Chapter 311 – Open Hearts Discussing Heroes

Reverend Changqing: “The great river eastward flows, with its waves are gone all those gallant heroes of bygone years.”

As he spoke, Reverend Changqing carried an air of concealed sorrow.

It was as if in his eyes, the people and things that had passed contained too much emotion from this lifetime, momentarily leaving him at a loss for words, inevitably evoking a sense of nostalgia.

Infected by this atmosphere, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Clearly, he was deeply curious about this old man’s life experiences.

Though he didn’t know what experiences could make such an attained master reveal such sentiments, he also understood that these were innate emotions common to all mortals.

Reverend Changqing: “I sought you today because I actually have many questions to ask you in person. However, after seeing you, this old daoist naturally understands everything.”

At this point, Reverend Changqing suddenly turned and gazed intently at the space between someone’s eyebrows, saying mysteriously: “Your glabella shows extraordinary purple, with heaven-defying fortune. You are undoubtedly a dragon among men.”

Ye Kuang: “What are you trying to say, venerable one?”

No sooner had he spoken than he clearly showed no interest in such fortune-telling.

Seeing this, Reverend Changqing couldn’t help but flick his horsetail whisk and said with a laugh: “Then this old daoist won’t waste words with you. Let’s get straight to the main topic.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang also laughed freely.

Clearly, he showed some approval for straightforward people.

“This discussion is about heroes. I ask you, young friend, to open your heart and speak freely.” Reverend Changqing said while stroking his beard with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel somewhat puzzled, then said with a bitter smile: “How can we ordinary people presumptuously discuss the existence of heroes?”

At this point, he clearly wouldn’t make presumptuous comments nor elaborate too much, because how could a young fellow like him discuss the living environment earned by predecessors.

Hearing this, Reverend Changqing couldn’t help but nod secretly, then could only explain: “Not so, not so…”

But as Reverend Changqing changed his tone, he inevitably continued: “Discussing heroes doesn’t require you to speculate about heroes, but rather to uphold a mind that understands right from wrong, and briefly talk about who throughout history can be called heroes?”

Hearing these words, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but suddenly see the light.

After thinking for a moment, he then said solemnly: “Across the vast landscape, rivers and mountains may change, but what remains constant is that heroes emerge generation after generation, numerous as carps swimming across a river, flocking in crowds. Yet precisely because of this, the value of true heroes is highlighted.”

Having said this, he then couldn’t help but sigh: “Not to mention how many prodigies have appeared across this vast land, just the number of War Gods alone reaches hundreds or even thousands. Some made their mark in civil positions, while others excelled in martial arts to stand unrivaled under heaven. There are even those who achieved mastery through comprehensive understanding, dominating through unorthodox methods. These people might generally be nothing more than this.”

Reverend Changqing: “Hmm, then do you know that heroes have never been asked about their origins, only because wealth should make one ponder its source?”

As he spoke, Reverend Changqing sighed inexplicably: “The wind gains fame thanks to sufficiently strong gusts, trees cast shadows because of the shining sun. If I may ask how much sorrow you have, it’s like trying to cut flowing water with a sword – the water flows on regardless.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but ponder inwardly.

How could he not understand the profound meaning in this old man’s words?Wealth and honor do not lie in being credited with the title of hero, but in maintaining one’s original aspirations and singular mission amidst adversity, possessing a transcendent and broad-minded spirit that rises above worldly concerns.

Thinking this, Ye Kuang’s expression grew stern as he fixed his gaze on the elder’s eyes, speaking word by word: “I do not understand the definition of a hero, for in our land, heroes never meet a good end. This is not an exaggeration but a fact.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but empathize. Though reluctant to believe it, he had to admit that “heroes” were predecessors to be remembered—a term not applied to the living but reserved for deeds universally acknowledged for their contributions.

A “hero” is one who never forgets their original purpose until death, possessing the resolve to dedicate themselves to the world.

