Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

First, the competition is not forced.

Second, the competition already explains the rules.

Third, the competition offers substantial prizes.

Someone: "Is it reasonable to use huge amounts of silver to entice adults into mutual combat? Is this the fault of the silver, or the blindness of the adults?"

Feng Zhaoyang: "That’s perfectly normal. Not only for this kind of competition, but even normal work is controlled by silver, right? The Shopkeeper offers ten taels of silver, and it can make two assistants turn against each other. If he offers a hundred taels, they’ll fight each other."

"Perfectly normal."

"This world is inherently like this: pursuing profit and avoiding harm."

Yuchi does not want to comment on such matters, because he can no longer change them. This arrangement by powerful figures, don’t mention Wan Qishang, even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage has been arranged? Indeed, there are Nascent Soul Stage cultivators fighting.

Do Nascent Soul Stage cultivators lack elixirs?

Can Nascent Soul Stage cultivators really gamble on such matters?

"Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, can they die too?" Yuchi can’t help but ask in the end.

"Yes."

Feng Zhaoyang hesitated not at all, seeing Yuchi’s shocked expression, he explained directly, "Two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators may seem evenly matched, but actually one has been set up to die. They are gambling now, wondering who is destined to die, and thus start the fight."

Yuchi: "..."

This is damn eye-opening.

Feng Zhaoyang sighed, seemingly reflecting on his past life: "So one truly cannot stand alone; in this world, relying on one’s own is a very difficult way to rise."

"For example, if you and I have a grudge, and you’re just one person, then I could easily find a way to kill you. But if you have backing from the Celestial Craft Workshop, or your father Wang Haoran, even if I have a grudge, would I dare kill you? Your backers would seek vengeance."

"Killing one enemy will bring thousands more, wasting one’s life."

That’s what backing is. Children dream of flying solo, but as age increases, they learn the importance of having backing.

Parents are backing.

Even though children do not realize it, they enjoy the backing of parents while disdain others who rely on backing.

When grown, leaving that backing, suddenly realizing things.

Not knowing when, I’ve become alone. Not knowing when, I must be a backing for my children.

It’s lonely.

Similarly, parents are backing, friends and brothers also serve as backing. The more backing one has, the easier life becomes. Thus finding backing is instinctual, rooted in one’s being.

Impossible to prevent.

"But my backing eventually fell, kicking me out of the door of legend," Feng Zhaoyang squints, tears running down.

"For people like us, brought in as a husband, besides the wife’s backing, there’s truly reliance on nothing else. So I need to find new backing. Thus, I must be a lackey of Wang Haoran, no choice. Otherwise, what are Spirit Storage Stage skills worth?"

"Others still have countless ways to control you."

"It’s so painful."

Yuchi says nothing, simply looking calmly at the world before him. It seems to be just simple trees, sky, mountains, yet combined it becomes so complex. Living two lifetimes, he still doesn’t know what life means.

The absurdity brings random resentment.

What is the purpose of living?

Compared to mountain stones, what is the meaning of life? Would the world crash without living beings? If not, what is the point of life?

Ultimately the question becomes: why is there life?

The universe is cold, and all things should be indifferent. Yet here is life, trapping mankind in a tiny area with entwined resentments and grievances, shaking the heavens with cries.

Reflecting on it, wiping out all living beings from the world, it remains unchanged, thus life seems redundant?

It’s simply absurd, hard to comprehend.

Feng Zhaoyang suddenly asks, "Brother, do you know how strong the Celestial Craft Workshop is?"

Yuchi: "No clue."

He doesn’t know, yet feigns ignorance... "Where are you from?" Feng Zhaoyang smiles and says, "Judging by the current situation, even if we join forces, forget defeating the Celestial Craft Workshop; we can’t even best the mere mortal offspring of the Li Family."

"Don’t underestimate mortals. Mortals wield vast wealth, especially with the Celestial Craft Workshop’s context, cultivators from Third State are the most humble."

"As a cultivator at the Spirit Storage Stage, I’m not saying I’m very powerful, but I’m not a weakling either. But even if Wang Haoran wants me dead, he doesn’t need anyone else. A Heavenly Crafted Object summoned by the Celestial Craft Workshop, and I can’t escape. These objects were once called Divine Power, allowing mortals to exceed cultivators. Thus, in the Third State, cultivators shouldn’t be arrogant."