"
Chapter 119 Advancement (1)
Mu Qinghan's robes swept across the corner of the table, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of everyone present.
The commotion from before suddenly froze. The crowd that had been gathered around seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, instinctively moving aside to make way for a straight path.
Only the sword energy surrounding him flowed slowly in the air.
But this concession did not last long.
Three teenagers suddenly rushed out from behind the crowd, their thin bodies pressed tightly together, like three young animals protecting their cubs, blocking Old Man Zhu's way.
The boy in the lead was only eleven or twelve years old. His knuckles were white from gripping the wooden sword, but his voice was still childish and trembling.
"Don't hurt Grandpa Zhu!"
The girl behind him had red eyes and tears that had soaked her clothes, but she still forced herself to raise her head and bow deeply to Mu Qinghan.
"Young Master Mu, my grandfather didn't mean to talk back to you. He was just... just worried that the people would be hurt again. Please... don't... don't kill him."
The youngest child clutched the girl's clothes, adding timidly, his voice barely audible yet exceptionally firm.
"Young Master Mu, Grandpa is a good person. He brings us sweet cakes and teaches us to write. You are also the immortal young master that everyone talks about. You wouldn't hurt a good person, right?"
"Young Master Mu, please... please..."
The faint pleas mingled together, like a fine needle gently piercing the heavy atmosphere around them.
Everyone knows that these children are orphans that Old Zhu rescued from the war years ago.
When they were homeless, it was Old Man Zhu who took them in at the side courtyard of the Dao Alliance. No matter how busy he was each month, he would bring them newly sewn clothes, sweet snacks, and the spare change he had saved to visit them.
Nowadays, even the older children will take the initiative to do light work such as organizing books and cleaning the gate, hoping to help Old Man Zhu lighten his burden.
Those around them watched this scene, their lips moved as if they wanted to plead for the children, but when their eyes fell on the faint golden magic power emanating from Mu Qinghan, all their words stuck in their throats.
The aura seemed calm, but it contained a chilling pressure, as if any slight movement would be completely crushed by this power.
Mu Qinghan stopped in front of the children, his dark eyes falling on their tense little faces, and his originally cold expression slowly melted away.
The next second, he suddenly smiled slightly, a smile as if the ice and snow were melting, instantly dispelling the chill around him.
He slightly raised his right hand, and a gentle white magical power quietly appeared, like a soft feather, gently wrapping around the waist and abdomen of the three children, steadily moving them to the side of the stone steps.
"Mu Qinghan, if you dare, come at me!"
Upon seeing this, Old Zhu immediately took a step forward, his withered hand gripping the sword hilt tightly, his eyes filled with vigilance.
"Don't hurt the children!"
Mu Qinghan withdrew his hand, turned his gaze to Old Man Zhu, and spoke with no anger but rather with respect.
"Don't worry, sir, I won't hurt them, nor will I hurt you."
He nodded slightly, his posture sincere, "I have seen and respected your sincerity in speaking frankly for the people—I have never thought that what you said was wrong."
Old Zhu's voice still trembled slightly, his eyes filled with confusion, "Then...then what are you going to do..."
"Sir, I do not intend to forcibly reverse all grievances."
Mu Qinghan took a half step forward, his tone calm, "The grudges between the human and demon realms have accumulated for hundreds of years, and the hatred has long been etched into their bones. It is unrealistic to expect to quell it all in one day."
"The 'peace' I speak of has never referred to all demons, but rather to those demons who harbor good intentions and yearn for a peaceful life—they only wish to protect their own territory and live a tranquil existence."
"A benevolent monster?"
Old Zhu raised his voice, his tone full of doubt.
"What kind of kind monsters are there in this world? I witnessed firsthand the horrific scenes of those demons slaughtering villages and annihilating hamlets back then!"
Mu Qinghan's voice was clear and firm, each word striking the ears of everyone.
"The monsters of Tushan never harm people on their own initiative."
He glanced up and swept his gaze over the Dao Alliance disciples present, his eyes resolute.
"Over the years, many members of the Dao Alliance have gone to Tushan to provoke us. Each time, we have made the first move, but what about the monsters of Tushan?"
"At most, they could only drive the people back and let their disciples return with minor injuries."
"I might have less money and clothes on me, but it's still a form of compensation."
"Consider this: if Tu Shan Hong Hong, the Demon Queen of Tu Shan, were to truly kill them, would those disciples still be alive?"
"Let alone their lives, she could have easily crippled their magic power, but in the end, everyone returned to the Dao Alliance intact."
He leaned slightly forward, his gaze falling on Old Man Zhu, his tone carrying a hint of guidance.
"Sir, do you think this can be considered Tushan extending goodwill to us?"
"They clearly had overwhelming strength, yet they always left themselves room to maneuver. Isn't that proof of 'goodness'?"
"Tu...Tushan..."
Old Zhu opened his mouth, the scene of the Dao Alliance disciples returning from Tushan back then was still in his memory.
He had never imagined there was such a hidden story behind it, and for a moment he couldn't find the words to refute it.
"Not just Tushan."
Mu Qinghan's voice continued, dropping an even more shocking piece of news.
"I visited the Northern Mountain Demon Clan in person a few years ago."
"There were no sword fights there, and even scenes of monsters and humans living together."
"How can it be?!"
This time, the one who spoke up in rebuttal was a middle-aged Taoist priest in the crowd. His face was flushed red, and his hand holding the whisk was trembling.
"The demons of Beishan were all slaves of the Demon-Controlling Kingdom back then! They hate humans to the core, how could they possibly live peacefully with humans? This is absolutely a lie you made up!"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the people here."
Mu Qinghan stepped aside and looked at Li Zizai and the others standing to the side.
“My friends went to Beishan with me back then and witnessed it all firsthand.”
"Yes! I can testify!"
Li Zizai took the first step forward, his voice clear and bright.
"There are several shops in the Northern Mountain Demon Realm, all run by humans. They sell sugar figurines that are even sweeter than those from our Dao Alliance, and their pastries are served hot!"
"I saw it too."
Li Quzhuo nodded in agreement, his tone tinged with emotion.
“Once we passed by a small courtyard and saw an old woman holding a fox spirit child. The fox spirit even helped the old woman air out her quilts. The two of them were laughing and talking, just like an ordinary grandmother and grandson—they even hugged each other.”
Wang Quanzui also stepped forward gently, "At that time, the Northern Mountain Demon Emperor Shi Kuan stopped us. He clearly had such great power, but he didn't attack us. He just asked us a few questions about our purpose and let us leave safely."
Aoki Yuan nodded in agreement, "I used my spiritual powers to sense them, and those humans showed no sign of fear; their eyes were filled with peace—that wasn't an act."
Several voices rang out in succession, and none of the heirs of the major core families refuted them. Instead, they all testified for Mu Qinghan's words.