Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

Chapter 1389: Chapter 318: Gaining the Golden Headed Crow, Entering Wushen Valley Again

At this moment, an elder from the Witch Clan, who appeared to be in his fifties and should be Feng Xuewen’s uncle by rank, spoke: ”Clan Leader!”

Feng Xuewen looked at him. The elder said: ”Although you have the power to rival Heaven and Earth, you must not disgrace the roots of our Witch Clan!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned, looking at Feng Xuewen. Feng Xuewen looked at him and asked: ”Roots, what do you mean by roots?”

The Witch Clan elder replied: ”Of course, it is the inheritance of the Witch God!”

Feng Xuewen said: ”The Witch God Inheritance, yes, it is indeed the foundation passed down through generations of our Witch Clan, but has anyone ever considered that this very foundation might be the obstacle hindering our clan’s development? Many of our hardships arise because of this foundation!”

Upon hearing this, the crowd exchanged glances and looked at Feng Xuewen. The elder said again: ”Clan Leader, why are you speaking nonsense?”

”The hardships of our Witch Clan are caused by outsiders, what does it have to do with the inheritance?”

”Outsiders, you are right. The first thing our Witch Clan children learn is to guard against outsiders because they are always plotting against us.”

”Then I ask you, why do outsiders plot against us?”

Everyone present answered: ”Of course, they covet our Martial God Inheritance!”

”Yes, they covet our Witch God Inheritance!”

”Indeed, the Witch God Inheritance!”

As these words were spoken, everyone said that outsiders covet their Witch God Inheritance. Ever since the Witch God left behind his inheritance through secret techniques, each generation of the Witch Clan has been coveted and attacked by outsiders.

After all, this cost-free inheritance cultivates a master of the Molten Furnace Realm, something no great power wants to easily give up. So, for hundreds of years, almost all adult males of the Witch Clan have fought against those who use various means to seek the Witch God Inheritance.

The adult mortality rate of the entire Witch Clan over the years has reached two-fifths.

One in every five adult men dies in battle with outsiders after reaching adulthood.

The turmoil has plunged the entire Witch Clan into a state of pain. Which family hasn’t lost two relatives?

Some children lose their parents, and others grieve for their children. These hundreds of years for the Witch Clan have been painful.

Seeing this, Feng Xuewen was determined to bring change. He looked at the crowd and said: ”Indeed, they all covet our Witch God Inheritance. As long as this inheritance exists, the greedy and ambitious outsiders won’t cease their aggression against the Witch Clan.”

”Yes, I may be able to help fend off today’s enemies with tactics, but there will be more tomorrow, and after that, even more.”

”The Witch Clan numbers only a thousand, while outside people amount to millions. How can we stand against so many?”

”There will come a day when we can’t withstand it, and if that day comes, we will lose the inheritance, and the clan will perish!”

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent. That’s right, if there comes a day when they can’t hold on, the clan will perish!

Moreover, many people know that such a day will inevitably come. No one dares to guarantee they can always protect this ancestral gift!

Feng Xuewen pondered for a moment before speaking: ”There is a saying among the Han people, ’You can only catch a thief for one day; you can’t guard against one for a thousand days.’ Our Witch Clan is engaged in the work of guarding against thieves for a thousand days. We are using mere thousands to contend with millions from outside. How can such a clan not face extinction?”

Feng Xuewen had said this before, but at the time, many regarded him as a madman. They ridiculed his imagination and lack of filial piety for wanting to give up their heritage.

Today, standing here speaking to them is not the Feng Xuewen who was ridiculed for being foolish from reading too much but rather the third Earthly Immortal in this world!

Thus, after he finished speaking, all the Witch Clan looked serious; they listened.

Sometimes it’s just like this: when your status is low, no one listens, no matter how reasonable you are.

But when you achieve success and fame, even your trivial words are regarded as profound wisdom.

This change in status brings a change in discourse power.

This is the case with Feng Xuewen. When he, as an Earthly Immortal, spoke these words, the clansmen no longer laughed at him but regarded him seriously.

At this time, someone spoke: ”Clan Leader, what do you propose we do?”

Feng Xuewen looked at the speaker, who was the elder who spoke initially, whom he should call clan uncle based on clan hierarchy.

”Abandon the Witch God Inheritance and break this curse lasting hundreds of years!”

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, abandon the inheritance!

At this moment, everyone looked at Feng Xuewen in confusion, and Feng Xuewen spoke: ”Abandoning this Witch God Inheritance isn’t a loss for us; on the contrary, it benefits the development of our Witch Clan.”

”Everyone, do you know the price of this Witch Clan’s inheritance, generation after generation?”

The Witch Clan members looked at each other in dismay.

Feng Xuewen said: ”It’s the lifespan of our descendants and grandchildren. Do you know why we of the Witch Clan don’t live past sixty? It’s not because of our clan’s natural short lifespan, but because this inheritance absorbs all our Witch people’s lifespans to sustain itself.”

”Old clan uncle, you are fifty-six this year, aren’t you?”

Feng Xuewen looked at the speaker, who was silent for a moment before replying: ”Yes.”

”That means you have a maximum of four years left to live.”

”I am not afraid to die!”

The old clan uncle replied.