The Villain's Counterattack

"Flowers bloom brilliantly, but if you don't watch, appreciate, pick, or break them, they will wither away, leaving you withering and mourning the passing of spring..."

Duan Lang was very curious about what was the reason why Demon Lord Bu Bai Suzhen kept singing the song that the Immortal God liked. However, it was not appropriate for him to ask, because on the surface, Duan Lang did not know the Immortal God, let alone know what the Immortal God liked or said.

"Old lady Rong, is this your master? He is just a black mass, and you can't even tell what he is." During the past few days of getting along, Duan Lang never knew what politeness was, and he portrayed an impulsive young man with a strong sense of justice vividly.

If he could be mature enough to fool Rong Niang, then they would become suspicious. This would be just right or provocative, and his attempt to obtain more intelligence information would make it more acceptable to them.

If he wanted to act, he had to play it full-on. He pretended to be controlled by Rong Niang, but secretly devoured all the true energy she exerted. As he walked with her, Rong Niang never made things difficult for him. However, Duan Lang kept testing him with words, and even Rong Niang could not bear it anymore and sealed his mute point.

When they arrived at Mount Song, Rong Niang unsealed his acupoints and took him to see his master: a being shrouded in dark fog.

Although she couldn't see his figure, she could hear his voice. Duan Lang didn't talk to him immediately. Instead, he turned around and said something to Rong Niang, which made Rong Niang very upset but helpless. She could only scold him angrily, telling him not to be rude to his master.

"Many of the mortal beings are hypocrites. I disdain to associate with all of them, so I use my true energy to emit this black mist to cover my body." The figure in the mist muttered, "True villains are indeed terrifying, but even more terrifying and shameless are those hypocrites who disguise themselves as human beings."

"Although they show their true faces every day, their hearts are not human, but rather those of tigers and wolves. These so-called hypocrites are always eager to show their true human faces to others, fearing that the world will not believe they are human. If so, do you think I am willing to join these shameful hypocrites in vying to show my true face, so that the world will think I am human?"

"I don't care what anyone thinks of me, nor do I mind if people call me a demon. Frankly speaking, I'd rather be a truly dreaded demon shrouded in darkness than a jackal with a human face but the heart of an animal!"

Duan Lang couldn't help but clap his hands upon hearing this. "That's why you've become a non-mainstream person, hiding in the shadows, unknown to the public. You act in a furtive way, not even daring to reveal your true face to others. No wonder you're surrounded by only a few big and small people, and you can't even compete with an 8th-rate family. Are you proud?"

The man in the mist wasn't angry at all when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said, "Often, people with lofty ideals are also quite shrewd. My greatest strength is that I'm too shrewd. Unfortunately, this is also my weakness. I have a long-term vision, seeing through the turmoil of time. I've observed the long course of history and experienced the various aspects of life. Looking back, I find that clear-headed and ambitious people are rare in the world."

"I have great ambitions and don't want to work with a group of hypocritical villains. People with different ideals cannot work together. If we force ourselves to be together, it will only make things worse. It's not that I can't gather a group, but how many people in the world can empathize with me?" The man in the fog spoke in a calm tone, but with an indescribable confidence and calmness.

Duan Lang applauded, "Very good, very good. It really does have a certain air of loneliness at the top. I once studied Buddhism for a while, and someone once asked a Zen master: If someone in this world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, looks down on me, despises me, hates me, or cheats me, how should I deal with it?"

Duan Lang paused for a moment, his gaze casting towards the figure in the mist. The latter paused for a moment before saying, "If he is a Buddhist master, we should tolerate him and let him go. If he is slandered or deceived in the name of justice, we should repay him a hundredfold and then kill him."

Hearing this, Duan Lang frowned and said suspiciously, "Is this what you consider a great monk? As expected, people have different opinions, and dogs only see shit."

Without waiting for Rong Niang and the man in the mist to lash out, Duan Lang continued, "The Zen master's answer was: just tolerate him, let him be, let him be, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, and wait a few years and see what happens."

The figure in the mist sneered, "What are you watching him for? Watching him rise step by step by step on you, watching him continue to swell his power and do more evil? Boy, you come from a respectable background. Being the son of the Southern Lin Sword Master, Duan Shuai, you're quite a name in the martial arts world. But once your father fell into the Lingyun Cave, you were forced to join the Tianxia Society and become a menial servant, suffering from constant bullying and insults. What happened to those who bullied and insulted you?"

"Those who should be high and mighty remain high and mighty, those who should be well-fed and well-clothed continue to indulge in wine and meat. They bully you, suppress you, and despise you, and you truly endure and give in, but what is the result?"

Duan Lang's mouth twitched, "Can I curse?"

The man in the mist couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this, and it took a long time for him to stop. "You are unfortunate, but also lucky. You are born into a noble family, have freedom and no worries about food and clothing, and have a master to teach you martial arts. Even if your father had an accident, you still have a kind friend to take care of you. Although you may not be a high-ranking person, you will not really be reduced to cannon fodder at the bottom of the society."

"You said you are well-read. I know this for sure. You have read a lot of books in the Tianxiahui Library. Although your original intention was not good, you finally chose the Yin-Yang Miscellaneous Classics which is more suitable for doctors. It's not bad at all." The man in the mist told his situation one by one, even including his trip to West Lake in Hangzhou and his acquaintance with the goddess Xueyuan and the goddess Xiaoqing.

However, she did not point out that Duan Lang had exchanged martial arts with them, nor did she mention that the hidden danger under Leifeng Pagoda had been resolved. These two were top secrets. Duan Lang did not disclose them to the outside world, and it seemed that Xue Yuan and Xiao Qing did not leak them either.

But being recognized by Xueyuan and Xiaoqing is a plus for the People in the Mist.

"You always say that you have great ambitions, but I wonder what kind of ambitions this shady black man has?" After arguing with him for a while, Duan Lang finally couldn't help but ask, but he didn't know if it was intentional, his heartbeat was a little louder.

The suddenly accelerated heartbeat attracted the attention of the people in the fog and Rong Niang. They immediately realized that Duan Lang was about to start asking questions, and they couldn't help but laugh in their hearts. Children are children, and they are far worse than Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun in concealing their emotional fluctuations.

But they don't mind this; instead, they find it very interesting.

“Fair democracy!”

"Fairness and democracy?" Duan Lang repeated, chewing on these two words over and over again, with a slightly complicated expression on his face. It had been a long time since he heard these two words. How long had it been?

The people in the fog looked at Duan Lang in surprise as he was silent and didn't say a word. They couldn't help but become more curious, probably because the word democracy was first coined by her. She never thought that before she could explain it, this guy fell into deep thought, seemingly having a lot of ideas.

"Interesting!" The people in the fog instantly paid more attention to Duan Lang. "Yes, it's a fair democracy! A democracy that puts the people first!"

Duan Lang was slightly stunned, then realized that it was this democracy. It seemed that he had misunderstood.

But this seems even more difficult!

"This is too difficult, almost impossible to achieve. It goes against the reality of the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest and respect for the strong. It's difficult! Difficult! Difficult!" Duan Lang said the word "difficult" three times in a row, but his summary of the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest and respect for the strong surprised the people in the fog.

This guy's talent seems to be no less than Feng Yun's, and his insight is so high that perhaps we can have a conversation.