Chapter 811: Chimen Difu (I)
Yu Yuwei’s voice was low, but it echoed through the cave dwelling, causing the young man to pause. Li Quantao’s lips trembled, and a blush rose to his still-recovering face.
He turned his head slightly and said softly, “None of them are good people. My father was ruined by Chi Wei, trapped on the mountain for life and unable to take a single step out. He was forced to refine pills like a drug slave. Purple Mansion Realm cultivators have always been the most heartless of all.”
The group sat in helpless silence inside the cave. Yu Yuwei coughed twice, his expression unreadable, and replied quietly, “Quantao, we might not make it out alive this time. I don’t have many years left either, so let me be frank. If the one who had been injured and trapped in the secret realm back then had been Li Encheng, and he had formed his Purple Mansion Realm, he would have been even more terrifying than Chi Wei.”
Li Quantao already held some resentment toward the old man. When he heard this, his expression froze, and anger surged up. He abruptly stood up. The entanglement between Li Encheng and Chi Wei was old history.
Forcing himself to restrain his anger, he spoke coldly, “What are you talking about, senior?! What about how Yu Yuxie was harmed? This is heartless and unjust! Even if you bear no hatred toward him, how can you speak well of him? My father had his faults, but it is not your place to judge!”
Yu Yuwei sighed and replied, “You are nothing like Li Encheng... There’s no point dredging up these old, moldy matters. I have long come to terms with it. And let’s be honest, when you and I look upon those in the Qi Cultivation or Embryonic Breathing Realms, do we treat them any better? From our position, if sacrificing a few unrelated cultivators meant gaining treasures like the Qi Wang’s Profound Heaven Hearing or the Xinyou Pristine Marsh Seal, would you take the chance or not?”
Li Quantao opened his mouth but fell silent. Yu Yuwei chuckled. “Don’t talk to me about how heartless the Purple Mansion Realm is. The esteemed families whip tenant farmers, cultivators trample those in the Embryonic Breathing Realm, and human blood becomes fine spirit medicine. Immortal Foundations consume it to unlock divine arts... It has been nothing but blood and tears for over a thousand years. Ruthlessness is the true path of the immortals.”
The old man sat in the cave with arms folded, his words drawing a sideways glance from Li Xizhi. Veteran cultivators like Yu Yuwei had witnessed three centuries of rises and falls, so he must have many stories.
“It’s just... not the time for such talk yet.”