Not Like Me, Who Only Feels Sorry for Uncle Ye
The Wind Perch Forest Sea.
Amidst the endless gales.
Zhang Xuanchen and his two companions had arrived at the central area of the forest.
The fierce winds in this area felt like blades cutting into my skin.
Even though his Divine Dragon Hegemony Body Art had reached the Early Third Stage, the gale still caused him considerable pain.
In contrast, consider Feng Xiao and Feng Linger.
The fierce winds in the forest seemed to have no effect on them.
It wouldn't cause any injury at all.
These two are practically human air blowers.
These gusts of wind dissipated immediately when they were three centimeters away from the two people.
Zhang Xuanchen was standing between the two of them, which reduced the force of the gale hitting him.
He gave a wry smile, his eyes filled with envy, and said:
"Feng Xiao, your Wind Feather Elf clan is truly the darling of this region."
Living here guarantees a high level of safety!
"Given the environmental advantages, I'm afraid one of your clan's Foundation Establishment Peak could kill a Golden Core cultivator."
If the Zhang Family had such means, would he need to be so cautious?
There's absolutely no need for it.
Even if one were to provoke twenty Golden Core Faction simultaneously, one could remain safe and sound simply by retreating to the Wind Perch Forest Sea.
If the enemy forces their way in, there will only be one outcome.
That's being counter-killed!
Unfortunately, this belongs to the Wind Feather Elf Race; no one can take it away.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xiao shook his head and sighed, saying:
"The ability to reproduce and multiply again will indeed allow our race to avoid most disasters."
But correspondingly, they also have to face powerful enemies.
"The Wind Feather Elf clan is not the only one that can live in the Wind Perch Forest Sea; there are also the Feathered Race and the Storm Griffin clan."
This place filters out a large number of weak people, but it also brings us closer to a few strong people.
Over the years, quite a few members of our clan have died at the hands of these two tribes.
At this point, Feng Xiao's pupils turned blood red.
His face was filled with anger.
However, Feng Linger had a different opinion on this:
"Although I hate the Feathered Race and the Storm Griffin Clan."
But it cannot be denied that it is precisely because of their existence that our race has not lost its desire to become stronger.
A comfortable life is acceptable.
But if they remain complacent, the tribe will only decline and eventually perish.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanchen glanced at Feng Linger in surprise.
This scene was witnessed by Feng Xiao.
He asked, "What? Xuan Chen, do you agree with what Ling Mei said?"
A comfortable life is what I pursue.
Once I become the Clan Leader, I will be strong enough.
I will definitely annihilate the Feathered Race and the Storm Griffin Clan!
Avenge my clan!
Zhang Xuanchen smiled and said, "What you said makes perfect sense."
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.
It is your duty as the future Clan Leader to seek the well-being of your clan and protect their peaceful and prosperous lives.
If it were me, I would have done the same.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xiao glanced at Feng Linger smugly.
He assumed that Zhang Xuanchen agreed with him and opposed Feng Linger's viewpoint.
However, Zhang Xuanchen changed his style.
"But!
"Born in hardship, die in comfort."
Imagine you live in a world without any enemies.
You are surrounded by your family and friends.
I ask about your well-being every day.
For you, the most painful experience was from wrestling.
Do you ever think about becoming stronger?
"I..." Feng Xiao was about to say that he could, but then he froze.
Is it really possible?
"I wouldn't. In that kind of environment, I wouldn't have the desire to become stronger."
Because it's meaningless.
However, Zhang Xuanchen shook his head.
He said with certainty:
You wouldn't in that kind of world.
But in the real world, even if you wipe out the Feathered Race and the Storm Griffin Clan...
You will too.
Where there are living beings, there will be conflict.
You may destroy these two races, but you will then face the enemies that these races would face, or the races that are on friendly terms with them.
This is cause and effect.
There was no way to avoid it.
"The only way to truly protect our people in this world is to keep getting stronger."
Until... the strongest!
He said this to Feng Xiao, but also to himself.
