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Chapter 1413 - 1406: Entrusting Hope

Chapter 1413: Chapter 1406: Entrusting Hope

Taking a deep breath, Ziang disregarded whether Yichuan Ying had recovered or not, and continued, "The things I just told you about, the people of Kyushu have done to the Demon Clan countless times. How many of the Demon Clan were taken away, that many times these events have happened. As the young mistress of the Yichuan Clan, you have never understood the feelings of others; you only know that you cannot cultivate, so you are discriminated against within your clan. Have you ever thought about how much worse the Demon Clan has it compared to you?"

"Do they have a choice? No, they don’t even have a voice that could be considered strong. I don’t care what the Dongsheng Empire upholds with martial prowess. But if you use your strength to oppress the weak, then I cannot stand by. You are just a canary raised in a golden cage, always feeling lonely. Now that you have left your family’s protection and come to the outside world. As you see, you’re lucky to have met us, otherwise you would have experienced countless nightmares."

Yichuan Ying stared at him blankly, not sure if it was an illusion, but Ziang always felt that her gaze had softened a lot.

He paused slightly then continued, "I don’t know if our capturing you was arranged by your father or your own choice, but I just want to tell you, someone who disregards their own life, letting others decide their future, is never worthy of respect. In my eyes, you’re even less dignified than a dog."

Savoring Ziang’s words, despite many of them being harsh, they still struck Yichuan Ying deeply like steel nails, causing her to start shedding quiet tears incessantly.

"From the moment you pushed forward your maid to take the knife for you, I understood that you don’t know what respect means. In your view, although you are at a disadvantage, you still feel entitled to control those who are even more vulnerable. What do you call that? The strong rage, they slash at the weak; the weak rage, they slash at the even weaker."

"If I hadn’t held her back in time and had just plunged the knife in, you would have been responsible for taking a life. Everyone’s life is equal. I’m not asking you to change your class mindset right now, but I want you to understand, if you hurt those trying to help you, then in the future you will be even more helpless, with no one to aid you," Ziang added.

Yichuan Ying sat with her head hanging low, hugging her knees and weeping non-stop. She still held her skewer of meat in her hand, but it cooled without her taking a single bite.

Facing her silence, Ziang sighed, then turned away. Hu Daoke displayed a schadenfreude expression, winking and teasingly said, "Failed, huh, puppy?"

"Just you wait, even if I cut off my tongue she won’t hear me bark!" Ziang glared at him, gritting his teeth.

Ignoring Hu Daoke’s mockery, Ziang started to deeply contemplate what to say next. His approach in attacking the mind was almost identical to Luo’er’s; both involved selecting several irrefutable arguments and releasing them with immense assertiveness, forcing the opponent to accept without the ability to rebut.

This method might seem rogue, but it’s necessary to understand that it is precisely because one cannot argue back that they have no choice but to accept it. Sophistry is difficult to achieve this effect because once sophistry is exposed, it becomes embarrassing for oneself.

Ziang was well aware that with Yichuan Ying’s upbringing during the feudal era, class consciousness was deeply embedded in her heart, impossible to eliminate completely in a short period, only to suppress it, which is why she always displayed an air of superiority as a mistress.

After some contemplation, an idea suddenly struck Ziang. Yichuan Ying’s self-destructive attitude stemmed primarily from her inability to cultivate. If he told her that she could wield the power of a cultivator without cultivating, wouldn’t that be the ultimate strategy to win her over?

Thinking this, Ziang looked back at Yichuan Ying and, after she had stopped crying, earnestly said, "You say you can’t cultivate, that you are your family’s trash; do you want to possess power like a cultivator?"

Hearing his words, Yichuan Ying immediately stopped crying, lifted her head and stared at him with big, teary, red eyes, asking in astonishment, "Can you do that?"

"Why don’t you try?" Ziang shrugged, maintaining an indifferent attitude.

"If I could cultivate, I, I..." Yichuan Ying stammered excitedly.

"Hold on, hold on, I never said I’d teach you cultivation, but I want you to try controlling this power in a different way," Ziang waved his hands as he spoke.

"A different way?" Yichuan Ying did not understand, blinking her large eyes at him.

"Like this, you repeat a spell with me," Ziang said.

"Spells?" Yichuan Ying tilted her head and asked.

"Are you learning or not?" Seeing her significant hesitation, Ziang showed an impatient tone.

"Learn, learn!" Yichuan Ying nodded repeatedly in a rush.

"Alright, listen to my chant..." Following that, Cheng Ziang began to recite a magic spell, a very simple one for gathering magical power, which is an introductory spell for magic students.

Although Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke were not suited for studying magic, under an exam-oriented education system, they had mastered more types of spells than the average magic students. Although they could not use them, chanting was not a problem.

Cheng Ziang patiently recited the spell over and over. The spell belonged to a universal language, almost to be understood as an oracle from the ancestors. Since the magic power in the air was guided by vibrations at a certain frequency, from North to South of the West Continent, from the Aud people to the Wood Elf, everyone recited the same spells.

At first, Yichuan Ying stumbled, but after chanting dozens of times, she began to slowly grasp the rhythm of the syllables and started to look the part. This pace was not too slow for Cheng Ziang, but it was not particularly fast either, given that they had started learning this spell in elementary school.

"Got it?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Um..." Yichuan Ying nodded somewhat blankly.

"Good," Cheng Ziang nodded, then turned to Feng and said, "Give me your magic wand."

He and Hu Daoke did not carry magic wands, as their magical aptitudes were poor, so they basically did not use magic. The reason Feng had a magic wand was mainly due to Tangmo’s arrangement.

As her guardian, Tangmo cared for Feng with meticulous attention. He even taught her magic for directing magical power and arranged for a magic wand for her, so that Feng could replenish some magic power by herself when it was depleted, not to be helpless without him.

Feng obediently pulled the short magic wand from her waist and handed it over to Cheng Ziang. That was her way; she never asked why when it came to her own people, just followed orders blindly.

Feng’s magic wand was somewhat short and looked like an inconspicuous little stick. Except for those learned in magic, no one would know that it was a medium for directing magical power.

"Alright, now hold this magic wand in your hands and chant this spell with me," Cheng Ziang put the wand into Yichuan Ying’s tied hands, telling her.

"This is..." Yichuan Ying, puzzled, looked at him somewhat anxiously.

"This is a tool that turns decay into magic, and now is the moment to witness the miracle," Cheng Ziang said with his eyes squinting, a confident smile on his face.

Half-believing, half-doubting, Yichuan Ying held the wand with both hands and began to chant the spell Cheng Ziang taught her. Soon, she felt something unusual happening to her body; a strange power was gathering from the air and entering her body.

"This is, this is..." Yichuan Ying was so frightened that she shivered all over, twisting her body continuously. She had just stopped chanting, and the sensation ceased.

"Don’t stop, continue, there are no bugs," Cheng Ziang said sternly.

"Do you want to harm me?" Yichuan Ying asked, somewhat warily.

"Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m giving you an opportunity, don’t treat it like garbage," Cheng Ziang said irritably.

After falling silent again, Yichuan Ying made up her mind, took a deep breath, and continued to chant the spell. The sensation returned, stronger and more distinct than before.

"Good, good, good, don’t think about anything. Imagine directing this power from your fingertips to the wand, making it materialize," Cheng Ziang patiently guided her.

Under his reassurance, Yichuan Ying’s state of mind began to relax gradually, and then she felt a powerful force passing through her fingertips, forming a dazzling orb of light before her eyes.

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