"the175division,17corpmanderssenrgeaircraft*10,the17regimentandgiventhehighestrespectfor*******fighters,oldsoldiersneverdie,,thesoulforever."
"The 175th Division..., to all officers and soldiers of the 17th Regiment, the highest respect to the warriors who sought freedom. Old soldiers have not died; the spirit of the army lives forever."
"The 175th Division..., ???????, the spirit of the army ??????."
The text in Ji Feng's livestream could be freely translated for viewers from different countries. At this moment, countless viewers, whether in Asia or elsewhere, saw that barrage, and the atmosphere in the livestream suddenly grew heavy.
That was a weighty barrage!
"Damn..., that old bastard is seriously rich..., fuck, that money would be enough for me to buy every League of Legends skin." While everyone was still shocked by the previous barrage, another glaring one suddenly flashed across the livestream.
People from the same country liked to fight amongst themselves over many things. No, they could fight amongst themselves over anything. But there was one time when everyone stood united against outsiders: military matters.
That barrage instantly set off a volcano, and countless viewers began tearing into it.
Since Ji Feng's livestream automatically translated text, everyone basically assumed the speaker was one of their own. Saying something like that was humiliating them in front of foreigners. If they didn't stomp on him now, they simply couldn't vent their anger.
The barrage had been posted by a viewer named "Spit Abroad and Shout Baka." He was obviously Chinese, and probably only Chinese people understood that reference.
"Good thing I didn't let my grandpa see the barrage. If he had, it probably would've angered the old man to death."
A gold barrage appeared.
"Fuck, even a young guy like me is about to die of rage, okay?! My head spun just now, and my heart stopped from anger for ten seconds. This kind of brain-dead idiot is unbelievable."
"Wishing the old man good health. Tipping School Belle *10... Spit Abroad and Shout Baka, I've already paid to dig up your personal information. Don't let me find you, or I'll beat your balls off."
"Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. Tipping Great Sword *8."
"Wishing the old man good health and offering my sincerest respect. Tipping School Belle *6. Is that brain-dead idiot still here? I seriously want to stomp your head flat. How can someone as stupid as you even exist?"
"It's already rare to see anyone uphold our army's tradition of calling them commanders, fighters, and guards. A guard from the 129th Division of the New Fourth Army salutes Comrade Commander. Tipping Doubao *1000."
"I never expected to feel this long-lost unity in Brother Feng's livestream. The last time I felt it was on my school basketball team. Watching the stream just now, I thought the Pandaren gathering around Brother Feng looked ridiculous. But now I finally understand what it feels like to stand united. Salute to the old soldiers! Tipping Chicken Neck *100."
"This feels even better than watching Brother Feng's battle just now. Everyone's hearts are linked together. Tipping Fireworks *66. Salute!"
"At this moment, we are one family. Tipping the streamer Great Sword *10. Salute..."
A leader's wisdom lay in uniting people of different races beneath the same banner. What kind of wisdom should a leader possess? The wisdom of the older generation—the ordinary, unremarkable wisdom.
Equality, freedom, sacrifice. Those were the things.
At that moment, Ji Feng felt great, and the viewers truly felt great too. The red notifications flooding the screen reached an unimaginable level.
Showing off and slapping faces did feel good, but it was only a brief kind of pleasure, like that brief moment after doing something indescribable—it was over quickly. But today, everyone had united to curse one person, and everyone had joined together to wish another well. That feeling was no longer some low-grade thrill. It was the kind of satisfaction people could savor for a long time.
It was like you and your brothers winning a championship final together. That exhilaration felt even better than going for a run with a goddess. After all, you could arrange a "run" anytime, but the feeling of everyone joining together and giving their all for one thing was not something easily experienced...
129 million points.
137 million points.
150 million points.
157 million points.
This time, the viewers had all chipped in. The number on Ji Feng's livestream screen was rapidly climbing, and reaching Lv. 6 was already within sight.
The livestream was incredibly lively, but the area before the village suddenly fell quiet. Sage Feili slowly walked toward Ji Feng, and everyone's eyes focused on him.
"Cough, cough..., Ji Shadowwind, I... I believe you now. I believe you truly possess some extraordinary inheritance. I apologize for my earlier offense..." The crowd parted to make way as Feili and his two disciples approached Ji Feng. Sage Feili placed one hand over his chest and bowed slightly.
When Sage Feili came over, Ji Feng had assumed he was about to say something harsh. Seeing him suddenly become so polite, Ji Feng didn't know what to say for a moment.
He swallowed, opened his mouth several times, then felt it was inappropriate and said nothing.