"Born in hardship, die in comfort."
Brother Chen, the sentence you summarized is exactly what I wanted to express.
This was also expressed by our tribe's High Priestess.
"It's really good." Feng Linger looked at Zhang Xuanchen with admiration.
His blue eyes seemed to turn into two stars.
"Brother Chen, you are also a young master of the clan, right?"
The kind of person who carries a heavy responsibility on their shoulders.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have such insights into the development of his ethnic group.
That's just how it is in my tribe.
Only the Clan Leader and the High Priestess ever consider the development of the tribe.
The rest of the people simply need to obey orders.
Just like my Uncle Ye, his strength is even greater than my father's.
However, he knew nothing about clan affairs.
He always hides in the shadows, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, with a sullen face that's intimidating.
As she spoke, Feng Linger crossed her arms, her face filled with disdain for Feng Ye.
This almost caused Kazunori, who was hiding in the shadows and Feng Ye on the three people's conversation, to lose his composure.
What does it mean to only have a grumpy face and scare people?
Laozi calls this being serious and unsmiling, okay?
Feng Ye was extremely frustrated at this moment.
I never expected that he, the second strongest of the Wind Feather Elf Race, would be seen this way by Feng Linger.
OK.
It's not that he only knows how to scare people.
Then so be it.
With a thought,
His figure slowly materialized behind Feng Linger.
Feng Linger, however, was completely unaware.
At this moment, Feng Xiao's eyes lit up when he heard Feng Linger's evaluation of Feng Ye.
He chuckled softly and said, "Sister Ling."
You're absolutely right...
The moment Feng Xiao looked at Feng Linger, he met Feng Ye's ambiguous smile.
His expression changed.
The word "right" was drawn out for a long time, then suddenly turned at the end.
"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"
I never expected Lingmei to be this kind of person.
Uncle Ye loves you the most.
Every time I come back from a trip, I bring you lots of delicious food.
You say you want to eat the thigh of Storm Griffin? Without saying a word, Uncle Ye will kill ten of them for you.
Eat your fill all at once.
But what you did was speak ill of Uncle Ye behind his back.
How heartbroken he would be if he heard this!
As he spoke, he even feigned a sigh and looked up at the sky.
He said in a "sincere" tone:
Unlike me, I only feel sorry for Uncle Ye.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanchen suppressed a laugh and remained silent.
If he's right, the man behind Feng Linger is the Uncle Ye they've been talking about.
We mustn't be impolite.
Feng Linger, however, frowned slightly.
He stared at Feng Xiao in disbelief.
If we're talking about who has the biggest complaints about Uncle Ye, it's definitely Feng Xiao.
To help Feng Xiao grow stronger quickly, Uncle Ye trained him extensively.
In the past, if anyone spoke ill of Feng Ye, this guy would immediately chime in.
Hey! Feng Xiao!
Stop pretending with me!
Among the clan, none other than you, Feng Xiao, speak ill of Uncle Ye the most!
What are you pretending for now... wait a minute!
Halfway through her sentence, Feng Linger realized something was amiss.
Something is definitely not right.
The body slowly twisted backward like a machine.
The next moment, his body stiffened.
Because she saw the smile on Feng Ye's face that was more like a grimace.
He gave an awkward laugh, "Hi~"
Hello, Uncle Ye.
How long have you been here?
Feng Ye ruffled Feng Linger's hair, a half-smile on his face, and said:
"It's when you're evaluating me."
Upon hearing this, Feng Linger Ling'er burst into tears.
She suddenly threw herself into Feng Ye's arms.
"Waaaaah."
Uncle Ye, Ling'er has had a really tough time while I've been away.
My brother always calls me an idiot.
"If I dare to talk back, he'll slap me across the face."
"It really hurts, boohoo..."
Looking at this scene.
Feng Xiao, who thought he had dodged a beating, was immediately dumbfounded.
He covered his head with his hands.
His eyes were wide open.
That's fucking good!