Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 1105 - 329: Bullshit Great Dao

"If you continue like this, your cultivation will halt at this point for the rest of your life, without advancing even an inch!"

Zhan Li’s body trembled, her breathing gradually becoming rapid. She slowly lifted her eyelids but suddenly, the expression of panic and fear on her face vanished entirely, gradually replaced by a faint, sorrowful smile.

"Lord Sword Master looks down on me," Zhan Li smiled bitterly and softly said, "Indeed, even I look down on myself!

Do you think I don’t know that the Gu Family girl surpasses me hundreds and thousands of times? I’m fully aware, yet I pretend to be ignorant time and time again, boasting in various settings, criticizing and pointing fingers at that Gu Family girl, shamelessly earning the reputation of Domain Realm Twin Stars."

Performing such acts, honestly, even I look down on myself!"

Her words left East Sea surprised, unexpectedly staring at Zhan Li: "Hmm... you’re not pretending anymore?"

"I’ve always been pretending, only because I have no choice." Zhan Li surprisingly stood up from the ground, facing East Sea.

At this moment, the falsified fear and calculation in her eyes seemed to finally vanish.

Although she still looked embarrassed, her gaze was unprecedentedly sharp.

"But if I stop pretending, what then?" Zhan Li sighed, "My master chose me as a disciple, later realizing my lack of talent, yet the bet was already placed, so they had to let me proceed grudgingly.

The ancestor hasn’t emerged for decades.

For other Saint Sect sects, an ancestor not showing saintly signs for decades isn’t a big deal!

But for our Ghost Race, the lifeline of cultivation relies on the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony!

The ancestor hasn’t emerged for decades, so the Ghost Race hasn’t birthed new Ghost Race cultivators for decades! No fresh blood replenished for decades!

The Ghost Race and the Demon Race compete at the Southern Border, cultivators duel, and if a demon dies, they can produce a little demon which can be trained and matured in over a decade.

What about our Ghost Race cultivators? Without the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony, a dead Ghost Race cultivator means one less!

The Ghost Race is weakened, and my master, as the clan leader of the Ghost Race, can only try to restore the Ghost Race’s reputation, creating a prodigy among the younger generation to inspire not only outsiders but also our own Ghost Race people!

To make the Ghost Race people feel inspired, to feel there is still hope!

To let everyone think that our Ghost Race is still strong, that the younger generation of our Ghost Race has talents who can be compared to the foremost young prodigy of the current era!

I was supposed to... no, I should say I performed! I’ve been performing this so-called ’Domain Realm Twin Stars’ role for so many years, I’m tired, I’m sick, I’m nauseous from performing!

Lord Sword Master criticizes me for calculating too much, for thinking too much in my heart...

How can I not?

Not enough talent, not enough strength, yet I have to maintain the persona of ’Ghost Race’s number one genius’, using this guise to boost the morale of the Ghost Race.

With insufficient capability, how can I do it well?

Should I not calculate? Should I not perform? Should I not pretend? What else can I do!!"

These words, indeed, were genuine and heartfelt, no longer having the appearance of deception.

Zhan Li’s voice and expression were emotional, and under her agitated tone, her voice gradually became a bit hoarse.

East Sea quietly waited for her to finish, gazing at Zhan Li, gazing for a long time, before gently smiling.

"What you’ve said, the ancestor naturally knows, which is why your previous mistakes were not truly severely punished by the ancestor.

Your master’s mistake and your mistake, in the ancestor’s view, are understandable under helpless circumstances, when urgency prompted the use of certain means.

But Zhan Li! Are you truly innocent?"

Zhan Li was stunned.

East Sea said calmly, "The ancestor has been manifesting saintly presence for over a year!

If previously, your performance and calculations, and your master Luo Xiuqing’s means, were helpless.

But after the ancestor’s return, the Ghost Race naturally has the ancestor’s protection, no longer needing you and your master to continue those actions.

Yet in the past year, what have you been doing?

You said you were compelled, that you pretended to bolster the Ghost Race’s reputation, through acting and calculating.

So after the ancestor’s return, why have you continued these actions?

Is it because after so many years of performing, you’ve lost yourself to it?

Or, after years of performance and calculation, you’ve gained too much benefit! Facing the situation, you’re unwilling to part with these benefits and continue to act and calculate autonomously!

You’re not as innocent as you claim!

To be frank, you’re reluctant to give up the benefits and privileges obtained through years of calculation.

You’ve played a false prodigy, receiving numerous benefits, thus instinctively wanting to continue playing this false prodigy role, wanting to continue possessing those benefits.

But Zhan Li, you...

You’re not!"

"But I, for the Ghost Race, for so many years..." Zhan Li shouted loudly.

"Though your talent was lacking, you received the full support of the clan and even had the Ghost Race’s precious protection, allowing you to advance to the Celestial Human Realm!!

You’ve received more than enough benefits! The Ghost Race doesn’t owe you! Don’t feel as though you’ve sacrificed so much for the Ghost Race!

Ultimately, you’re the beneficiary! Not an innocent contributor!"

Zhan Li, under East Sea’s final stern reprimand, shuddered, her gaze dazed for a moment, softly saying: "I, I am the beneficiary?"

"If not? Among millions of cultivators, who doesn’t dream of Realm Breakthrough to become a Celestial Being?

Do you, Zhan Li, have the talent? Is your cultivation, your mental realm, adequate?

Finally, you achieved Realm Breakthrough to become a Celestial Being, receiving admiration as the Ghost Race’s genius.

If you’re not the beneficiary, is the Ghost Race indebted to you?"

Zhan Li was dumbfounded, standing there.

East Sea no longer looked at Zhan Li, turned, and walked away, heading towards the Sacrificial Hall.

After he walked a hundred steps, suddenly a howl from Zhan Li emerged from behind him.