The first time he was mocked, Ji Feng endured it out of respect for Sage Yan Suxin. But Sage Feili had mocked him again and again, and now Ji Feng could no longer swallow this insult.
Besides, he had been planning to ally with Whispering Cloud Village. Now Feili Village wanted to insert itself into the matter—how could he possibly give it that chance? If he did not strike back now, then when would he?
"Sage Feili, I am a slave, that's right... I was once a Mogu slave. But this slave once defeated the Mogu warrior Shanbu. This slave escaped back from The Wandering Isle with his younger sister through his own efforts. This slave gained the support of Sindragosa Village of the Elf race in just three days. So, how does this slave compare to you?"
Since he had opened his mouth, Ji Feng had already prepared to tear all pretenses apart. He could sense that these sages were not particularly strong, so he had nothing to fear.
"How dare you! What are you saying? You actually dare compare yourself to me? I am the sage of Feili Village..." Sage Feili flew into a rage after hearing Ji Feng's words and immediately rose to his feet.
At that moment, the other sages whispered among themselves, all utterly shocked. None of them had expected Ji Feng to confront a sage head-on. Such a thing had never happened before.
"Hahaha... So what if you're the sage of Feili Village? Let me ask you: what praiseworthy deeds have you ever accomplished? Go on, tell me. Let me properly praise you, mighty and illustrious Sage..."
Ji Feng laughed wantonly and stood as well.
Most Pandaren in the Land of Zuldazar spent their entire lives within their own little patch of land. Even sages rarely left the Land of Zuldazar. Some sages did not even know whether Mogu warriors were strong or weak. They were all conservative Pandaren—how could they possibly accomplish anything earth-shaking?
"I... I've done things. I've done many great things! Even if I told you what I've done, you wouldn't understand! Fighting Zandalar, clashing with the Yaungol—these are races you've probably never even seen!" Sage Feili's face reddened, veins bulging across his forehead as he argued loudly.
"Hehe... I think that old bastard is lying. He's never fought Zandalar or the Yaungol at all."
"Brother Feng, expose him! You have to expose him! It'd be best if you slapped his face hard. Damn it, this old bastard is awful, yet he's acting like he's completely justified! He's exactly like my homeroom teacher when he was showing off. I seriously want to break that old dog's legs!"
"Brother Feng, where's your positive energy? All I see is you showing off. I don't see any positive energy! I called my entire family over to watch your stream tonight, so don't screw with me!"
"Streamer, you may seem to have the upper hand right now, but you still haven't answered the matter of the Ancestral Legacy. The situation will completely swing toward that old bastard soon. Think of something, quickly."
The number of viewers in the stream had now climbed to seven hundred thousand. The comments were endless. Most of the viewers had called over their friends and family to watch the stream together. Whether Ji Feng's showing off succeeded or failed today mattered greatly.
"Everyone! This time, I'm ready to turn against the Pandaren. In truth, I also wanted to see what the Pandaren truly wanted tonight. Tonight's show is beginning early."
Taking a deep breath, Ji Feng sent out a comment.
At the same time, he swept his gaze over the sages and the warriors around them before suddenly speaking.
"Sage Feili, I, Ji Shadowwind, truly admire the earth-shaking deeds you claim to have done. But what I want to say today is this: we—I mean our Pandaren people—have we ever done even one thing, just one thing, that could be passed down through the ages? So long as the Mogu stand over our heads and oppress us, we Pandaren will never be qualified to leave our names in history..."
"The so-called Ancestral Legacy is the ancestors' martial path and the spirit of the sages. Now, I have grasped the ancestors' martial path, and I have inherited their spirit..."
The lowest level of showing off was making others yield outwardly while remaining unconvinced inside. That was the crude level of relying on force to suppress others. A higher level was making them yield both outwardly and inwardly, something that required both strength and personal charisma. But the highest level was making someone remain convinced for the rest of their life, leaving them with no choice but to admire you. That was the level Ji Feng intended to reach today.
"Damn... Has the streamer gone insane? He actually admitted that he possesses the Pandaren ancestors' legacy. But he doesn't seem to have anything that represents the ancestors!"
"The odds are still thirty-seventy. Don't throw your life away under their tower! There's still a chance to turn this around, Brother Feng. Don't give up!"