Of course, cultural differences indirectly lead to varied interpretations of the word “hero,” yet it is undeniable that, regardless of whether they are beloved by the masses, every ordinary person in this world is a hero in their own right.

Upon hearing this, Reverend Changqing seemed to reminisce about the past and said bitterly, “Indeed, heroes are rare and precious. But if such an opportunity arose, might I ask if you would dare to try? After all, the world is changing day by day, and it is no longer under anyone’s control. If there is even the slightest possibility, this old Daoist hopes you can rise to the occasion.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but brace himself.

The words bore a striking resemblance to what the elder had once said—standing at the forefront of the storm, asking: If not me, then who?

“What virtue or ability do I, a mere mortal, possess to undertake such a great responsibility, let alone dare to try?”

“Exert all your ability, apply all your learning, utilize all you have gained, realize all you have comprehended, and strive for victory from the outset.”

“Forgive me for disagreeing. Though a hero may earn the adoration of the masses, my fate is something I wish to hold in my own hands. If the heavens collapse, I lack the strength to resist; if the earth splits apart, how could a mere youth like me possibly stop it?”

After speaking, Ye Kuang seemed somewhat disheartened, regarding fame and reputation as fleeting as wandering clouds—hardly worth mentioning.

For he had his own mission: to pass on eternity.

Seeing this, Reverend Changqing naturally understood what Ye Kuang was thinking and could only explain, “The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every common man. How can you stand aloof? Moreover, this old Daoist knows you have your own convictions, but I must also tell you that no matter which path you take, it will immerse you in its course, often without your realizing it.”

Ye Kuang: “I do not understand these principles, nor do I wish to concern myself with them. Yet I am well aware that the greater one’s ability, the greater their responsibility. Let me be frank: the path I tread is not only rugged and arduous but fraught with danger. That I have come this far is precisely because of my pure heart, which has led me to your esteemed presence.”

His voice, by the end, was filled with unwavering conviction and an inseparable passion.

“If the blade is not honed through grinding, how can it reveal its sharpness? Just like a hero, without enduring a life of hardships, how can one witness the blossoms on the other shore?” Reverend Changqing suddenly remarked.

Ye Kuang: “Though these words may differ greatly, perhaps it is as you say, Elder. If my fate is intertwined with all, how could I, a mere youth, remain detached and unaffected?”His tone then shifted, and he couldn’t help but feel deeply moved. He spoke solemnly: “But if the world expects me alone to bear the great banner, then I must beg your pardon for being selfish. Because I know my own limitations. A person’s ability may stem from the bitter experiences they’ve endured, driving them to strive relentlessly. However, when it exceeds one’s capabilities, it no longer makes a hero but ends in tragedy.”

Hearing this, Reverend Changqing seemed to understand exactly what was in Ye Kuang’s heart. He laughed heartily and said: “Ah, it’s not quite right to put it that way. Although this old Daoist doesn’t know what hardships you’ve endured, I can surmise some. Since we’ve asked you to open your heart, there naturally comes a layer of protection. This isn’t just my intention alone, but everyone’s. When your abilities surpass what we can imagine, we hope you’ll remember what you said today…”

Before he finished speaking, Reverend Changqing then declared clearly: “One must break before rising, only then can they see the radiant light. Presumably, what worries you is your own safety. This old Daoist guarantees that even if I were a moth flying into the flame, I would ensure your temporary peace.”

Ye Kuang: “What do you mean by that, venerable one?”

Reverend Changqing: “Exactly as the words imply.”

Ye Kuang: “…”

In that instant, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: “Why go to such lengths? What virtue or ability do I possess to deserve this?”

Hearing this, Reverend Changqing didn’t offer excessive explanations. Instead, he grew increasingly appreciative of the young man.

Just as his dear friend had said back then: If this child were to become a Flying Dragon in Sky, he would undoubtedly soar to great heights…