The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

"Do you know why most people, even when they see injustice, won't stand up for it?" Han Fei asked.

"Why?" Ye Xiao looked at him.

Han Fei said, "Because after they step forward, they have too much to lose."

"They have families, jobs, homes, and daily routines they must face every day."

"What should we eat tomorrow? Where will the children go to school? Do the sick parents need medicine?"

"Those problems are like dozens of ropes, each one connected to their hands and feet."

"You say they should stand up and fight back, but once they stand up, the ropes will tighten."

Han Fei's words were not without reason.

He discussed this issue from a universal, holistic perspective.

These profound principles were beyond Ye Xiao's comprehension.

Even children understand these principles.

But Ye Xiao did not follow Han Fei's line of thought.

Instead, it jumped out.

In this secluded valley, a paradise on earth.

The two entered into a debate once again.

But this time.

The confrontation was gone, unlike the tense atmosphere we had at the main hall of the Fa Que Temple last time.

It was more of a clash and exchange of ideas between the two people.

Ye Xiao said to Han Fei, "But you are not an ordinary person either. You were once the head of the Fa Que, and you have access to a large number of confidential files. If you step forward, it will not only affect one person, but the entire system."

After listening, Han Fei smiled slightly, not to mock or belittle Ye Xiao.

He felt a mix of emotions.

Many of the thoughts and ideas that emerged from Ye Xiao were actually the same things that Han Fei would have thought about when he was young.

It's not that those things or those ideas are wrong.

They are full of energy and vigor, with the fearlessness of a newborn calf, and even the drive to overturn the world!

Han Fei admired and cherished this spirit.

Because this was a spirit he had when he was young, but one he can no longer possess now.

The spirit of youth is a non-renewable resource!

When Han Fei looked at Ye Xiao, the image became vivid and concrete.

Han Fei pondered for a moment how to answer Ye Xiao's question.

He finally gave a very serious answer.

"If I stand up, I will die."

When discussing the topic of "death".

Han Fei remained calm in both tone and attitude.

"My death may shake some people temporarily, but it will not fundamentally change that immortal city."

Han Fei's voice was soft, but full of unwavering strength.

He continued speaking.

"The foundation of that city was maintained by a group of living people."

"They uphold justice not because they believe in it, but because upholding it allows them to continue enjoying their privileges."

Han Fei succinctly revealed the true nature of the Immortal City in a single sentence.

It even reveals the essence of this world.

Han Fei saw it very clearly: "Kill one of me, and they can install another. You kill one generation, and they will cultivate another. The resilience of this system does not lie in the ability of any one person, but in its ability to continuously generate beneficiaries from the existing order."

When Han Fei spoke these despairing words in a calm tone.

Ye Xiao felt heavy-hearted.

The truth is indeed more cruel than imagined.

It was so cruel it was almost suffocating.

"So you mean to do nothing and let it fall apart naturally?"

"No. What I mean is, change can't happen in a single burst; it requires long-term, continuous, and uninterrupted effort."

Han Fei put down the teapot and looked at the distant mountain ridgeline.

The morning light gilded the undulating contours with a bright golden edge, as if the whole earth was slowly awakening.

"Long-term, continuous, and uninterrupted..."

Ye Xiao repeated Han Fei's words.

His words, unlike those of the old man in the black coat, were not direct; each sentence contained a deeper meaning and nuance.

Han Fei nodded.

"Yes, long-term, continuous, and constantly interrupted. Old Man Hei lived his whole life, only to get one outburst in return."

Ye Xiao was stunned for a moment after hearing the name "Uncle Black".

He looked at Han Fei in surprise, seemingly lost in thought.

"You're not trying to convince me to give up; you're reminding me not to live on anger alone."

Han Fei smiled.

"Anger is meant to ignite a fire, not to burn you."

This moment.

Ye Xiao sensed a lock on his heart.

Suddenly it was untied.

Those dead ends that he couldn't get through slowly became clear at this moment.

Ye Xiao took a deep breath.

He nodded at Han Fei.

"Old Man Hei is someone who always lives in the shadows, but I won't respond to him with just one outburst."

Han Fei's smile grew increasingly gratified and satisfied.

He was very happy to see Ye Xiao's transformation.

This boy.

Since Grandpa Hei values ​​and takes it so seriously.

They were even willing to risk his life to pave a path for him.

Han Fei had no doubts whatsoever.

His decision to betray the Immortal City and come here must have been the right thing to do.

at this time.

Han Fei also saw in the boy before him the same shining qualities that Old Man Hei had once seen.

Ye Xiao regained his senses.

He went to the stream, squatted down, and then washed his face with the water.

Water droplets dripped down his face and onto the pebbles.

Ye Xiao casually shook off the water, feeling refreshed, and sat down at the stone table.

This moment.

Han Fei could see that the young man before him had a completely renewed appearance and spirit.

And this time.

Ye Xiao continued to question Han Fei.

"I have another question for you."

"you say."

Do you consider anger a useful tool or a useless emotion?

Han Fei thought for a moment: "Anger is fuel, but it can't be a steering wheel. It can make you run faster, but it doesn't tell you where to run."

"If you only have anger but no direction, you will keep going in circles, smashing stones and tamping the ground, but you will never get close to where you want to go."

Ye Xiao stroked his chin thoughtfully.

have to say.

Han Fei was a man of great wisdom.

After all, he was the man who could sit in the center of the main hall of the Dharma Palace.

How could he possibly be an ordinary person?

"Then what is the direction?"

"I believe it's about commitment! It's about seeing the world as it truly is, still deciding to stay in it, and gradually transforming it, instead of replacing thinking with hatred."

"Hatred cannot replace thinking," Ye Xiao added, "but hatred can allow you to make a choice firmly after you have thought it through."

Han Fei's gaze lingered on his face for a moment.

It was as if he was confirming that what he had just said wasn't something hastily put together.

It had been lingering in her mind for a long time.

"So, you've already figured out how to use this hatred?"