One Planet for Everyone: Starting to Build a Cultivation Civilization

Long Tian was shocked again. In his perception, human monks and demons are mortal enemies. Once they meet, they will kill each other. His parents will fall in love?
Seeing Long Tian's bewildered expression, Yang Fan smiled: "Long Tian, ​​nothing in this world is black and white. Where there is the sun, there will be shadows. Similarly, where there are shadows, there must be shadows." With the light."

"It's like your father. Although he was a monk of the human race, he fell in love with a monster by chance. In the end, he fought bloody battles and gave his life to protect you and your mother."

Long Tian was still in shock, trying hard to digest.

"And the demon, who has always played the role of a good person in your impression, is really as good as you think?"

"Your Uncle Sun really kindly took you in at the beginning, but later he fought with a human monk, and the inner alchemy was cut out of cracks, his cultivation level continued to decline, and his lifespan continued to shorten."

"In order to survive, he pointed the butcher's knife at you unarmed young children. If I hadn't chosen you, you would have died under his butcher's knife tonight!"

Long Tian was silent, the prejudice in his heart was rapidly disappearing, replaced by a broader vision and a grander world view.

Seeing the realization in Long Tian's eyes, Yang Fan nodded.

"Those who achieve great things must stand on the peak and overlook the whole world, so that they will not be blinded by a few words, resulting in a blind eye, unable to distinguish the truth from the truth. This is the first lesson for you as a teacher."

"Second question, Long Tian, ​​what do you plan to do with your Uncle Sun?"

This question stumped Long Tian, ​​he looked at the middle-aged man who collapsed on the ground, skinny and pale, and his heart was very complicated.

This man just brandished a kitchen knife at Long Tian not long ago, intending to take his life.

But before that, the middle-aged man took good care of Long Tian, ​​was gentle and patient, just like his father.

If the middle-aged man hadn't fought fiercely with a human cultivator a few years ago, his inner alchemy was broken and his life was in danger, I'm afraid he wouldn't have done such a frightening thing!

As Yang Fan said before, nothing in the world is black and white.

Long Tian's feelings for his Uncle Sun are also very complicated and difficult to sort out.

"Your Uncle Sun is actually not far from death. His inner alchemy is severely damaged. Even if he devours his own kind and absorbs the power of monsters, it will only slow down the time of his death."

"This time, he failed to eat you, and he has ten days at most left to live."

Hearing this, Long Tian softened his heart a little.

"Since he's already like this, I..."

Before Long Tian could finish his sentence, a shout of anger suddenly resounded through his mind, making his scalp numb.

"Have you forgotten those compatriots who died at his hands? Lambs, tigers, rabbits, and wolves were all buried in his belly. You pity him now, but who will pity the things in his belly?" Four young children?"

Remembering that those companions who played with him before had all died tragically under the butcher's knife of the middle-aged man, Long Tian was suddenly furious, burning all the pity in his heart to ashes.

Long Tian poured demon power into his eyes, swept out the middle-aged man's inner alchemy, and then punched it hard, smashing the already riddled inner alchemy to pieces!
The inner alchemy of the Yaozu is the place where their cultivation is stored and where their lives gather.

Once the inner alchemy is broken, the demon's life will also end.

Blood oozes from the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, his eyes widen, he stares at Longtian, his withered arm trembles and touches Longtian's face, but before he gets close, he loses control and falls at Longtian's feet.

Long Tian sat down on the ground, looking at his blood-stained fist, his eyes gradually blurred with tears.

"Master, is it right or wrong for me to do this?"

Yang Fan sighed: "In the world, it is difficult to tell right from wrong, so some simple and clear methods of judgment are needed."

"Long Tian, ​​Master asks you, should he be killed?"

"It should be killed."

"Then are you capable of killing him?"

"Have."

"In that case, you have done nothing wrong."

Long Tian felt better, and stood up from the ground, but his expression still looked a little lonely.

"If you are just an ordinary demon, you can choose not to kill him, and you can let him live for a few more days, so as not to make yourself suffer."

"But you are my chosen one. You are the hero who will shoulder the heavy responsibility of the rise of the Yaozu. You will definitely face more cruel tests in the future. If you are not careful, you will be doomed."

"The dangers you face not only come from the powerful human race, but also from your own kind, and sometimes even from yourself."

"If you want to become a generation of demon kings, you must have a strong heart, be decisive in killing, always be energetic and full of confidence."

"Your temperament should make people feel close, but also make people feel awed. Only in this way, your subordinates will be used by you, and they will not harbor evil intentions against you."

"This is the second lesson my teacher taught you today."

Long Tian stared blankly at the sky, with an indelible exhaustion in his eyes.

"Master, being a demon king must be tiring and lonely, right?"

Yang Fan nodded: "The king is always lonely. Walking on a road that no one knows, he needs to bear a lot of things that others can't bear, and do many things that others can't do."

"If you feel that you really can't be the demon king, you can say so, and I don't blame you as a teacher."

Yang Fan didn't intend to embarrass this child who was only seven or eight years old. After all, not everyone can become a generation of kings like Qi and Huang.

Long Tian is indeed extraordinary, with a strong bloodline and outstanding temperament, but if he can't pass this level, in order for the Yaozu to rise smoothly, Yang Fan should find someone else.

"Master, the road to the throne is a lonely road, and I am also a lonely monster. I... am ready to meet all challenges."

Yang Fan saw the brilliance in Long Tian's eyes, and nodded in relief.

"Master, what do I need to do now? Go call on the monster race and launch a counterattack against humans?"

Yang Fan shook his head: "You think too much, that's not something you can do now."

"There are only two things you have to do now. First, practice hard. Your teacher will show you where the resources are, but you still have to fight for the resources yourself."

"This is a cruel road, but the real kings come out of the mountains of corpses and bones. You will get the most precious training during these years."

"Second, you have to learn humbly from the human race, not only to learn their history, but also to learn their fighting style and the technology they have mastered."

"The way of swordsmanship, the way of alchemy, the way of talismans, the way of tools, and the way of puppets, you have to be proficient in all of them. The teacher will strictly check your learning progress. If you are a little slack, the teacher will punish you severely!"