Chapter 126: My Wife Has Always Been Violent, and I Have Suffered Greatly for It!

He wanted to say something, yet he could not utter a word.

Having been completely silenced by Ling Xuan’s remarks, he was unable to offer a rebuttal. Witnessing this, the young people present looked at Ling Xuan with admiration. Ling Xuan, however, merely smiled and turned to ask Fang Heng, who stood beside him, "How was that? My eloquence has improved, hasn't it?"

"Haha, 'improved' is an understatement. It’s a leap forward!" Fang Heng laughed, clapping Ling Xuan on the shoulder. "And the most important thing is that you spoke the truth. As long as what you say is the truth, no matter the situation, others will never be able to argue against you."

"The truth? I don't think so."

Suddenly, just as Fang Heng finished speaking, another voice rang out. Every gaze shifted, and they immediately saw a middle-aged man. Standing beside him were countless young disciples in white robes, among whom the most prominent was Fa Wuchang.

Seeing this, Fang Heng immediately knew who this man was: the Sect Leader of the Dharma Realm Sect!

"Heh, it seems the Dharma Realm Sect Leader has an opinion. Since you have an opinion, please, by all means, share it," Fang Heng said with a smile.

"An opinion? This is not an opinion; it is a refutation," the Dharma Realm Sect Leader said coldly. "You claim that this devil spoke the truth, but I see it as nothing but twisted logic. The reason is simple: this devil beside you has reached such a level of cultivation that he could even identify the power level of the Blood-Swallowing Bone-Melting Sect Leader—that alone shows his prowess. I am curious, then: has he reached this level without ever killing an innocent person? Has he never committed acts of slaughter?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Blood-Swallowing Bone-Melting Sect Leader’s eyes brightened, and he chimed in, "Brother Fa is right! Ling Xuan! You practice demonic arts, and you are so powerful. Do you dare say you have never killed an innocent?"

"Of course I have. I killed many in the past," Ling Xuan replied indifferently.

"Haha! Since you have, why pretend to be a good person? I suspect you have killed more innocents than I have; otherwise, how could you have discerned my power level at a single glance?" the Blood-Swallowing Bone-Melting Sect Leader laughed mockingly. "To have killed so many, yet stand here lecturing me on the distinction between righteous and demonic paths—it’s a joke!"

"Heh, a joke? I don't think so. I did kill innocents in the past, but ever since I began following Fang Heng, I have not harmed a single innocent person. Everyone I have killed since reaching this level deserved to die. Does that not make me better than you?" Ling Xuan sneered. Upon hearing this, the complexions of those present shifted once more, and they all looked at Fang Heng with astonishment.

When Fang Heng and Ling Xuan were talking earlier, everyone was surprised that Fang Heng knew such a master. Now, Ling Xuan’s words completely overturned their perception of Fang Heng.

Previously, they had assumed Fang Heng and Ling Xuan were friends. But the moment Ling Xuan spoke of "following" him, everyone understood that this was not a simple friendship—it was a master-subordinate relationship! And the most critical point was that in this hierarchy, Fang Heng was the superior!

If such a terrifying existence as Ling Xuan was merely Fang Heng’s follower, then just how powerful was Fang Heng?

"Following Fang Heng? You actually follow Fang Heng?" The Blood-Swallowing Bone-Melting Sect Leader’s eyebrows shot up, and he added coldly, "Hmph, it seems this Fang Heng is no righteous man either. Like us, he is a practitioner of the demonic path."

"You—"

"Ling Xuan, that’s enough." Before Ling Xuan could retort, Fang Heng waved his hand. "Honestly, there is no need to debate what is righteous or demonic with them. Some people are adept at generalizing or even telling barefaced lies. After all, they will do anything for their own benefit. Some principles only need to be stated; as for what is right or wrong, everyone knows it in their hearts. There is no need to fuss over such trivial matters."

Those present could not help but nod, their eyes filled with admiration for Fang Heng. He was, after all, the young man who commanded the loyalty of someone like Ling Xuan. His words were extraordinary, filled with a magnanimity that refused to be petty.

"Heh, 'generalizing'? How is this generalizing? A person commits evil acts and then says a few pretty words, and that makes them righteous? It seems you are still young and have no idea what true righteousness and evil are," the Dharma Realm Sect Leader said with a smirk, his tone dripping with the condescension of an elder looking down on a junior.

"Heh, one must always give people a chance to reform. If a person has done evil but is willing to repent and start over, is that not the righteous path? 'To err and then correct oneself is the greatest virtue'—have you never heard that? If we followed your logic, Sect Leader, that one must die for every mistake, then should we stop healing the wounded and let them die instead?" Fang Heng laughed. "If that is your philosophy, then it is not the righteous path—it is the demonic one."

"You!" The Dharma Realm Sect Leader pointed a finger at Fang Heng, his eyes blazing with rage, yet he could not utter a single word in response.

Fang Heng continued to smile. "What 'you'? You started this. I said there was no need to keep debating, but you insisted on refuting me. Are you not just inviting trouble for yourself?"

