Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2639: Chapter 66: Great Chief (Part 2)

But this remark was a bit abrupt, Dan Zhu kept it to himself, not saying it out loud.

Luckily, he didn’t say it, otherwise Mo Hua would definitely be furious and blacklist him inwardly.

Dan Zhu said politely, ”Please, Mr. Witch, rest for a while, and later we will welcome you and wash away the dust.”

Mo Hua nodded and said, ”Thank you, Young Master.”

Dan Zhu departed.

Mo Hua remained in the tent to rest.

Being on someone else’s turf and having to pretend to be a ”Shaman,” he couldn’t relax too much.

Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and meditated in a poised manner like a mountain.

About an hour later, Dan Zhu returned, followed by some maids carrying fine wines, delicacies, Spirit Fruit dishes, and several sets of barbarian-style robes from the Danque Tribe.

Mo Hua bathed and burned incense, then donned a Danque robe, adding an exotic beauty amidst his handsome and solemn demeanor.

Even Dan Zhu was momentarily taken aback.

Then Dan Zhu invited Mo Hua to drink and taste the fresh fruits and delicacies of the Danque Tribe.

The two chatted for a while, and Dan Zhu dismissed the others with a somewhat troubled expression.

Mo Hua lightly sipped the wine and softly asked:

”Young Master, what troubles you?”

Dan Zhu hesitated, glanced at Mo Hua, and saw in Mo Hua’s eyes a glimmer that seemed to penetrate the heart, seeing directly into his core.

”I...” Dan Zhu hesitated.

Mo Hua said, ”You are unsure of what your role as Young Master entails?”

Dan Zhu was taken aback and slowly said, ”Yes.”

Mo Hua gently said, ”You are the Young Master, beloved by many, but you are uncertain if you can bear this affection?”

”Yes...”

”Your talent is excellent, your cultivation rapid, yet you don’t know why you cultivate? What is the end of Tao Cultivation?”

”Yes...”

Mo Hua’s voice was gentle: ”From birth, you have been burdened with great expectations. Yet you fear that if one day you lose your talent, become ordinary, or spend a lifetime in mediocrity, how will you explain to the tribesmen who have placed great hopes in you?”

Dan Zhu remained silent for a long time, then sighed softly and said:

”Yes...”

Dan Zhu looked at Mo Hua again, at his white jade-like face and black jade-like eyes, feeling that every word spoken by this ”Mr. Witch” seemed to reach his heart, exposing all the confusions and anxieties he harbored as the highly anticipated genius of the Danque Tribe.

The unspeakable sentiments were laid bare before another.

Dan Zhu felt a mixture of shame and relief.

Mo Hua asked again, ”Do you have any great aspirations?”

Dan Zhu was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded with firm eyes:

”I have vowed to dedicate everything to making my Danque Tribe eternally prosperous and strong, ensuring our tribesmen are forever affluent and joyful.”

Mo Hua nodded and said, ”Your aspiration is quite narrow and somewhat naive.”

Even with Dan Zhu’s good temper, he felt a flicker of anger.

Just moments ago, he thought this Mr. Witch understood him.

He had just revealed to him the grand ”vision” he had held in his heart since childhood.

Only to be called ”narrow” and ”naive.”

Dan Zhu felt anger, his face reddened, ready to refute Mo Hua, but then heard Mo Hua ask:

”Suppose... the prosperity of your Danque Tribe requires the conquest of other tribes, the massacre of many Barbarian Cultivators, exploitation, pillage, and even the enslavement of countless innocent people...”

”Would you be willing to accept such ’prosperity’?”

Dan Zhu was momentarily speechless.

He had never considered this question before.

Dan Zhu frowned in thought, then said:

”If... the strength of my Danque Tribe is built on exploitation and enslavement, then it certainly... wouldn’t be true ’strength.’ Even if strong for a while, it would eventually crumble...”

Mo Hua nodded and said, ”And what if the upper echelons of your Danque Tribe’s strength require the ’blood supply’ from the lower tribesmen?”

Dan Zhu was taken aback.

Mo Hua said, ”Thus, the prosperity and strength of the Danque Tribe and the wealth and happiness of the ordinary tribesmen are inherently conflicting, things that cannot be simultaneously achieved. Even if achieved, it would be fleeting like a night-blooming flower.”

Dan Zhu felt shaken, his face pale.

The words of ”Mr. Witch” were deeply counterintuitive, sounding very contradictory.

Yet, in Dan Zhu’s heart, he felt this might be the real ”reality.”

There has never been unprovoked wealth and strength in this world.

If you prosper, it proves someone is becoming impoverished.

If the Danque Tribe becomes ”prosperous,” it implies harsher enslavement of other tribes and numerous Barbarian Cultivators.

Moreover, if the upper echelons of the tribe prosper, it inevitably means the lower echelons are being ”bled.”

Even if it seems ”wealthy and strong” as a whole, due to the imbalance, it would eventually collapse.

That’s why Mr. Witch said his aspiration is narrow and naive.

Because this aspiration itself is contradictory, unrealistic.

The seemingly beautiful ”vision” was unmasked, revealing its cruel and ugly true form.

Dan Zhu felt a bitter mix of emotions, not knowing what to do.

Mo Hua did not speak but allowed Dan Zhu to slowly digest his emotions, slowly digest these truths, encouraging him to seriously ponder his life’s path.

As time passed, Dan Zhu’s mood eased slightly, the confusion of the former teenage genius gradually faded.

But in place of it was another kind of ”confusion,” even more disheartened, with no sight of the road ahead or direction.

”Mr. Witch, I...”