Chapter 50: The Value of Cultivation

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The Value of Cultivation

Grand Celestial Master Zhong Han’s expression twitched. His face turned dark, then flushed red. After a long silence, he stared at Shen Yun and squeezed the words through his teeth, "Why is it that the moment you passed the Celestial Tribulation, you instantly reached Golden Core Peak? This makes no sense."

"Where is the logic in Cultivation?" Shen Yun almost laughed out loud. He managed to steady himself and casually pretended to brush it off. "Maybe it’s because I’m a genius."

In a sense, he had become quite thick-skinned.

Celestial Master Zhong Han was speechless for a while. He gritted his teeth. "E-Even if I can’t beat you, I won’t just surrender."

He had already made a grand boast in front of his daughter. Even if he couldn’t win, he had to display the mighty prestige of a father!

"If you insist, I naturally have no problem with it." Shen Yun paused, then added with a smile, "Besides, having a cute goddaughter like Little Yu’er wouldn’t be bad at all."

Grand Celestial Master Zhong Han’s breathing instantly grew heavy. This guy was going too far!

Miao Yun covered her mouth and snickered. It turned out that Fellow Daoist Shen had a wicked side too; no wonder Sister Xiaojiu liked him so much.

"I really never imagined there would be such a miraculous ancient teleportation formation on Earth." By this time, Master Yu Yifan had finally finished reading the information on the tablet. He let out a long sigh of relief and smiled. "Since there is a genius like Perfected Shen, it seems an old man like this poor monk can finally relax."

"That won’t do," Shen Yun shook his head. "Actually, I came here today with a mission."

"Oh?"

Not only Yu Yifan, but also Zhong Han, who was sulking to the side, looked at Shen Yun. This guy’s strength was not just the greatest in the world. From the looks of it, he could also easily take on five people at once. If he wanted to do something...

"I’ll be direct," Shen Yun said, looking at them. He didn’t intend to beat around the bush. "The Cultivation Technique inheritances obtained in the Otherworld can fill the gaps in our own legacy. Magical treasures, Elixirs, and Heavenly and Earthly Treasures are also beneficial to the development of the entire Huaxia Cultivation Realm. However... getting something for nothing is a sin. Giving for no reason will only bring harm."

"Perfected Shen... what do you need us to do?" Yu Yifan asked.

Judging from the data, the operations in the Otherworld absolutely didn’t lack one or two Golden Cores; having Shen Yun around was more than enough. If they had any use left, it could only be on Earth. And that was exactly the case.

"I want to establish an organization, or rather an alliance—the Huaxia Practitioner Alliance," Shen Yun said solemnly.

Just saying this sentence was enough; there was no need for further explanation. Both Yu Yifan and Zhong Han instantly understood the significance of this Alliance: to uniformly manage all the Cultivators in Huaxia. After just a moment of thought, Zhong Han and Yu Yifan’s eyes gradually lit up.

Unity was better than division!

They had harbored this idea in the past, but they had always been deadlocked on the issue of who would lead and who would contribute. But now, if Shen Yun stepped up, coupled with the immense benefits of the Otherworld, everything was highly promising.

"Amitabha." Yu Yifan chanted a Buddhist invocation, the wrinkles on his face scrunching up in a smile that resembled a blooming chrysanthemum. "In turbulent times, talents will naturally emerge in large numbers. This poor monk has long been waiting for someone to shoulder the great cause of this era."

"I wouldn’t dare claim such a title. I am only doing this because I have no other choice." Shen Yun shook his head and suddenly sighed. "My trip to the Otherworld this time left a deep impression on me. If Cultivators solely focus on their own Cultivation, what contribution can they make to civilization as a whole? Instead, they will only wantonly destroy things just to show off their strength, resulting in that kind of chaotic and foolish world. Civilization needs order to direct power in the right direction."

Director Wei had said it before. There was a common problem with Cultivators committing crimes: they were unwilling to settle down and spend time doing ordinary jobs. Since they didn’t do anything beneficial to others but still relied on their formidable strength to pursue a quality of life far beyond that of regular folks, they could only resort to forcefully seizing what they wanted.

Taking the Otherworld as an example, all the Cultivators were nothing more than greedy parasites gnawing away at the entire civilization.

Shen Yun’s words left Yu Yifan and Zhong Han somewhat stunned. However, after thinking it over carefully, they were horrified to discover that Shen Yun was absolutely right.

Currently, the only value the Cultivators on Earth possessed could be summed up in one word: force. Even for Golden Cores like them, they simply had greater destructive power. They had zero productive value, let alone any contribution to civilization.

And there were tens of millions of Cultivators like this!

"Amitabha. Perfected Shen’s words are truly enlightening. Truly enlightening." Yu Yifan put his hands together, lowered his head deeply, and muttered in a low voice, "Before I started Cultivation, this poor monk would at least help counsel the minds of the people. I didn’t expect that after embarking on the path of Cultivation, everything would instead be solely for my own selfish desires... If a Buddha cannot save all living beings, what is the point of becoming a Buddha?"

At the corner of the sixty-year-old man’s eyes, a hint of tears surprisingly welled up. Of course, it wasn’t just because of Shen Yun’s words. He had suddenly realized that the essence of Cultivation was merely self-transcendence, whereas in the past, he had realized his life’s value through helping others.

"Master, you have already helped many people," Shen Yun said, a little caught off guard. He wondered what he was supposed to do if he made an enlightened high monk cry.

"Hmph," Zhong Han snorted coldly, looking at Shen Yun with a somewhat complex expression. "Although you are a wicked guy, what you said makes some sense."

Recently, in order to become his daughter’s hero, he had deliberately gone into the city to help people clear out dangerous frenzied beasts. He thought he could casually crush them. As a result, half a month had passed, only for him to realize that he couldn’t accomplish much at all. Those frenzied rats were all over the city. The role he played as a Golden Core wasn’t much greater than that of the civilian Cultivators temporarily hired to patrol. To be honest, this was quite a massive blow to him, someone who had finally become a Golden Core after three years of bitter Cultivation.

"Just tell me directly whether you agree or not," Shen Yun curled his lip. A man acting aloof wasn’t cute at all, let alone a bearded middle-aged uncle.

"My Shaolin has no problem." When Master Yu Yifan raised his head, his face had already returned to normal, and he jokingly said, "There are always people on the internet who think our way of helping others is just bluffing. This poor monk has to turn this perception around. How can we let those ox-nosed Taoists steal all the spotlight?"

"I am not an ox-nosed Taoist," Miao Yun scrunched her delicate nose.

"Of course. If this poor monk were forty years younger, seeing Fairy Miaoyun would make me immediately return to secular life," Yu Yifan’s face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum-like smile again.

"Please don’t." Frightened, Miao Yun shrank behind Shen Yun.

"It’s just a joke," Shen Yun turned his head helplessly and whispered.

Miao Yun remained somewhat skeptical. That Azure Emperor was over four hundred years old, yet he still claimed he wanted to abduct her. Hmph, men were all the same. Fortunately, Sister Xiaojiu was around; otherwise, even Fellow Daoist Shen would be no exception.