What is War For: A Burning Heart

When a race has been oppressed for a long time, they will fall into one of two states: either they will be assimilated, or they will rise up in vengeance.

More than two thousand years ago, the Thunder King abolished the Pandaren script and forbade them from speaking any language other than the Mogu tongue. Now, the Pandaren are on the verge of forgetting their vengeance. At this moment, Ji Feng's words have ignited an endless fury in the hearts of all Pandaren.

This fertile and prosperous land, the "Pearl of Azeroth," the continent of Pandaria, shall be ruled by my Pandaren tribe. At this moment, everyone harbors the thought of annihilating the Mogu.

"Ji Shadowwind, the Mogu now dominate the world, and the Thunder King has even imprisoned the Four Celestials. How can we possibly overthrow such a powerful empire? The Mogu's strength is supreme; how can we possibly be their match?"

Sage Feili was the first to regain his senses. At this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate Ji Feng, even though he still disliked him. Gritting his teeth, he questioned him fiercely.

In World of Warcraft, there is a particularly famous story within the Explorer's League reputation that tells of the origin of the Monks. This story is called "What is War For."

It recounts the Pandaren's overthrow of the Mogu. At this moment, Ji Feng could provide the answer that Feili sought. It is an answer that has been passed down for ten thousand years on Azeroth, an Epic.

"Where does the Mogu's power come from? Think carefully before answering. Many attribute it to the weapons the Mogu wield, the armor they wear, or their tomes of power. But did the Mogu truly rule Azeroth with these things?"

"For a long time, our people were enslaved by the Mogu Empire. We were forbidden from carrying weapons. We are not Warriors, we have no magic, nor do we have steel, yet we continued to fight the Mogu. Today, I tell you that the Mogu's power originates from our division and our cowardice..."

"Do you think the Mogu are truly invincible? I say we possess strength comparable to the Mogu, but we have never utilized it properly..."

What is War For?

What do we fight with? Unity and unwavering belief.

An individual in this era is like an ant; no matter how hard they try, they cannot change the direction of the rolling wheel. Only by uniting can the Pandaren truly defeat the Mogu. With surging blood and burning hearts, all the Pandaren present were stirred by Ji Feng's words.

"Ji Shadowwind, your words sound good, but you yourself said we are not Warriors, possessing neither magic nor steel. Do you know that in a direct confrontation, it takes ten Pandaren to defeat one elite Mogu soldier? Our Pandaren tribe cannot afford such losses."

At this moment, Sage Feili's face was contorted with rage. He never imagined that he couldn't suppress a slave, nor that a slave could push him this far.

"Ten, no, one is enough. Our wisdom, our hands, these have achieved... true power. If we utilize them wisely, we can change this era." Ji Feng laughed heartily and drank another bowl of wine. "Our backs have become tough from the lash. Our minds have become sharp from coexisting with the enemy. Now, who can say we are without strength? The legacy I received from my ancestors is the Way of the Warrior. I will teach this legacy to every Pandaren, so that with their own hands, they can defeat the Mogu..."

"One day, I will return to the Land of Zuldazar with the slaves of The Wandering Isle. At that time, my ancestors will guide me to overthrow the Mogu Empire and break the chains of fury..."

Ji Feng wore the clothes of a slave, but at this moment, no one dared to see him as such. At this moment, Sage Xuehua, Sage Yan Suxin, Sage Jingji, and Sage Qianmo, all four Sages, placed their hands on their chests and bowed in unison.

"May the light of my ancestors guide my path."

"May the light of my ancestors..."

"May the ancestors..."

"May..."

Except for Sage Feili, the other four Sages spoke these words in unison. At this moment, they had all been convinced by Ji Feng.

Huaxia, the capital.

In a spacious villa, a young man was watching Ji Feng's livestream with his family. At this moment, the old man of the house couldn't help but shed a tear as he watched. At this moment, he recalled the battles he had participated in.

Back then, his unit also lacked sufficient firearms, but they defeated the enemy and won honor and dignity. He wholeheartedly agreed with Ji Feng's words: the enemy's strength originates from our division and cowardice. As long as we are united, no difficulty is insurmountable...

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine. This young man is a great actor. It reminds me of when I defended our country. By the way, you've been doing well lately. I know what you're thinking. You want to study music, right? Alright, I agree today."

The elder stroked the young man's head with his withered hand and smiled.

"Dad, didn't we agree earlier that he would study management?"

"There's no need to say more. Let this boy study whatever he likes. Also, don't disturb my viewing. For years, the television has only shown Qing Dynasty dramas, which I don't like. This is the only show that has caught my eye. From now on, I'll be watching this."

The old man knew nothing about livestreams; to him, it was all just acting.

"What the hell... what's going on? The streamer said a few words, and these Sages bowed. I don't understand. Where's the promised showboating and face-slapping? Why aren't the villains taunting anymore? I was about to donate the money for my junior high tutoring materials to the streamer, but I guess I'll buy skins for League of Legends instead!"

