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In today's Hua Gang, with the Dragon King dead and gone, only Tang Haoran remains, and he is likely filled with uncertainty, unsure of what exactly is placed on the spirit platform.
Facing Jufeng's outburst, Yu Jianyuan remained silent. Although he could have spoken about the impossibility of serving both loyalty and righteousness, he was internally torn—no amount of grandiloquent words could mask the deep-seated guilt within him. He could only cling to his resolve.
After a long pause, Jufeng finally calmed his anger. Having found no outlet for his frustrations until now, he vented loudly at Yu Jianyuan, feeling much better afterward.
The restoration of Hua Gang had benefited greatly from Hurricane's support. Whether in their joint efforts against the Unification Alliance or in terms of financial and material resources, Hurricane had once been Hua Gang's strongest ally. However, now that Hua Gang had successfully restored its former glory, it seemed to disregard past friendships and favors. Such a narrative, regardless of the era or nation, would always find righteousness firmly on Hurricane's side.
Yet Jufeng did not wish to wave the banner of justice. The Underworld was different from politics; there was no need for public approval, and he truly did not care about right or wrong. What he felt was hatred and resentment—because the people of Hua Gang were too rigid. They knew full well that their actions were wrong but could not resolutely oppose Hurricane. In the end, they found themselves trapped in a dilemma of loyalty and righteousness, which was utterly infuriating.
This is why he favored Wu Li so much; for Wu Li, the matters of the world had no strict boundaries—one simply needed to follow their heart. But Yu Jianyuan and his companions were different; they bound themselves with moral shackles, making things difficult for themselves and gaining nothing in return, which was truly tiresome.
Jufeng sighed helplessly. Whether it was their scholar-official spirit or their adherence to outdated principles, he knew he was powerless to change anything and could only attempt to shift his perspective.
Jufeng couldn't help but ask, "You know very well that you can't go all out against Situ Yu. What will you do if he strikes hard? Will you martyr yourself? Why not learn from Lin Cheng and die more decisively? Is it really that important to be posthumously awarded a title of hero by Hua Gang?"
Hearing this, Yu Jianyuan couldn't help but laugh—a mix of self-deprecation, helplessness, and more importantly, acceptance. He replied, "Once a person is dead, who cares about their reputation after death? As long as I live without regret in my heart."
"Are you without regret now?" Jufeng pressed on.
Yu Jianyuan pondered this question carefully. Since Pizza Hut took over Hua Gang, he had withdrawn from its decision-making circle and did not participate in any discussions; if there were tasks to be done, he merely executed them. In truth, this was a soulless existence; relatively speaking, it resembled Lin Cheng’s death or Wu Li’s departure from trouble—much more carefree.
However, they were both ordinary men; Tang Haoran was also an ordinary man. These two ordinary men could not escape their ordinariness and could only struggle within the mundane world. They could not afford to be carefree.
Yu Jianyuan attempted to say, "At least in this way now, I have found a balance."
Jufeng scoffed at this remark and retorted sharply, "A nonsense balance!"
No further attempts bore fruit; Jufeng frowned slightly and did not wish to continue playing Tai Chi with Yu Jianyuan. Perhaps this would be their last meeting; however, Jufeng felt he had done all he could. The rest would be left to fate.
Jufeng stood up and turned to leave the room. Just as he was about to step out the door, he paused thoughtfully and finally spoke again.
"In the past, I would never have said such things. But now that Snow Moon is imprisoned and Lin Cheng is dead, I do not want any more sorrowful stories unfolding. Therefore, I must."
"The doors of Hurricane are always open for you. If you come to understand anything clearly, we will welcome you at any time."
Yu Jianyuan's body trembled slightly as he watched Jufeng disappear into the doorway, a faint smile slowly spreading across his lips.
He felt a sense of relief; even at the last moment, Jufeng had opened a door for him and was willing to be his friend.
If he were to die this way, it wouldn't be in vain.
Jufeng stepped out of Yu Jianyuan's room and walked straight to another room. He pushed the door open, only to find more than one person inside.
Situ Yu was there, along with an elderly man with white hair. Behind the old man stood six young individuals dressed in brown robes, and as Jufeng's gaze swept over them, he felt a slight shock within.
The Elder Council was indeed old but not stagnant; their foundation was solid enough. These six young people were clearly practitioners of martial arts, and their talents were impressive.
Jufeng casually sat down in a chair and poured himself a cup of water from the jug on the table. Although he had just finished drinking in another room and wasn't thirsty, he felt the need to maintain an air of authority.
He didn't look at the old man—who should have been the main figure here—but turned his attention to Situ Yu instead, asking a question that was both amusing and absurd.
"You actually dared to come alone? Aren't you afraid this old fossil will kill you?"
Situ Yu was taken aback by Jufeng's unexpectedly harsh tone. It seemed he had no intention of sitting down for a civil conversation; he was ready for a fight.
However, Situ Yu was no longer the naive youth he once was, thanks to his sister's efforts in nurturing him. After a brief moment of surprise, he regained his composure and replied, "Elder Delong Wang does not resort to such methods."
Upon hearing Situ Yu's words, Jufeng scoffed dismissively. "An old man who refuses to die isn't a thief; he's just becoming wise. He's afraid that if he kills you, Snow Moon will come out and rally her troops, leaving him as a lone commander without support!"
Situ Yu shrugged; he found it difficult to adapt to such dialogue and chose not to respond further since there was no place for him to speak anyway.
With Situ Yu silent, the atmosphere grew tense. Throughout it all, the elderly man continued sipping his tea, not even glancing up when Jufeng entered.
After a long pause, Jufeng suddenly lifted his head and stared directly at the old man, raising an eyebrow. "Old fossil, do you think I'm too young, too showy, too immature, or simply beneath your notice?"
Jufeng used four "toos," speaking so quickly that it left others struggling to keep up.
At last, the old man raised his head and looked at Jufeng.
Without waiting for the old man to respond, he suddenly threw the teacup in his hand behind him.
The first young man quickly raised his hand to catch the teacup, but just as his fingers were about to touch it, he suddenly felt something was off. The teacup spun with a hidden force in his palm, and he was about to lose his grip.
Seeing this, the other five young men quickly reached out to help, placing their hands on the back of the struggling young man, but it still didn't work.
"Bang!"
The six young men suddenly crashed into the wall, and the teacup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
He reined in his arrogant demeanor and said very seriously, "Because I have this strength!"
(To be continued)
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