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Chapter 169 Come on, let me tell you my nonsense.
"you know?"

Nan Ran was puzzled by the White Fox King's reaction and couldn't help but ask a question.

The white raccoon king jumped around excitedly.

[Demon Spirit Essence!!]
[Demon Spirit Essence!!]
[This is the essence of a ninth-tier demon spirit!!]
[In the past thousand years, only one member of my White Fox Clan has managed to condense an eighth-tier demon spirit essence, but he exhausted his cultivation and died in the process.]
But in the end, the Water Glow Fruit actually grew into the shape of a demon spirit essence?

unreasonable!
This is completely unreasonable!!
After calming down, the White Fox King couldn't figure out the key to this matter no matter how hard he tried.

"You mean to say that this Water-Shining Fruit is the same thing as the demonic essence condensed by your White Fox Clan?!"

Nan Ran stared at the Water Glow Fruit in shock, blinked, and then took out the demon spirit essence that the White Fox King had given her earlier from her spatial storage.

According to the White Fox King, the demon spirit essence it presented was of the fifth rank.

It is the only fifth-tier demon spirit essence to appear in the White Raccoon Clan in the last three hundred years.

Because the most talented expert in the clan back then exhausted his cultivation and died while trying to condense the essence of an eighth-order demon spirit.

As a result, the White Raccoon Clan experienced a severe decline in their innate abilities.

No rats will ever again condense the essence of sixth-tier or higher demon spirits.

[...Later on, even successive White Fox Kings found it difficult to condense the essence of demonic spirits above the third rank.]
The White Fox King bitterly mocked himself: "[We don't know what happened, why we're like this.]"
[We can only fall into self-doubt, deny ourselves, and finally accept it; this is God's punishment for us.]
[It's because our White Fox Clan has had such a smooth life, with our innate pure spirit bodies, that we can cultivate without any obstacles.]
Even if our combat strength isn't high, as long as we stay deep within the dungeon and stick together, even high-level monsters won't dare to provoke us easily.
[We were so carefree that even the heavens couldn't stand it and racked their brains to take away our talents...]
Nan Ran couldn't help but speak up, interrupting it: "So, did your powerful figure receive some kind of instruction, so he deliberately went to condense that eighth-order demon spirit essence, and then died from exhaustion of his cultivation, in order to frighten your entire clan into regressing in talent?"

No, that's not it...
The White Fox King said matter-of-factly, "[The pursuit of the supreme Dao is the lifelong goal of every cultivator; why would one need instructions from others?]"
Don't you want to become the strongest on the Beast Continent and ascend to the upper realm...?
"No!" Nan Ran denied it immediately before it could finish speaking.

Having lived through her previous life, Nan Ran knows herself all too well.

She is actually a person who is very prone to extremism and obsession. Once she has a goal, she will spend her whole life trying to achieve it.

But she was just an ordinary person with extremely limited talent, so much so that all her goals eventually became obsessions and shackles, troubling her for half her life.

For example, when I was a child, I was determined to go to Tsinghua University, so I repeated my studies for ten years, but I still failed to get in.

For example, after entering society, she felt that she should be rich, very rich, so she lived frugally, worked three jobs a day, and finally saved two million. Just as she was about to start working towards her third million, she suddenly died.

It's pitiful that she worked hard for half her life, accumulating over two million yuan in savings, but never enjoyed a single penny of it.

Therefore, she has no intention of setting any goals for herself in this lifetime.

I don't even want to hear it.

She just wanted to be a couch potato, living a comfortable and lazy life, occasionally making a small effort to earn some resources, and then continuing to lie low and do nothing.

The little mouse of the White Fox King blinked its eyes, seemingly never having imagined that someone would be unwilling to become the strongest.

Nan Ran coughed twice: "But what you said makes sense. Who wouldn't want to be the strongest?"

People only say they're not interested in money after they have more money than they can spend.

When you're really broke, you're incredibly interested!

They'd do anything to make more money.

Make lots of money, more money than you can spend.

"But then again, since no one gave that powerful figure from your White Raccoon Clan instructions, how can it be said that Heaven took away your talent?" Nan Ran glanced at the White Raccoon King: "If it's really as you say, that Heaven took away your talent, then how did you condense a fifth-tier demon spirit essence?"

She took out the spirit essence that the White Fox King had given her and compared it with the Watery Fruit in her hand.

Although they weren't very similar, when she took out a piece of the Water Glowing Fruit that had fallen off during its wild growth process and compared it with the Water Glowing Fruit, she discovered that the fifth-tier demon spirit essence was indeed the same thing as the Water Glowing Fruit.

This……

This is getting interesting!
[But if it weren't for the jealousy of the heavens, why have none of the rats of my clan since then been able to condense a high-level demon spirit essence?]
The White Fox King seemed to be arguing logically, yet also appeared genuinely confused.

Even the Frostbears were equally puzzled.

[It's true that the continent of ten thousand beasts hasn't seen the appearance of high-level demon spirit essences for a long time...]
Evil Fleece sighed.

Even if they exist, they were mostly condensed many years ago by the White Fox Clan before they were suppressed, and they were only circulated among those high-level experts.

"This is easy to explain."

Nan Ran gave them an example: "If you put a bunch of fleas that can jump two feet high into a jar that is only half a foot high, they will definitely be able to jump out easily."

"But if you put a lid on this half-foot-tall jar, when the fleas jump up, they will hit the lid and then repeatedly bump into the sides."

"Over time, these fleas can only jump to a height of about half a foot."

Even if you remove the lid, these fleas still can't jump more than half a foot high.

"Even their offspring can only jump to a height of less than half a foot..."

Nan Ran shrugged: "The example may not be appropriate, but the principle is similar."

"The fact that the powerful White Fox Rat Clan member of that time died because he forcibly condensed the essence of a high-level demon spirit, which led to the exhaustion of his cultivation and his death, has become a taboo subject in the hearts of all the descendants of the White Fox Rat Clan."

"Because you are filled with fear, you dare not break through the level of the demon spirit essence you have condensed."

"Over time, you will naturally become unable to break through to higher levels..."

Nan Ran blinked: "In fact, if I'm not mistaken, your White Fox Clan should have passed down the deeds of that powerful figure from generation to generation, told orally, right?"

[It is indeed passed down from generation to generation...] The White Fox King murmured, already somewhat believing Nan Ran's words.

"If I'm not mistaken, that powerful figure was used by you as a negative example."

"The purpose and tone of this story that you have passed down from generation to generation is to prevent future generations of rats from relying on their high talent and attempting to condense high-level demon spirit essence, which would then backfire and cause the White Fox Rat Clan to lose another talented strongman, leaving the entire clan without protection."

The White Fox King was speechless.

Because Nan Ran guessed right again!

The elders of their tribe indeed used that powerful figure as a negative example, warning them to know how to bide their time and not to be rash...

It used to scoff at claims that the White Raccoon Clan were born with pure spiritual bodies and were naturally coveted by humans.

What's the point of living a long life if you just keep running away and hiding?
It's better to do something spectacular...

(End of this chapter)