"Damn you!" The Dharma Realm Sect Leader cursed, his fists clenching tight. Seeing this, Fa Wuchang, who stood beside him, felt his expression shift. He suddenly bowed to his Sect Leader and said, "Master, please do not be angered by such trifles. Compared to our ultimate goal, these small matters are truly not worth arguing over."

Hearing this, the Sect Leader’s expression softened, and he nodded. "Good disciple, you are right. Your master lost his composure."

"The bystander sees clearly; Master was simply caught in the moment," Fa Wuchang said immediately. "If you don't mind, why don't you let me handle this?"

"Very well." The Dharma Realm Sect Leader nodded and fell silent. Fa Wuchang moved, stepping forward to face Fang Heng.

"Brother Fang, I have long known of your formidable strength and arrogant nature, but I never expected your debating skills to be so sharp. With just a few words, you have left both a Sect Leader and a Sect Master speechless. It is truly admirable." Upon stepping forward, Fa Wuchang cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, his tone exceedingly polite as he flattered Fang Heng.

"Heh, Fa Wuchang, I didn't expect you to step forward at this moment either. Fine, this action alone proves you are no simple man. You are indeed qualified to speak with me," Fang Heng said with a faint smile. "However, you say I have great debating skills—that is incorrect. It is not that I am good at arguing; it is that I speak the truth. If what one says is correct, it remains correct no matter how it is phrased. If it is wrong, it remains wrong. The principle is that simple."

"Fine, let us say my master was wrong, and the Blood-Swallowing Bone-Melting Sect Leader was also wrong, and you, Brother Fang, are entirely correct," Fa Wuchang said. "But so what? Does that have anything to do with the situation we are currently facing?"

The crowd’s eyes flickered. Indeed, Fa Wuchang’s point was valid. The debate over righteousness and evil was fascinating, but it had no bearing on the task at hand. Wasting more time on it was useless.

"Heh, of course it has nothing to do with it. That is why I said earlier not to debate it. But your master insisted on refuting me, and so he invited his own humiliation, did he not?" Fang Heng chuckled.

"You—"

"Very well, let us say my master brought this humiliation upon himself," Fa Wuchang interrupted, looking directly at Fang Heng. "So, let us stop talking about this. Brother Fang, tell me plainly: what is your intention? Do you wish to enter inside and take a look?"

"Heh, of course," Fang Heng smiled. "I certainly intend to go inside and have a look. But it is not just me; my friends must also enter."

"Brother Fang’s strength and methods are peerless. If you wish to go inside, we naturally welcome you, and that goes for your friends as well," Fa Wuchang said. "Are you satisfied with my answer, Brother Fang?"

"Heh, so you mean I can go in with my friends, accompanying you all?" Fang Heng asked.

"Yes. Was that not your purpose in saying so much? We will allow you to enter," Fa Wuchang replied.

"I have many friends," Fang Heng stated.

"Heh, you mean these few here? Are there others? If there are, we can agree to that as well—"

"Everyone here, excluding your few sects and clans, is my friend," Fang Heng interrupted, smiling. "Do you understand?"

The crowd was stunned, followed quickly by expressions of joy, while Fa Wuchang and the others looked grim.

"Brother Fang, why must you do this? This is a treasure! It cannot be shared equally among everyone."

"Heh, that is why we shall rely on our own abilities once we are inside," Fang Heng laughed. "As for why I must do this, I don't mind telling you: you all represent sects and clans, while my friends and I are rogue cultivators. You say we can enter, but if only a few of us go in, how are we to protect ourselves? After all, there are so many of you. What if you join forces and kill us once we are inside?"

Upon hearing this, Fa Wuchang’s fists tightened. Fang Heng had seen right through his intentions. His goal in saying so much had been to pacify Fang Heng, get them to enter first, and then have the masters of the various sects join forces to eliminate them. Now, Fang Heng had exposed the scheme instantly.

"Heh, was I right?" Fang Heng watched Fa Wuchang’s clenched fists and chuckled. "Since I was right, we must naturally ensure everyone enters together."

"No! Brother Fang, you have misunderstood. I had no such intention—"

"Enough, no need to explain. I ask you: will you let us all enter or not?" Fang Heng demanded.

"Damn it!" Fa Wuchang cursed under his breath. He shifted his gaze toward Ju Ao of the Giant Whale Clan. Ju Ao had a close relationship with the Flood Dragon God, and the Flood Dragon God was close to Fang Heng. Asking him to intervene was the only option left.

However, faced with Fa Wuchang’s gaze, Ju Ao turned his head away, refusing to look or respond.

"That old fox!" Fa Wuchang cursed internally. He had not expected Ju Ao to be so cunning, refusing to lift a finger when needed.

Fa Wuchang understood Ju Ao’s plan. With the Flood Dragon God’s close ties to Fang Heng and Ling Xuan, and the Giant Whale Clan’s own good standing with the organizations of the Endless City, they stood to benefit regardless of the outcome. Why would they give up such an advantageous position?