Campus Cultivation Master-Chapter 662 - 664: Gods Do Not Bring Progress

Sword Tomb regretted it deeply, regretted coming to Huaxia, and even more regretted finding Chu Feng, but of course, he regretted even more the name he had chosen for himself.

But Chu Feng was really pushing it too far, he had just begged for mercy, his voice already hoarse from pleading, and you pretend you didn’t hear it. Now I can’t even talk, and you’re asking me if I was begging for mercy earlier.

Chu Feng couldn’t be bothered with him, glanced at Sword Tomb, who was lying there like a dead dog, breathing more out than in, and said, "Forget about whether you were begging for mercy just now. Anyway, I’ve vented enough now, so decide for yourself whether you’re going to call someone to take you away, or if you’re going to lie here and be my doorkeeper. It’s your choice, I’m off to sleep."

Sword Tomb was on the verge of tears; not to mention his phone was already smashed, even if it wasn’t, he’d need the strength to speak as well.

Chu Feng didn’t even pay him any mind and, after reaching the laboratory’s adjacent rest room, called over Little Black.

He asked Little Black to find two men to keep an eye on him, not to let him die there, then he began his training. Sword Tomb’s death would undoubtedly provoke the Eastern people to relentless action, and Chu Feng certainly didn’t have the time to entangle himself with Eastern machinations. Moreover, his primary task wasn’t that right now.

Seeing Sword Tomb, Chu Feng really wanted to give a call to that so-called Martial God. Unfortunately, Chu Feng didn’t have the Martial God’s phone number.

Of course, the Martial God was well aware of what was happening in Huaxia. However, he only learned about it the next day.

"My lord, Sword Tomb was left at the construction site overnight by Chu Feng. He has been picked up and has returned to the Eastern lands," the Martial God’s personal guard reported all the information he knew to the Martial God without missing a word.

The Martial God was still dressed like a detached sage, his back to the door, facing the cherry blossoms.

After hearing his personal guard’s words, the Martial God barely nodded and said, "Chu Feng showed restraint, he didn’t cripple him. Otherwise, a battle would have been inevitable. And should that happen, it would be the Eastern lands that suffer. Not a single Huaxia person wants to start a war, yet some of our people don’t even understand this most basic common sense. In the realm of Ancient Martial arts, the Eastern lands have fallen far behind Huaxia. Going to war now would be like throwing an egg against a rock; in the end, it’s the Eastern lands that will suffer."

After a while, the Martial God spoke up, "Do you have anything to say?"

"My lord, I don’t believe that Huaxia is truly that strong. Other than the Divine Dragon, I don’t think they have anything commendable in the past half-century. We’ve lost the war, but our technology and economy have far surpassed Huaxia. And during this past half a century, our Ancient Martial strength has also improved. Without considering the Divine Dragon, the strength of the Eastern Ancient Martial arts might not be weaker than Huaxia’s."

The Martial God asked, "Is this what you want to say, or is it what you have heard from outside?"

In front of the Martial God, he dared not hide anything and could only report truthfully, "My lord, this is what I have heard. But I believe that these are facts."

The Martial God sighed and said, "It’s exactly because of this, that our Eastern lands face a true crisis."

"We’ve made progress, we’ve surpassed our level before the war. But we’ve relied on external forces, we’re controlled by others. We still have to be constrained by the USA, and within us, there are entities like the Elite Society. But look at Huaxia?

Huaxia has the world’s highest population and they haven’t relied on any external forces. Yet, they’ve created a miracle, a global miracle. Our economy hasn’t grown in how many years, yet Huaxia still maintains a double-digit growth. Our technology, other than what’s from the USA, how much of it is our own? Don’t say we can make a cell phone, we can make a car. What about our rockets? Our missiles? Our space station?

Cell phones, TVs, refrigerators, cars, they can’t save our country when it truly matters. Only powerful weapons and armies can save us. And our military, how much of it is truly our own? If the USA turns on us, the Eastern lands will suffer terribly."

Having said so much in one breath, the Martial God seemed somewhat exhausted. After exhaling, he continued, "As for the Ancient Martial arts, that may be the only thing we can pride ourselves on. Huaxia has a history of five thousand years, Ancient Martial arts might have an even longer history. The Eastern lands may not have such an extensive history, but we’ve caught up quickly.

We’ve even forced the Divine Dragon to cross the seas to suppress us. This proves we’ve made them afraid. But the gap is still huge. What we are currently facing is just Huaxia’s Dragon Soul and the so-called external Jinghu World. The true Inner Martial World, that is beyond our imagination.

The reason why the Eastern lands have stagnated in recent years is because of the existence of those who cannot see the reality of the situation. It’s these delusions that have led to the stagnation of the Eastern lands. A country that considers itself invincible will not make any progress."

Chu Feng was right, the Martial God was indeed a rare, clear-headed Eastern person. Every word he spoke, every analysis, hit the nail on the head.

The personal guard, upon hearing the Martial God’s speech, also bowed in shame and said, "I apologize, my lord, for my biased listening and beliefs. It won’t happen again!"

With his eyes fixed on the cherry blossoms, the Martial God asked, "Are there many people now who wish for me to take action, to seek justice?"

The personal guard nodded and said, "Yes, my lord. I will convey your words to them, to make them realize the reality of the situation."

The Martial God said, "No need. Let them do as they wish, if they want to go, then go. After they go, I will also go."

Hearing the Martial God’s words, the guard’s complexion changed, totally unaware of why the Martial God would make a decision that seemed opposed to what he had just said.

The Martial God appeared to know his confusion and said, "I’ve come to understand something just now. Everyone thinks that Huaxia people only know how to fight among themselves, but they don’t realize this is a form of self-revolution. Only through such continuous strife can breakthroughs possibly happen. Previously, I thought the Eastern lands should remain peaceful, but I feel I might have been wrong. Perhaps bloodshed is necessary for them to face reality, to let them understand where they fall short. The Divine Dragon’s journey, for the Eastern lands, may not be a bad thing."

Now the personal guard understood the Martial God’s difficult decision, but still, he couldn’t help but say, "But my lord, you don’t have to go. These are matters between them; they can resolve them on their own."

Looking up at the sky, the Martial God said, "A country doesn’t need gods, nor does it need legends of the undefeated. The Emperors of ancient Huaxia wanted to be Immortals, to live forever. But how many of them did? Immortals cannot make a country better."

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