A Meeting of Minds: Sage Yan Suxin's Will

"The 175th Division... to all the soldiers of the 17th Corps, fighters who sought freedom, we offer our utmost respect. Old soldiers never die, their spirit lives forever."

"The 175th Division... to all the soldiers of the 17th Corps, fighters who sought freedom, we offer our utmost respect. Old soldiers never die, their spirit lives forever."

"The 175th Division... , , ."

The text in Ji Feng's livestream could be freely converted for viewers from different countries. At this moment, whether in Asia or elsewhere, countless viewers saw this comment, and the atmosphere in the livestream room suddenly turned somber.

This was a heavy comment!

"Damn... that old geezer is really rich... Shit, this money is enough for me to buy all the skins in League of Legends." Just as everyone was still shocked by the previous comment, a dazzling comment suddenly appeared in the livestream room.

When it comes to many things, Chinese people like internal conflict. No, they might have internal conflict about anything, but there's only one time when everyone unites against outsiders, and that's in military matters.

This comment immediately ignited a volcano, and countless viewers started to flame.

As Ji Feng's livestream automatically converted text, most people assumed it was said by someone from their own country. Such words were a disgrace to their nation in front of foreigners. Who wouldn't jump in to criticize at such a moment? It wouldn't be satisfying otherwise.

This comment was posted by a user named "Spitting and yelling 'Baka' abroad." This user was clearly Chinese, and this reference was likely only understood by Chinese people.

"Good thing I didn't let my grandpa see the comments. If he saw it, he'd probably be so angry he'd die."

A golden comment appeared.

"Damn, even I, a young person, am about to be angered to death! My head just spun, and my heart stopped for 10 seconds. This kind of brainless person is just..."

"Wishing the old man good health, gifting School Beauty *10... 'Spitting and yelling Baka abroad,' I've already paid to track you down. Don't let me find you, or I'll castrate you."

"'Old soldiers never die, they just fade away,' gifting Big Sword *8."

"Wishing the old man good health and sending my most sincere respect, gifting School Beauty *6. Damn, is that brainless idiot still here? I really want to stomp your head in. How can such an imbecile exist?"

"Still upholding our army's tradition. It's hard to see officers who call commanders, fighters, and guards as superiors anymore. A guard from the New Fourth Army's 129th Division salutes the comrade commander, gifting Dried Bean Curd *1000."

"I didn't expect to feel this long-lost sense of unity in Brother Feng's livestream. The last time I felt this was in my school's basketball team. Watching the livestream earlier, I just thought the Pandaren surrounding Brother Feng were ridiculous, but now I truly feel that sense of unity. Salute to the old soldiers! Gifting Chicken Neck *100."

"This is more satisfying than watching Brother Feng's battle earlier. Everyone's hearts are connected. Gifting Fireworks *66, salute!"

"In this moment, we are one family. Gifting Streamer Big Sword *10, salute..."

A leader's wisdom lies in their ability to unite people of different races under a single banner. What wisdom should a leader possess? They should possess the wisdom of the older generation, that ordinary and simple wisdom.

Equality, freedom, and dedication are these things.

At this moment, Ji Feng felt great, and the viewers also felt truly great. The screen was flooded with gifts to an unimaginable extent.

Showing off and getting slapped in the face is satisfying, but that kind of satisfaction only lasts for a short while, like the brief moment after an indescribable experience. But today, everyone uniting to curse one person, everyone uniting to bless one person, this feeling is no longer a low-level satisfaction. This satisfaction can be savored for a long time.

It's like winning a championship with your brothers; that exhilaration is better than going on a date with your goddess. After all, you can often ask your goddess out, but this feeling of everyone uniting and giving their all for one cause is not something you can easily experience...

129 million points.

137 million points.

150 million points.

157 million points.

This time, with the viewers contributing together, the numbers on Ji Feng's livestream screen were rapidly increasing, and reaching Level 6 was within sight.

The livestream room was bustling with activity, but at this moment, it suddenly became quiet in front of the village. Sage Feili was walking briskly towards Ji Feng, and all eyes were focused on him.

"Ahem... Ji·Shadowwind, I... I believe you. I believe you truly possess some kind of extraordinary inheritance. I apologize for my previous presumptuousness..." The crowd parted, making way for Feili and his two disciples as they approached Ji Feng. At this moment, Sage Feili placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

Seeing Sage Feili approach, Ji Feng had expected him to say something harsh. Seeing him suddenly become so polite, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

He swallowed and tried to speak a few times, but felt it wasn't appropriate and remained silent.