"I'm a genius who scored 100 in both Chinese and Math, and I don't understand either. Damn it, what is this streamer doing? Forget it, I'll go play League of Legends! I just bought the entire Magical Girl skin set today..."

"Brother Feng, my grandpa said he likes your livestream and agreed to let me study music. Now, without further ado, I'm gifting you 10 'Great Swords'. Sir, you are truly talented and deserve this reward."

"Brother Feng, my great-grandpa also likes your livestream. I've never seen my great-grandpa laugh before. In my memory, he's an extremely serious person, yet tonight he laughed heartily for quite a while. Sir, you are truly talented and deserve this reward. I'm gifting you 3 'Campus Beauties'..."

"Brother Feng, I don't quite understand either, but all I know is that your showboating tonight was very successful..."

Entertainment livestreams are suitable for beginners, but tonight's livestream was not prepared for beginners. Tonight is a show for adults. The tides of the era are turning, and tonight's livestream is far from over.

"Four Sages, you... you all believe in this so-called ancestral legacy? We are Sages, followers of the Celestials. The Celestials have never spoken of any ancestral legacy... let alone the fact that this kid seems to disregard the Sages, even mentioning ancestral legacy in front of us..."

Sage Feili's demeanor shifted from arrogance to anger, then to dejection. Now, his voice carried an inexplicable anxiety, his mind completely in disarray.

"Hmph!"

Before Ji Feng could speak, Sage Qianmo suddenly stood up. He looked at Sage Feili and said, "Ji Shadowwind can certainly disregard the Sages because he possesses great martial prowess and extraordinary talent. Although he is still a commoner now, if one day the Celestial Guardians need his martial strength and talent, he might even become a Guardian. Feili, what abilities do you have? What right do you have to question the ancestral legacy? Don't think I don't know that you are a distant relative of the Great Sage of Feili Village. You became a Sage not through your own merit, but purely through connections."

"Feili Village is about the same size as Shadowwind Village. We've had enough of catering to your whims. From today onwards, my Jingji Village has decided to form an alliance with Whispering Cloud Village. Since the Celestials cannot save us, I shall rely on the power of our ancestors."

The Sage of Jingji Village was a middle-aged man. As soon as he finished speaking, several of his disciples behind him respectfully bowed to Ji Feng.

At the same time, Sage Xuehua and Sage Yan Suxin also spoke.

"Xue Song, Xue Qing, I have nothing more to teach you. You are my most outstanding disciples. From today onwards, you will follow Ji Shadowwind to learn the ancestral legacy. In the future, you may be the hope of Xuehua Village..."

"I am two hundred and eighty years old. I am about to be forgotten by this era, but the flower of life is still quietly blooming. Long, I agree to you becoming Ji Shadowwind's disciple. You must remember to protect your friends and family with your own hands, and not to disappoint them with your efforts..."

Now that the Celestials are imprisoned by the Thunder King, and Ji Feng has brought the legacy to "save" the clan, the four Sages have all made what they believe to be the best choice.

"Xue Song, Xue Qing, Long Suxin... we pay our respects to Master Ji."

At this moment, the young Pandaren martial artists all prostrated themselves. In this instant, Sage Feili and his two disciples behind him felt utterly isolated.

"You... you've done well!"

"Ji Shadowwind, you are merely a lowly slave, yet you dare claim to have received the Ancestral Legacy. Today, I will expose your true face, no matter what. These two disciples of mine are the most outstanding martial artists from my Feili Village. Right now, do you dare accept their challenge..."

If he didn't speak again, Sage Feili felt he was going mad. In his opinion, it was all Ji Feng's fault, and he still wanted to cause trouble for Ji Feng.

"Hahaha... ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Sage Feili, haven't you understood yet? We are not on the same level of martial power at all. If you want to fight, then come at me yourself! Even if you go all out, I won't fear you in the slightest..."

With a flourish, Ji Feng was incredibly dashing at this moment, his voice filled with boundless pride.

"You... fine, very well. Tomorrow morning, you and I will have a match at the entrance of Whispering Cloud Village. If you lose, you shall no longer mention the Ancestral Legacy, nor shall you set foot in the Land of Zuldazar again. Do you dare accept the challenge?" Showing his fangs, Sage Feili said with immense anger.

"You want me to agree to this fight? Of course, I can. However, if you lose, I want you to lend me the Sage's Seal."

"Fine, I'll see you at the village entrance tomorrow morning."

After the two finished their discussion, Sage Feili waved his large sleeves and led his two disciples downstairs.

At this moment, the night was already deep.

(In ancient Chinese, "何以" has two meanings: "with what?" or "for what reason?". "What is war for?" In my opinion, Kang's philosophy is about "using" one's own hands, while Emperor Shaohao repeatedly mentioned "fighting for the sake of" defeating evil and darkness. The two characters "何以" also have these two interpretations in Azeroth.)