Chapter 496 - 299: Wu Gongyu’s Side Story: The Maiden and the Divine Beings (Part 2)

Witch Palace Language pouted. "I’m just responsible for killing enemies. All that commanding stuff is too much trouble."

"As long as the enemy is dead, isn’t that a good result?"

After speaking, she tossed the spoils of war in her hand.

The Witch Race High Priest, seeing how unreasonable she was, was both shocked and furious. He berated her directly:

"To use a phrase from the Human Race, you’re rotten wood that can’t be carved!"

"You’re not to participate in the battle anymore. Go and reflect on what you’ve done!"

Soon, she was kicked out of the Commander’s Camp.

’In the end, it’s because the Wild Bull Race doesn’t have a high enough status within the Witch Race.’

’If the Wild Bull Race were a bit stronger, perhaps I wouldn’t have to face this kind of reprimand.’

’For my mother, a member of the Celestial Demon Race, to fall for my father was a rare thing in itself.’

’She even gave up her status in the Celestial Demon Divine Country for him.’

Witch Palace Language walked with her head down, lost in thought. As she exited the tent, a man slightly older than her was waiting for her at the entrance.

The man wore a horned helmet, but it couldn’t hide the heroic air about his face. He had wheat-colored skin and well-defined muscles. He was leaning against the tent post with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for her.

"Got chewed out again?"

The man said with a smile.

Witch Palace Language said sheepishly, "Yeah... The High Priest is so annoying."

"The High Priest is a bit strict, it’s true, but he really does have your best interests at heart."

The heroic-looking man spoke in a gentle tone, "As the Young Master of the Wild Bull Race, I should be the one leading the charge. You, on the other hand, should be more careful. Don’t always be the one rushing to the front."

"I know, Brother. I’ll listen to you."

Witch Palace Language generally listened to what her older brother had to say.

He was her only biological brother.

And the best one at that.

Ever since they were little, no matter if she was being scolded or beaten, or if her peers were bullying her, her brother would always take care of it.

"Brother, do you know what this is?"

Witch Palace Language took out the letter she had seized on the battlefield and handed it to the man before her.

Young Master Ye Niu took the letter. After a cursory glance, a smile couldn’t help but appear on his lips.

"This is a love letter."

"It’s from a man to a woman. It looks like a secret crush."

Witch Palace Language asked curiously, "What’s a secret crush?"

"It’s when one person has feelings, but the other person doesn’t know."

"That sounds tragic."

Witch Palace Language let out a little "Huh?"

Young Master Ye Niu chuckled lightly. "You’re wrong. The love between a man and a woman should be one of the most beautiful things in this world. It’s just that sometimes, things don’t go as planned, and there’s truly nothing to be done about it."

"But that doesn’t change the place love holds in people’s hearts."

Witch Palace Language thought for a moment, a troubled look on her face. "So if I killed him, does that mean he’ll never get to see the girl he loves?"

Young Master Ye Niu patted her dark hair and comforted her, "Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. All of this is because our factions are different, our missions are different, and the burdens we carry are different."

"You must remember, if you ever meet anyone, no matter who they are, who threatens your life, you cannot feel a shred of pity. You must kill them decisively. Otherwise, the one who dies will be you."

Witch Palace Language nodded. "I understand."

"I think I understand what you meant now, Brother."

At that moment, she seemed to understand what she had done and why the High Priest had been so angry.

’Every Witch Race warrior, much like that Daoist Disciple, has their own family and friends.’

’My recklessness has indeed hurt many people without me even realizing it.’

’Perhaps this is also what separates the Witch Race from other races.’

The Witch Race, unlike the Bone Race or the Ghost Race, is not among the ranks of the Undead.

The Witch Race, like the Celestial Demon Race, are living beings of the Holy Netherworld. The conditions for their birth are vastly different from those of the Undead.

Young Master Ye Niu turned his back, speaking as if struck by a sudden thought. "Our Witch Race is blessed by the Divine Beings. We often survive deadly situations and possess talent and potential that ordinary people can’t imagine. But I, your brother, still find myself envying the life of the Human Race."

"Why is that? I’ve heard others say that everything in the Human Race is controlled by rules that are like some sort of Dao, that it’s not a good place and there’s no freedom."

Witch Palace Language was very confused.

In the Holy Netherworld, the Human Domain of Central Plains has been propagandized as a cage-like place, yet one that possesses extraordinary treasures, resources, and Destiny, just waiting for the people of the Holy Netherworld to claim.

Young Master Ye Niu looked at his sixteen-year-old sister and said with a faint smile,

"Ever since the Middle Ages, the Human Race has relied on itself for everything. All things are free."

"The so-called Dao and its rules are boundaries established to protect the existence of the weak."

"In contrast, look at the Holy Netherworld. On the surface, everything is free, the strong are revered, and the weak can only become slaves. Yet even the most basic matter of Cultivation requires the approval of the Divine Beings. Take your coming-of-age ceremony, for example. If you don’t meet the requirements of the Divine Beings, you can’t become a true Witch Race warrior."

"The chaotic cycle of day and night, the dangers of the unknown darkness—it all causes people to fear the Divine Beings more and more. This fear, even after ten thousand, or a hundred thousand years, can never be eliminated."

Witch Palace Language’s eyes filled with yearning. "The Lord God... just how strong are they?"

Young Master Ye Niu laughed heartily. "How strong? I’m afraid ’strong’ is an inadequate word. If you cultivate until you become a Witch Race Divine Being, you could emulate the Ancient Ancestral Witches, reshape the Six Paths of Reincarnation, even bring the dead back to life. You could do many impossible things. ’Strong’ can no longer summarize it. It’s basically equivalent to receiving the fortune of heaven and earth, allowing you to be revered for all eternity."

"Brother, where did you get these ideas just now?"

A doubt grew in Witch Palace Language’s heart. She felt that her brother’s words were actually quite dangerous.

If these thoughts got out, they would undoubtedly be considered blasphemous and would lead to a reckoning from the Divine Temple.