"Sage Feili, Ji might truly possess Ancestral Power. In this era, we need such an overwhelmingly powerful force. Don't blame us for not supporting you... I know you feel awkward, so let me speak! Ji, could you return the Xue Nu's Spear to Sage Feili?"

Although Sage Yan Suxin couldn't see, he had a pair of wise eyes in his heart. He could sense Sage Feili's intentions.

"This..."

At this moment, the other three Sages also looked at Ji Feng. They had interacted with Feili quite a bit and, seeing him in such a predicament, wanted Ji Feng to let him off the hook.

"Sage Feili, you want to take back the Xue Nu's Spear? Then let me ask you a question first: How can a Sage be deposed?"

"My clan brothers are still on the Wandering Isle, living under chains and shackles. And the Sage of my Shadowwind Village has no intention of going to their rescue. I want to depose the Shadowwind Sage. If you can help, I will return the Xue Nu's Spear to you."

The Xue Nu's Spear could provide Ji Feng with over 400 combat power, which was crucial for him to confront the Shadowwind Sage. He wouldn't easily return the Xue Nu's Spear to Feili.

"As expected... you really want to depose the Sage. Ji, do you think the Sages are hindering the progress of the clans?" Before Sage Feili could speak, Sage Yan Suxin spoke first.

Even though the Sages of Xuehua Village, Qianmo Village, Jingji Village, Whispering Cloud Village, and Feili Village stood beside him, Ji Feng still had something to say, something he felt he had to say sooner or later.

"Villages, Sages... for thousands of years, the authority of the Celestials has fallen into the hands of mortals. Every village has a Sage, but can the Sages truly govern the villages well? In my opinion, it's time to end the 'Sage Era' of separate rule. Now is the time for a major reshuffle of the Pandaren clans."

Ji Feng shouted loudly.

"Ji, what nonsense are you talking about? The Sages are the guardians of the Supreme Celestials. We have received blessings from the Celestials. If we don't rule the villages, then who will?"

"I dare not say that I govern the village perfectly, but I will absolutely not oppress anyone. Although our Xuehua Village is small, no one has ever said that the village is bad..."

"Ji, how dare you depose a Sage? This is going too far!"

The Sages of Xuehua Village, Qianmo Village, and Jingji Village were all displeased. At this moment, they all felt Ji Feng was questioning them.

"Within three months, the White Tiger Celestial will reappear in the world, and at that time, the Sages will naturally lose their authority... I have received guidance from my ancestors, and soon, I will go to the designated location to 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 eliminate 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. The foundation for all of this was to defeat the Sage of Shadowwind Clan.

"Within three months, the White Tiger Celestial will reappear in the world? This... is this true, and did your ancestors tell you this?"

"Indeed. The White Tiger Celestial is imprisoned at the highest peak in the deepest part of the Kun-Lai Summit mountain range. Gather a grand army and rescue the Celestial, and my Pandaren will receive the dual power of the Celestial and our ancestors. With these two powers combined, the Mogu Empire will be nothing to fear." Ji Feng spoke eloquently.

"Haha, when I succeeded the Sage of Whispering Cloud Village a hundred years ago, I already felt that the Sage system was decadent and corrupt. I never expected that it would take until I reached my age to finally hear someone else's doubts..."

"Ji, in you, I see a vast and vibrant power. Perhaps the Ancestral Power you speak of can truly save the Celestial... I, Yan Suxin, hereby pledge that I will be the last Sage of Whispering Cloud Village. I will lend you my Celestial Token, Niuzao's Banner, to break my shackles and save the Celestial in the future..."

Whispering Cloud Village was too weak to resist the Mogu. Sage Yan was blind, and his descendants were still too young to shoulder the position of Sage.

Now, Sage Yan had chosen another path. He wanted to find a reliance for Whispering Cloud Village, and that reliance was Ji Feng.

"This is Niuzao's Banner, the Sage Token of our Whispering Cloud Village. It is not a weapon, but a battle banner. By carrying it on your back, you will possess the power of the Celestial..." Sage Yan Suxin slammed his bamboo staff onto the ground, and immediately, a puff of green smoke emerged from the staff.

Suddenly, a projection of a Niuzao appeared in the void, and the original bamboo staff vanished, replaced by a banner.

It was a banner adorned with Niuzao patterns, about a meter long and half a meter wide. It was entirely made of wood, and the flagpole and the square flag were connected by iron rings. As the banner moved, the iron rings made crisp clanging sounds.

At this moment, the gaze of everyone, whether viewers or Pandaren, was drawn to Niuzao's Banner.