Chapter 1180: Fairness (2/2)
Li Qiye withdrew his gaze and blinked before setting the teacup down again: “There’s no need to feel regret or anger, you did not bring an enemy to the citadel.”
The dazed youth asked: “What do you mean?”
Li Qiye smiled and said: “Think about it, even if you didn’t bring me here, how would that stop me from wanting the calabash? I need it in order to heal the Peac.o.c.k Tree, so whether you led me here or not doesn’t matter at all.”
Nevertheless, Teng Jiwen still felt guilty because it was him who took Li Qiye here.
Li Qiye began: “Instead of standing there hating me or feeling regretful, why not seize the opportunity?”
He looked at Li Qiye and asked: “What opportunity?”
“A chance to maintain the peace of your citadel.” Li Qiye lightly said: “Me telling you to bring me here was to give you and the citadel a chance for peace. Complete the trade willingly and there will be no need for killing, for blood to stain these walls. This is a transaction beneficial to both sides.”
“Take this chance and I won’t have to bother cutting people’s heads off one by one, and your citadel won’t have to lose too many people. Finally, everyone would happily end this deal with a smile on their faces.” Li Qiye glanced at the youth after saying this.
The boy blurted out: “But you are just forcing us! How is this a deal? Do we actually have a say in this matter—”
Li Qiye interrupted him with a wave of his sleeve: “What you are choosing between is the trade or the collapse of the ancestral vine and your citadel turning into ashes! To be frank, right now, your citadel only consists of a bunch of idiots…”
Having said that, his glare turned cold: “A group of greedy fools that only want everything without paying the price. Your ancestral vine’s calamity has lasted for how many years? Yet you all have failed to eradicate it. Were you willing to pay a fortune to look for an alchemist in the nine worlds? The answer is no, the effort has never been there. This so-called search for an alchemist was only a little sham…”
“... To be even harsher, the descendants of the Heavenvine Citadel are a bunch of parasites latching onto the vine itself! You’re all only worrying about your own desires instead of thinking about the ancestral vine. Meanwhile, those undying geezers struggling to live till now, are they actually thinking about trading away the calabash? No, they simply don’t want to die! In their eyes, their dog lives are more important than the calamity that is tormenting their ancestral vine!” He sneered with disdain.
“If you weren’t the treefather’s descendants, I’m sure it would have trampled all of you to death, a bunch of vermins and parasites!” He was particularly harsh this time.
This denunciation left Teng Jiwen’s complexion red and white. At this moment, he had even forgotten to refute.
“We, we still have plenty of time…” He replied weakly. In fact, he didn’t know if this was true or not. If Li Qiye was speaking the truth, then they didn’t have that much time left.
“Plenty of time?” Li Qiye laughed: “How many times do you think those geezers have repeated this phrase? Ever since the end of Immortal Emperor Bu Si, how many generations have pa.s.sed?”
“Your ancestors only know how to spew this worthless drivel and have never proven it with any actions! Just a bunch of tras.h.!.+” Li Qiye sneered in disdain and said: “Go repeat every single word I have said to them. Let them know that they are all talk, a bunch of useless parasites! So what if they are strong? Using the calabash to prolong their own lives without doing s.h.i.+t, there is nothing more useless than them!”
Teng Jiwen was quite stimulated by this blatant disdain. He wanted to retort, but no words came out of his gaping mouth. He felt completely powerless to refute Li Qiye.
“If I didn’t want the calabash to save the Peac.o.c.k Tree, I wouldn’t bother coming here. Your ancestral vine’s fate has nothing to do with me. To be frank, if I didn’t have to save the Peac.o.c.k Tree, even if your ancestors prostrated before me while handing over the calabash to save your ancestral vine, I wouldn’t care about your citadel’s bulls.h.i.+t!” Li Qiye coldly stared at the youth.
Teng Jiwen stood there for a moment, speechless. At this minute, he felt his voice waning away. This was because Li Qiye’s words had penetrated his innermost thoughts. He was right, the citadel had never cared for or tried to save the ancestral vine.