"Brother Feng, I completely can't understand this round of showing off. Is my level too low? Or did you turn yourself into some kind of treasure..."
"He's done for. I think the streamer is a complete idiot!"
The viewers could not understand what Ji Feng was trying to do. The comments surged in a frenzy, overwhelmingly criticizing him. Everyone sincerely believed the streamer had gone mad.
"Ji Shadowwind, I have to admit that the things you mentioned just now are all difficult to believe. But I do not think you are lying. I must say, you are talented. Since you have mentioned the ancestors, I have to ask: what is the spirit of the ancestors? And what is the ancestors' martial path?"
Sage Xuehua rose to her feet as well. The two young female Pandaren seated beside her also turned to look at Ji Feng.
"The spirit of the ancestors... The spirit of the ancestors is faith, honor, unity, and the resolve to change this world. What you seek is peace for your villages and the reputation of a sage. But I have already stopped caring about such things. Before I am a descendant of Shadowwind, I am first and foremost a Pandaren."
Using poetry and songs to show off and slap faces could at most make people yield both outwardly and inwardly. No matter how good a poem was, it could not compare to the impact brought by the changing times. What Ji Feng was about to do was stir up a massive wave.
"Haha... I don't want to hear any of that. I only want to know whether the ancestors gave you any token, or whether they left behind some prophecy. If you are merely trying to attract attention and fight for a sage's seat, then I advise you not to waste your efforts..."
Sage Feili frowned deeply and spoke with clear dissatisfaction.
"Mediocre people only chase fame and profit, never thinking of changing the world. Extraordinary people should know that they have seen far too little. Before arrogantly believing you can rule a village, you should first go out and see how vast heaven and earth truly are. We have already reached a moment of life and death, yet you still chase empty fame. What meaning is there in that?"
As Ji Feng spoke, the evening breeze swept in, stirring his linen robe. His voice was not loud, but every word struck at the heart and moved those who heard it.
Set their sights on the world, save the nation and bring peace!
At that moment, even if Ji Feng had been wrapped in nothing but a rag, no one would have dared underestimate him. In this era, in the Land of Zuldazar, no Pandaren had ever spoken such words. To the Pandaren sages, Ji Feng's words were no different from tearing apart the fog in their hearts and laying all darkness bare before their eyes.
"Continue."
At that moment, in the somewhat crowded house, everyone's gaze was fixed on Ji Feng. The sage of Jingji Village also rose to his feet.
"Before I speak further, I would like to ask all the sages: what status do you think the Pandaren will have in the future? Can we overthrow the Mogu?" As Ji Feng spoke, he raised a bowl of wine from the table and drained it in one gulp.
Today, the Pandaren struggled on under the iron hooves of the Mogu, living precarious lives without any assurance of tomorrow. In such times, the sages truly had never considered the future. Ji Feng's question abruptly silenced the room.
"I once thought that we could return to the south of Kun-Lai Summit and live peaceful lives there."
"I once thought that we could contend with the Mogu as well, that we could occupy Kun-Lai Summit and the Emerald Forest..."
No one had ever imagined—or rather, no one had dared imagine—that one day the Pandaren would rule Pandaria. Nor could they have imagined that more than a thousand years later, the Pandaren emperor Shaohao would merge with Pandaria, or perhaps become Pandaria itself.
"Have you ever considered building a Pandaren empire? An empire stretching north to the Land of Zuldazar, south to Krasarang Jungle, west to The Wandering Isle, and east to the Emerald Forest, with its imperial capital established in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms."
"In April, listen to the bamboo and the breeze in the Emerald Forest. In July, escape the summer heat atop Shadow-Panther Temple on Kun-Lai Summit. In October, bathe beneath a sky full of stars amid the wheat fields of the Valley of the Four Winds. In January, enjoy delicious fresh fish in Krasarang Jungle..."
"Only by living in an era that belongs to the Pandaren can one say their time was not wasted."
Ji Feng painted them a grand vision and wove them a beautiful dream. Compared to reality, that dream was truly as far apart as heaven and earth.
"A Pandaren empire? An empire occupying all of Pandaria? An empire unlike any other, an empire without equal? Hahaha..." The sage of Qianmo Village rose to his feet as well.
At that moment, every Pandaren began to picture such an empire in their minds.
An empire belonging to the Pandaren.
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