"Sage Feili, Ji may truly possess Ancestral Power. In this era, we need such unmatched strength. Don't blame us for not supporting you... I know you find it difficult to say, so I'll say it for you. Ji, could you return Xue Nu's Spear to Sage Feili?"
Although Sage Yan Suxin could not see, he had a pair of discerning eyes in his heart. He could sense what Sage Feili was thinking.
"This..."
At this moment, the other three sages also looked toward Ji Feng. They had dealt with Feili plenty of times, and seeing him reduced to such a state, they hoped Ji Feng would let him off.
"Sage Feili, you want to take back Xue Nu's Spear? Then let me ask you a question first. How does one depose a sage?"
"My clan brothers are still on The Wandering Isle, living shackled lives. Yet the sage of my Shadowwind Village has no intention of rescuing them. I want to depose the Shadowwind sage. If you can help me, I'll return Xue Nu's Spear to you."
Xue Nu's Spear could provide Ji Feng with over 400 combat power. It was crucial to his fight against the Shadowwind sage, so he would not easily return it to Feili.
"As expected..., you really do want to depose a sage. Ji, do you think sages are holding back the clan's progress?" Before Sage Feili could speak, Sage Yan Suxin spoke first.
Although the sages of Xuehua Village, Qianmo Village, Jingji Village, Whispering Cloud Village, and Feili Village stood beside him, Ji Feng still had to say what he believed needed to be said sooner or later.
"Villages, sages... Over thousands of years, the authority of the Celestials has fallen into mortal hands. Every village has its own sage, but can sages truly govern villages well? In my view, it is time to end this era of sages ruling independently. Now is the time for a great reshuffling of the Pandaren clan."
Ji Feng shouted.
"Ji, what nonsense are you talking about? Sages are the guardians of the august Celestials. We have received the Celestials' blessings. If we do not rule the villages, then who will?"
"I dare not claim to govern a village particularly well, but I have never oppressed anyone. Though Xuehua Village is small, no one has ever said our village is bad..."
"Ji, how dare you depose sages? That's going too far!"
The sages of Xuehua Village, Qianmo Village, and Jingji Village were all displeased. At that moment, they all felt that Ji Feng was questioning them.
"Within three months, the White Tiger Celestial will reappear in the world. At that time, sages will naturally lose their authority... I have received guidance from the ancestors. Before long, I will go to the Land of Imprints and rescue the White Tiger Celestial."
Ji Feng had previously accepted an Epic Quest. If he failed to complete it within three months, the system would erase him. To save the White Tiger Celestial, he had to command an iron army. He had to gather strength and rescue the slaves captured by the Mogu, and the foundation for all of that was overthrowing the Shadowwind Clan's sage.
"Within three months, the White Tiger Celestial will reappear? Th-this is true? The ancestors told you this as well?"
"That's right. The White Tiger Celestial is imprisoned atop the deepest peak of Kun-Lai Summit. Gather an army and rescue the Celestial, and we Pandaren will gain the combined strength of the Celestials and the ancestors. With those two powers combined, even the Mogu Empire will be nothing to fear."
Ji Feng spoke eloquently.
"Haha, when I succeeded as the sage of Whispering Cloud Village a hundred years ago, I already felt that the sage system was decaying and rotten. I never expected that I would only hear someone else question it at my age..."
"Ji, I see a vast, vibrant power within you. Perhaps the Ancestral Power you speak of really can save the Celestials... I, Yan Suxin, hereby promise that I will be the final sage of Whispering Cloud Village. I lend you my Sage Token, Niuzao's Banner. One day, use it to break the shackles and save the Celestials..."
Whispering Cloud Village was too weak to resist the Mogu. Sage Yan was blind, and his descendants were still too young to bear the position of sage.
Now, Sage Yan chose another path. He wanted to find support for Whispering Cloud Village, and that support was Ji Feng.
"This is Niuzao's Banner, the Sage Token of Whispering Cloud Village. It is not a weapon, but a battle flag. Carry it on your back, and you will possess the power of the Celestials..." Sage Yan Suxin slammed the bamboo staff in his hand against the ground, and a plume of green smoke immediately rose from it.
Suddenly, the projection of a black ox appeared in the air. The bamboo staff had vanished, replaced by a flag.
It was a flag emblazoned with the pattern of a black ox. It was about one meter long and half a meter wide, entirely made of wood. Iron rings connected the flagpole to its square banner, and whenever the flag moved, the rings clinked crisply.
At that moment, whether viewers or Pandaren, everyone's eyes were drawn to Niuzao's Banner.
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