novelraw Chapter 115 : Evil Arts Are Still Arts
Chapter 115 : Evil Arts Are Still Arts
Chapter 115: Evil Arts Are Still Arts
Lan Yu was extremely curious about Li Tianwei’s plans.
From what he had seen of the Heaven-Defying Geniuses who obtained the highest authority in the past, they would always receive immense resources from the Sacred Land to pave the way for their own cultivation.
In his eyes, Li Tianwei should be the same.
Yet for some reason, Lan Yu had a feeling that Li Tianwei would stir up something big.
No, that was impossible. Li Tianwei appeared calm and steady, someone who understood the greater picture. Even when those disciples slandered him as being tainted by the Evil Demons, Li Tianwei merely dealt with a few of them, releasing all the others afterward.
Such conduct was rare even in the cultivation world.
So, Lan Yu thought he might be overthinking it.
Li Tianwei, unaware of Lan Yu’s thoughts, began to speak his mind.
“Martial Uncle, I have observed that the Dao Hearts and beliefs of the disciples in the Sacred Land have become unstable. Because of this, today’s incident occurred.”
“They listened to one-sided words, acted without consideration, without investigation, and were thus easily swayed and manipulated by the Evil Demons—leading to a series of consequences.”
“If I did not have the strength to see through their state at a glance, then if another were in my place, they would have been humiliated. And if that person were a true powerhouse, they might have slaughtered all those disciples out of rage.”
Li Tianwei spoke earnestly, his expression grave.
Lan Yu nodded upon hearing this. Indeed, he had thought of such things before. Yet, cultivators pursued freedom from restraint and oppression, to act according to their will and walk toward immortality.
If one forcibly changed another’s will, would that not betray the very heart of cultivation?
Moreover, this problem was not severe. Wherever there were people, such things were bound to occur.
Thus, when Li Tianwei spoke of it, Lan Yu simply waited to hear his opinion.
“So, I wish to preach the Dao to the disciples of the Sacred Land, to help them clarify their minds, so that such matters will not repeat.”
After saying that, Li Tianwei did not pause.
“What? Preach the Dao?”
Lan Yu was stunned. He had not expected that to be Li Tianwei’s plan.
In his view, if Li Tianwei were to bring this up, it would most likely be to establish some kind of restrictive order within the Sacred Land of Lingxu, to prevent oppression among disciples.
Yet, Li Tianwei chose to preach the Dao.
And what Dao could possibly alter another’s thinking? Most Dao-preachings focused on cultivation techniques. From Li Tianwei’s words, what he planned to preach was likely his own beliefs and principles.
Who would listen to that? This was the cultivation world—what cultivator wasn’t proud and defiant?
Take the Buddhist sects, for example. How many years had they been preaching, and how many truly listened?
So in Lan Yu’s eyes, Li Tianwei’s plan would likely fall flat.
Still, since it was his request, letting him give a lecture wouldn’t hurt.
“Indeed, I wish to preach the Dao—to speak to my senior and junior brothers in the Sacred Land, to share the path I have studied, and the ideals within my heart. I believe they will comprehend the true essence of the Righteous Path through my words.”
Li Tianwei said solemnly.
In his view, the disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, a righteous holy land, should be much like himself—possessing kind intentions. Only such people could enter the Sacred Land. Thus, they would be able to truly understand the Dao he preached.
This way, their Dao Hearts would become more stable, more powerful, and the Evil Demons would find it harder to sway them.
Furthermore, once he gathered all the disciples for the lecture, some Evil Demons lurking within might reveal themselves, and he could conveniently eliminate them.
It was, in every sense, killing two birds with one stone.
Most importantly, wasn’t opening a Dao-preaching platform a standard move for a protagonist? What transmigrator could call himself the protagonist without giving a grand Dao lecture?
“Righteous Path?”
When Lan Yu heard him speak of the “Righteous Path,” he looked at Li Tianwei with disbelief, even wanting to ask him—what part of you is righteous?
The rumors about Li Tianwei’s demonic arts and his extraordinary talent in cultivating forbidden techniques had spread throughout the Sacred Land, even stirring a minor wave of demonic influence.
Fortunately, Li Tianwei’s cultivation in demonic arts had never harmed innocents—only those of demonic sects. So, although disciples practiced demonic techniques, they did not cause trouble, and thus the elders and peak masters simply turned a blind eye.
After all, evil arts were still arts, weren’t they?
But now, hearing Li Tianwei claim that he wanted the disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu to comprehend the essence of the Righteous Path—who could believe that?
“Yes, the true essence of the Righteous Path. Only then will the disciples of the Sacred Land possess the strength to stand against the Evil Demons.”
Li Tianwei nodded firmly, as if sensing the doubt in Lan Yu’s eyes.
Without hesitation, he decided to show him. He understood his skepticism—after all, compared to someone like Lan Yu who had cultivated for nearly a thousand years, his few years of cultivation seemed laughably short.
But that didn’t matter. His abilities, talent, conviction, confidence, and strength were all real.
All his techniques originated from the Sacred Land of Lingxu—grand and righteous. With his own insights mixed in, they had already undergone a complete transformation. In understanding the Righteous Path, Li Tianwei believed few could compare to him.
“Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity.”
Without hesitation, Li Tianwei activated it. In his eyes, this scripture embodied his ideals—it was the purest expression of his personal Righteous Path.
As it manifested, a surge of purity and benevolence radiated from him—majestic, luminous, and filled with boundless compassion.
His entire aura transformed, as if he had become an immortal descending from the heavens, radiant and sacred.
Lan Yu had not expected Li Tianwei to reveal such a display. He had never seen this Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity before.
When he had rushed to Heaven’s Gate Peak earlier, upon sensing something amiss, Li Tianwei had already withdrawn it.
“This… this is far too pure…”
Seeing the radiant righteousness flowing from Li Tianwei’s body, so brilliant and saintly, Lan Yu felt as though his very being was cleansed. This was what true righteousness felt like—he even felt an urge to devote himself to it.
“Indeed, righteous.”
This thought flashed through his mind just as Li Tianwei withdrew his power.
Lan Yu blinked in confusion, unaware that moments ago, when Li Tianwei had revealed the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity, he had nearly fallen into another’s Dao.
Now, his mind was filled only with awe. This Li Tianwei was beyond human. After all, the rumors had painted him as someone who practiced bizarre demonic arts—yet now, seeing it with his own eyes, his cultivation appeared more righteous than Lan Yu’s own thousand years of formations.
So this was what a peerless genius looked like? Junior Brother Bai had seemed so ordinary.
At this moment, Lan Yu dared not doubt Li Tianwei any longer and nodded immediately.
“Martial Nephew, your request shall be fulfilled by the Sacred Land.”
“Since you wish to preach the Dao, all disciples of the Sacred Land shall hear it.”
In Lan Yu’s view, people like Li Tianwei were far too rare. Others who gained the highest authority of the Sacred Land would only seek more resources for their personal gain, paving the way to immortality.
But Li Tianwei’s first request was to preach to the disciples of the Sacred Land.
Even if his lecture wasn’t focused purely on cultivation, hearing just a fraction of it would still benefit countless disciples.