TGDS Chapter 75.3

The Good Dad System (Arc 10) Chapter 75.3: The Villain’s Dad in the Cultivation Novels (15)

As he neared the end of his teenage years, he was granted the opportunity to appear on the Jiutian Forum. He had naively assumed that the sect leader was the sect’s foremost and most powerful figure, and that Pei Mingzhen was a bully. But then he discovered that his silent senior brother, the one who cheerfully smiled in the Contribution Hall, was actually a direct disciple of the sect’s most powerful elder… While the Lanyue Sect was the leader of the Nine Sects, the West Sea still had the Alliance of Independent Cultivators. While they were inferior as a group, their individual strength was unmatched.

He understood that even above cultivators, there were still cultivators.

He felt so insignificant, staring at everyone from the Lord of Xingyun City to Lin Lianxing, Pei Mingzhen, and Sect Leader Pei. But to others, they were looking at the boundless realms above.

He wanted to become stronger, but could he conquer all the people in this realm?

Xiang Wentian’s resolve wavered, his mind damaged, and he struggled to move forward.

Of course, even so, his resentment towards this world could not dissipate – even though he was very small compared to this world, there were not many people he had to defeat. Then, when he logged onto the forum, he discovered a magical section. The entrance to this section was very hidden, called the Heart Demon Communication Area. One could clearly see countless posts inside, but they had never floated to the top of the forum. After entering, Xiang Wentian discovered that, to put it bluntly, this was a place for cultivators to collectively share their bad moods. Whenever they encountered a little unhappiness, no matter how big or small the matter was, they could tell it here, and it would be more or less comforting.

When he entered, the top post already had countless replies. The title was quite long: [People in this world are so foolish, they only see the first place, never knowing how excellent the second place is!] Clicking on it, he realized it was a serialized post, one that had been running for a long time.

But Xiang Wentian immediately dismissed it. The poster’s inner demons were so small, without a trace of resentment. All he could do was complain: [My daughter is obviously beautiful and kind, far superior to his son, yet he dares to brag? How shameless!]

[Even though he’s number one, he’s still so stingy, charging me every day and restricting my activities. It’s truly inhumane! If I were number one, I’d definitely have no fees, no restrictions, and no time limits!]

[Infuriating! Back then, I laughed at his stupidity, seeing him buy some junk. Now I’m going to buy some from him, and he’s charging me exorbitant prices? Is the world blind to this number one?]

[Shameless guy, actually mocking the numerous omissions in my financial reports!] When traveling, of course we need to be magnificent and splendid, to demonstrate the prestige of our sect. How can we call it wasteful if we spend appropriately? This old man is furious. I don’t bother to pay attention to such fools who don’t understand beauty and ugliness!

Damn it! His sect actually invented a star ship. It’s beautiful, stable, and surrounded by clouds. I want to buy it, I really want to buy it!

I have to scold him again today. I’ve already bought it. I’m furious!

The comments below seem to have many people who recognize the original poster. They often come up to comfort him, saying things like when running a sect, you can’t be stingy, spend appropriately, and live within your means. Among them, there is one reply that is the most active. The name is very arrogant. It says something like “My son is the best in the world”. Every time it appears, it can make the original poster angry and scold him several times. But generally speaking, there are more comforts.

Xiang Wentian always had a lot of things in his heart. No matter he was in the early years in Xingyun City or later when he came to the sect, he dared not reveal his thoughts or write them down. He just kept them in mind silently. After holding them in for a long time, people always have the desire to talk. Before, he would occasionally sneak to the back mountain to find a cliff and yell. Later, the old fox spirit got angry in the spirit beast garden, saying that someone in the back mountain was yelling strangely, which affected the mating of the spirit beasts. He insisted on finding this person and punishing him. Xiang Wentian had no choice but to give up this habit, which made him feel more and more depressed.

Now that he had a place to share, he naturally spoke freely. He had heard from his fellow disciples that the Nine Sects had signed an agreement not to investigate any secondary accounts under their names, so he created one specifically, naming it He Hentian, and began composing his own post. He kept some of the terms vague, though. For example, if he was engaged, he could just say he was married. If he joined the Lanyue Sect, there was no need to list the sect’s name. Other regulations could also be adjusted as appropriate… Once he posted, he nervously awaited a reply, hoping for approval and to join in scolding the poster’s wife, her father, the son of the elder with connections, and so on.

The world of cultivation was full of idlers, and even more so the internet-addicted young, middle-aged, and elderly. Some had already discovered this sharing paradise and loved to hang out there day in day out, answering questions promptly. Soon, a number of replies had already appeared. The first few were quite kind, soothing the poster, promising to wait and see and urging him to live a good life. But somewhere along the line, the tone began to deviate.

[So, what you’re saying is that you and your wife were both accepted into a major sect, but because your qualifications were inferior, you were abandoned? As an old veteran who has had thirty Taoist partners, I’d like to comfort you. The world of cultivation is different from the mortal world. The fairies are all capable fighters, and one is as good as three. There are no arranged marriages like in the mortal world. Furthermore, the lifespan of a cultivator is far too long. A mortal’s feud can end in just twenty or thirty years, but if a cultivator can’t end it in time, they may have to resent each other for thousands of years. Therefore, after entering the realm of cultivation, many things cannot be generalized. You should be more open-minded and, like me, always find the right fairy. A harmonious relationship is a good thing!]

