"Good grief, I just woke up and it's already this huge a scene..."
"Leave it to us. You really do trust the two of us."
"Who goes straight from leaving the beginner village to fighting the final boss?!"
"Terrifying..."
Lu Xun naturally knew just how formidable Tai Jia was. He felt the plot really should not be developing like this.
As for why he was still so talkative at a time like this, it was not that he did not know the flag about villains dying from talking too much. It was simply his nature—lively and unrestrained. Now that his martial arts had reached an unprecedented realm, his true nature had been completely awakened and set free.
It could be said that, compared to Gao Shou, the two of them had gone to opposite extremes in temperament.
Gao Shou practiced the Sage Path of knowledge and action, watching his words and deeds carefully in pursuit of the Great Dao's upright balance, neither leaning nor straying. Lu Xun, meanwhile, was loose and free, doing as he pleased.
As for state of mind, there was no hierarchy between these two states—only difference, not disparity.
Their paths differed; thus, so did their hearts.
To bear civilization through literature was naturally weighty and profound.
As for martial arts, there was a saying: when martial virtue overflowed, one was probably like Lu Xun—the more nonsense he spewed, the harder he hit.
"Old Lu, with our current power, if we want to fight Tai Jia, we'll need to increase our strength by at least tenfold before we have even the slightest chance."
Gao Shou made his judgment.
The Yang Spirit realm possessed its own divine wonders. It was not merely a matter of power, but also an extraordinary perception that was almost godlike in its clarity.