From "Dead Men's Relics" to "Aged Latrines"

The moment he said that, the entire place fell silent.

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Shui Bing'er, and the others all lowered their heads to look at the exquisite Soul Tool bracelets on their wrists or the storage belts around their waists. Their expressions instantly became incredibly colorful, and some even instinctively tried to yank their bracelets off.

Seeing the girls on the verge of falling apart, Nan Feng sighed helplessly and softened his tone slightly.

"Alright, don't be afraid. Matter is conserved and recycled."

"A few hundred years from now, after you die, the Soul Tools on your hands will still be passed down to your descendants or someone else. At the end of the day, everyone is using things that dead people once used."

"So put away those pointless mental burdens of yours. Can the living really let the dead block their path? You'd rather pity ashes from over a thousand years ago than take real gold and silver?"

Dugu Yan, standing nearby, swallowed. Though her expression was somewhat stiff, she still could not help steeling herself to retort, "Teacher, what you said does make sense, but... the dead deserve respect. At the very least, shouldn't we show the dead some basic respect?"

"Respect?"

Nan Feng tilted his head slightly. His heterochromatic double pupils held undisguised coldness and disdain.

"Why should I respect them?"

"Because they're dead?"

"A bandit or pirate who committed every evil imaginable in life—does he automatically ascend to sainthood and become a saint the moment he breathes his last? Should I bow and scrape before him with utmost reverence?"

"Who in this world doesn't die? What, does stopping breathing automatically make someone's status noble?"

"Are the dead somehow more precious than the living?"

"What kind of twisted values are those?"

"..."

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