[It’s a good thing for you to be called “Hate Heaven.” If you want to hate so many people, why not just hate Heaven? First of all, why do people in the cultivation world let go of their worldly ties? The world of cultivation is completely different from the mortal world. How can you apply the old rules to this? Which fairy would you go to and talk about the Three Obediences and Four Virtues? I’ll definitely blast your dantian and send you to the Medical Immortal for research. Secondly, as far as I know, who in the sect these days has connections? If the elder’s son was born without talent, wouldn’t he have been sent back to the mortal world to live? What’s wrong with taking better care of one’s own son? My master also took care of me. Surely everyone in the world is pure-hearted, selfless, and completely blames others, right?]

[Based on what the poster said, I also think your wife was wrong to immediately separate from you. However, if there’s no love, then it’s a necessary decision. Of course, if the poster is in financial difficulty, your wife should still take care of you and put you in a different situation. If you and your wife are not on good terms, would you be willing to stay with her for a thousand years? Secondly, what exactly did your Senior Brother, do wrong? From what you’ve described, your wife repeatedly approached him, but he didn’t respond. And yet you still hate him? It’s truly an undeserved disaster! “OP, cultivation requires cultivating one’s heart. If you can’t change your heart, it will sooner or later become a hidden danger.”]

Xiang Wentian’s eyes were almost red with anger. He replied to each reply, explaining with all his might, hoping to convince everyone. He racked his brains, explaining how he had benefited his wife’s family in the past, yet suffered constant bullying. Of course, this was also rejected. They repeatedly pressed him on the specific forms of bullying, and he finally stammered about the cold shoulder. Although comforted, the responders didn’t believe he should be affected by it.

He could still somewhat defend himself against the complaints about Lin Lianxing—after all, many people could understand the hardship of living under someone else’s roof. But regarding the complaints about Pei Mingzhen and Pei Naochun, he was practically silenced.

Did your senior brothers or elders ever target you? Or allow others to bully you? No, he currently rotates in the Contribution Hall, receiving generous dividends, far less than other outer disciples of other sects.

Has your senior brother reunited with your divorced wife? Furthermore, does your sect have a rule that separate Daoists from the same sect cannot marry? No, it was Lin Lianxing who was too eager. He knew Pei Mingzhen was a swordsman obsessed with cultivation.

Didyour senior brother, when teaching you, ever hide anything? Or mislead you? Otherwise, how could you say he delayed your progress? No, still not… He simply resented the pain of jumping off a cliff that year, even though the other party was truly unaware of it.

By the end of his questioning, almost all the respondents were stunned, asking in unison, “So, what did your senior brother and his father do wrong to deserve your resentment?”

Xiang Wentian looked at his own reply, then at the other posts, and suddenly felt lost. The faith that had always sustained him was about to crumble.

He had lived through so much pain all those years, torturing himself and enduring hardships, just to achieve supremacy and slay those who had bullied him. But now, someone told him that he had never been bullied, and that it was all his own fault.

He wanted to refute this view, but he couldn’t help but be convinced. No matter how humiliating his life was in Xingyun City, at least he had food and drink, and was treated like a guest. Although he had to hand over the wealth accumulated by his parents, he no longer suffered from any covetous gazes when he grew up. When the Lanyue Sect wanted to recruit disciples, the city lord did not stop him and took the initiative to invite him to come. It was not perfect for him, but he could barely be considered to have taken responsibility.

After arriving at the Lanyue Sect, he was even more hungry and thirsty. Because he encountered many opportunities, he occasionally obtained many skills and natural treasures, and lived like a fish in water. The old man with spiritual beasts valued him very much and taught him many secret recipes for taming beasts. He only had to wait for enough contribution points to exchange for the Silver Moon White Tiger with the best qualifications in the entire spiritual beast garden. Although Senior Brother Li Dahai was not as qualified as him, he never felt jealous and even gave him some pills from time to time. Although he disliked Pei Mingzhen, every time someone asked a question, the other party would answer it carefully and even brought outer disciples with him.

We’d been to the secret realm outside the mountain gate together.

So, what exactly was he hating?

The post projected before him refreshed again, and many people responded. The one at the bottom read: [Cultivating the mind begins with cultivating the heart. What kind of heart are you cultivating? What kind of path are you looking at? If you cultivate hatred, all you see is hatred. If you cultivate the path, hatred disappears.]

Xiang Wentian spat out a mouthful of blood, staining even the jade pendant in front of him. He stared at it grimly, then suddenly laughed. This laugh stirred his heart, his zhenqi flowed wildly, and there was a faint sign of his mind shattering.

…

Sect competitions are always a major event. Everyone in the sect began preparing. The competition mainly saw the inner disciples competing against each other, and the competition ended when the time came. Outer disciples had the opportunity to challenge each other. If they won the challenge or were noticed by other elders, they would have the opportunity to be promoted to the inner sect.

Pei Naochun naturally sat in the main seat, quietly looking at the many disciples below the stage, his face expressionless and calm. He Shu was the emcee today, he announced the start and asked if any outer disciples wanted to challenge – this can be simply explained as an exhibition match, most outer disciples are not very skilled, and few can withstand too many moves.

There are many outer disciples, sitting together, eager to make a move, looking at each other, and some are reluctant to be the first to do so –

“Outer disciple Xiang Wentian challenges Senior Brother Pei Mingzhen to a fight!” A sound was heard, and the whole audience was shocked.

“Pei Mingzhen accepts the challenge.” Pei Mingzhen was wearing a red robe, holding the knife, and seemed to have merged with the knife.