Forget-Me-Not (I)

"I'm sorry, everyone..." Standing on Qiu Yonghao, the Temple Master of the Warrior Temple, and that high-ranking member of the Soul Temple, Ye Qingcang's tone and wording remained tactful. No one could deny his elegance, just as no one could deny his astonishing achievements. "To be honest, I am a peace-loving person. I don't like fighting and killing, nor do I like using violence to achieve certain goals. Now, I have been forced to use some violent means. Please believe me, this was not my intention..."

Chen Ying'er's eye twitched slightly.

On the high platform, the remaining leaders of the four great temples looked at each other in bewilderment.

The same was true for Long Haochen and others in the audience.

Their expressions varied, but all conveyed a sense of unspoken words.

Are you a peace-loving person?

I don't believe you for a second!

But upon careful consideration of the entire incident, it seems that Ye Qingcang was not wrong; he was indeed facing everything with a peaceful attitude.

Until everyone rejects his peace.

"I see doubt and resentment in the expressions of many of you..." Ye Qingcang's tone remained calm, just as he had calmly reasoned with people before. But unlike before, this time, everyone was listening attentively to him. "However, you can rest assured that I will not kill you because of your doubts and resentment; you may not understand my level of thinking, but I can be tolerant of yours. I simply respect every intelligent individual. Even if it's an ant, as long as it's willing to listen, I will reason with it, hoping to achieve the result I want in a way that satisfies both sides; I will not forget my roots because of my high position, nor will I become arrogant because of my power, nor will I lose myself because of orders; the unity of knowledge and action is the state of mind I cultivate."

Ye Qingcang could indeed have chosen not to say these things.

Just like how he could have used his fists to physically persuade people before.

But on the path of cultivation, the most difficult part is cultivating the mind.

Kill, kill, kill until the very end. It's exhilarating, but what happens after that exhilaration?

If his reason for becoming a superhuman is to one day bully those weaker than himself, to decide everything with his fists, to kill anyone who disobeys him, to kill anyone who has a verbal conflict with him, and to kill anyone who even glances at him, then it only shows that his mentality is still that of a weakling.

The ocean is vast because it embraces all rivers; its greatness lies in its capacity to tolerate.

When you feel that others cannot understand your reasoning, you subjectively use physical persuasion. Isn't this kind of mentality also a form of arrogance?

True strength lies in maintaining a humble attitude.

Even if I had the ability to kill you.

I am willing to communicate with you, rather than give orders.

If you don't listen, I'll use my fists.

This is called "courtesy first, then force".

It also reflects his desire to seek the truth.

Therefore, he didn't care whether Chen Ying'er, the four high-ranking members of the Holy Temple, or Long Haochen and the others in the audience could understand him, because he always believed that true powerhouses could understand his state of mind. "Getting back to the point... Chen Ying'er, regarding your summoning me here, since it was a misunderstanding, and because your physique is beyond your control, I won't pursue the matter. Therefore, if I want to dissolve our soul contract, I won't use 'you forcibly summoned me here, so you must take responsibility' as an excuse to order you to dissolve it. As I just told you, in exchange, I helped you defeat your opponent, and you allowed me to dissolve it. I also promised you that it wouldn't have any impact on you. You should understand the weight of my speaking to you properly, because even if I forcibly dissolve it, you can't do anything about it."

What constitutes the cultivation of a strong person?

This is the composure of a strong person!

Anyone who thinks they are invincible just because they have a little power is a nouveau riche!

Those who are truly invincible yet arrogant are all nouveau riche!

Many heroes and great men have died because of their arrogance.

Ye Qingcang would never allow himself to become like that.

"You... you... hate me?" Under the overwhelming pressure, Chen Ying'er quickly calmed down. Thinking carefully about her previous act of defaulting on her debt, and Ye Qingcang's decision to negotiate with her despite his immense power, a wave of shame washed over her, shattering her pride. "Actually, I should be the one apologizing. You've certainly taught me a lesson. Although, as you said, you had no choice but to use force to communicate with us, regardless of what others think, what I did was indeed... unfair; therefore, it's understandable that you dislike me."

Chen Ying'er was too embarrassed to use "cheapskate" to describe her actions, because she had indeed considered denying it before.

However, when she carefully compared her own thoughts with Ye Qingcang's.

The answer I received was indeed appalling.

Her earlier joy turned sour as she watched Ye Qingcang peel away the pink heart-shaped mark and return the blank contract to her.

"It's not exactly that I dislike you." Ye Qingcang took out a glittering golden box from the Gate of Babylon, turned the jade ring filled with numbers three times in a left-right-left motion, and then pressed the gem button in the middle, revealing a ring nestled on layers of silk. He picked up the ring and put it on his right thumb as a thumb ring, then casually comforted her, "You are a very lovely girl, but an excellent appearance often needs an excellent heart to become the most precious treasure in this world... I wouldn't say I taught you a lesson. Everyone has problems, and no one is perfect. Since you've realized the problem, go and change it, even if it's me."

If people are born perfect.

Then he doesn't need to cultivate anymore.

Moreover, even the seemingly comprehensive Stellar Martial Arts is only seemingly comprehensive; it is never perfect and can only be constantly improved.

From 90%, to make up for it to 99%.

From ninety-nine percent, make up for it to ninety-nine point nine percent.

Take this as an example.

It's a continuous cycle, End Realm.

"The rest is up to you to clean up. Consider it tuition for learning how to humbly listen to others." Throwing the treasure box into the Gate of Babylon, Ye Qingcang walked out with his hands behind his back, seemingly unfazed. "I must say, you're very lucky to know when to stop... If you all had attacked together, many more people might have died here. But you only betrayed two teammates and were able to calm down and listen to me. I didn't have to go too far. Remember, one should always be humble."

His tall, upright figure disappeared into the long corridor outside the door.

Several seconds passed.

Lin Chen, then the Vice Hall Master of the Magic Temple, finally reacted. "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and check if Old Qiu is dead!"

Chaos erupted once again in the Warrior Training Ground.

The culprit, Ye Qingcang, has already left the Warrior Training Ground.

Following the scent emanating from the ring.

They headed towards the Assassin Temple, which was further away.

"Hmm?" Seemingly sensing something, the slender, purple-haired girl stopped in her tracks. Her green Jade Bamboo Staff, instead of striking the ground forward, landed gracefully at her feet. Her milky-white pupils offered no vision, but for a girl who spent years walking in darkness, vision wasn't particularly important. Her breathing quickened, and she abruptly turned, leaving a few bewildered followers staring at each other in confusion. "This aura... could it be..."