The Villain's Counterattack

"Haha, everyone is equal?" Duan Lang sneered. "People are born unequal. Tall or short, fat or thin, healthy or poor, the offspring of the strong and the descendants of the sick and weak, do you think it's possible to be equal? ​​A foolish, idiotic child born from inbreeding, or even a freak, deformed idiot, you want him to be equal to a child of destiny like Fengyun. Do you think that's fair?"

Duan Lang stared at the figure in the mist and sneered, "What you call equality for all is precisely the greatest injustice to the strong and capable."

"To improve myself, I studied and practiced diligently day and night. Because of Xiongba's existence, I was bullied. To change this fate, I offered my family's unique skill, the Eclipse Sword Technique, and even abandoned my own martial arts in exchange for a better environment."

"After working tirelessly day and night, I created something from nothing. I practiced the Yin-Yang Classics and endured the burning flames and biting ice. Finally, I achieved great success and was promoted to a master. You let me be equal to those ordinary Tianxia disciples who just eat and wait for death and have no ambition to make progress. Is this fair to me? Do you think this is fair?" Duan Lang's words silenced the people in the fog.

"People are different, some are wise and some are foolish, some are wise and some are not, some are tall and some are short, some are beautiful and some are ugly. Let's not even talk about those things that are innate. Just think about the differences in personality and acquired effort, which create different levels of ability for different people. Have you really thought carefully about what the ultimate outcome of your so-called no distinction between high and low and joint decision-making will be?" Duan Lang sneered, "You want equality for all and equal distribution of wealth, then let me ask you..."

"After the land is divided equally, some people are diligent and some are lazy, so the harvest will naturally be more or less. What should we do now? Take the income from the hardworking people and give it to the lazy people?" Duan Lang's words made the people in the fog even more silent. She was very talented and naturally knew that it was impossible to do so. Otherwise, it would be the greatest injustice to the hardworking people. If this continued, everyone would think about getting something for nothing, and the world would perish.

"Have you ever thought about another point? There are many professions in the world, and there are all kinds of trades and professions related to food, clothing, housing and transportation. There are not only farmers, merchants and workers, but also many managers. Is what you call equal distribution really a good thing? People's hearts are selfish and human nature is lazy. If you force them to share the same things, the world will be in chaos." Duan Lang's voice was firm.

The figure in the mist remained silent for a long time before responding, "Human nature is a mixture of good and evil. If diligently guided, it should be more than this. Furthermore, equality for all does not necessarily require equal distribution of wealth. Equal opportunity is also fair and equal. Should the emperor be punished equally with the common people if he breaks the law?"

"Then, who determines the law?" Duan Lang has experienced several lifetimes, and his understanding of human nature and worldly affairs is much better than that of the self-admiring Demon Lord. As a former founding emperor, he has dealt with many conflicts and disputes, and experienced all kinds of worldly affairs, which are much better than the Demon Lord's two hundred years of staying at home.

There are many strange strong people in this world. They like to hide from the world, no matter if they are the Immortal God or the Demon Lord. Others such as the Sword Saint and Wuming are the same. On the contrary, the less talented Emperor Shitian likes to change his appearance and stir up trouble everywhere, until he meets a tough guy and is seriously injured, then he retreats to the world.

However, he was also proficient in the art of hiding, and he never refrained from making a big splash to dominate the world, nor did he make his name, Xu Fu, who lived two thousand years ago, known to the world. But most of the time, he was also a otaku.

The Demon Lord has great ambitions and wants to think about things that others dare not. Perhaps it is because he has read too many history books, or perhaps he has witnessed the evil of human nature and the tragedies in the world, and he has a whimsical idea of ​​wanting to speak for the weak, which is why he came up with this idea.

She and the Immortal God are actually two extremes. One is a demon with affection, righteousness and excessive compassion, and the other is a selfish and cold-blooded god. It really makes Duan Lang speechless.

"To put it bluntly, you want to bring about a revolution. You're gifted, intelligent, well-read, and familiar with history. You've experienced all kinds of life and understand the ups and downs of human nature. But have you ever considered that people with ideas like yours really haven't existed in history?" Duan Lang sneered. "There's never been a shortage of smart people in the world, but why hasn't anyone succeeded until now? Have you ever thought about that?"

The person in the mist said lightly: "Smart people also have different levels, and they also have selfish desires. Everyone has their own ambitions, and they cannot be distinguished or suppressed by talent or intelligence." Her voice seemed to be slightly distorted, as if she was thinking of the immortal god.

"Perhaps someone in history has tried to do this but failed. They might be lost in history and erased from books. But there are some things that someone has to do. If you do something knowing it's impossible and succeed in the end, wouldn't it be more fulfilling?" The person in the fog still did not give up.

"What makes you think you can accomplish anything?" Duan Lang sneered, "In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, aristocratic families dominated the world's wealth, while imperial power declined. Conflicts between the two were constant, and the people suffered. Then, a leader of the Taiping Dao emerged, calling himself the Great Sage and Good Teacher and the Heavenly General."

"He held a nine-section staff as a talisman, declaring the coming of peace and prosperity. He opposed exploitation and accumulation, advocating for mutual assistance and support for the poor and needy. Isn't this more concrete, relevant, and reasonable than your so-called fairness and democracy? But what was the result?"

Duan Lang glanced at the figure in the mist and said, "You don't think that Zhang Jue, the Great Sage and Good Teacher and Heavenly General, who can command hundreds of thousands of followers, is just a weak and charlatan who has earned his reputation in vain, do you?"

"Since you're familiar with history, you must have heard of a name..." Duan Lang stared at the man in the mist and slowly uttered a name: "Earth Emperor (the founding year of the country) Wang Mang!"

The record of Wang Mang in history books is not positive, and he can even be said to be a traitor with heinous crimes. Many of his political propositions were biased towards people's livelihood and referred to many Zhou systems.

Under the guise of the Wangtian system, the well-field system was restored. Salt, iron, wine, currency, mountains, forests, rivers, and lakes were also nationalized. Farmland was redistributed, slavery was abolished, and the Five Equalities Credit Loan System and the Six Controls Policy were established, using public power to balance prices, prevent merchant exploitation, and increase treasury revenue.

Many of his measures seemed sound at first glance, but he completely ignored the power wielded by the vested interests of the time. His reforms not only failed to avert the social crisis of the late Western Han Dynasty, but instead exacerbated various contradictions. Whether a policy is good is one thing; whether it is appropriate and whether there are implementers to ensure its implementation is even more important.

Due to the limitations of the actual situation at the time, the people did not benefit from the reforms but suffered from them first. The orders were changed every day, which made the people and officials confused. This constantly aroused the dissatisfaction of nobles and civilians all over the world. In the end, Wang Mang was defeated by Liu Xiu, the son of destiny, in a very mysterious way.

(The most suitable is the best. Primitive society had the earliest public ownership, which was gradually eliminated with the development and improvement of productivity. Different historical stages have different distribution systems. This is inevitable. Wang Mang had the will and talent, but he reversed history. The reason is that the historical stage and productivity at that time were not suitable for public ownership.)

The figure in the mist remained silent for a long time. After a moment, he sighed softly and said, "After all, my strength is insufficient. History is a lesson for me. I must learn from it and never repeat the same mistakes."

Duan Lang: Is that what I meant? Am I trying to warn you to be careful? I was just arguing with you about your addiction, and I was too quick to stop myself.

"Are you very powerful? Are you as powerful as the only one in the world?" Duan Lang curled his lips in disdain, and then directly asked her what was so mysterious about the martial arts she practiced. The man in the mist smiled slightly, not angry at all, but instead explained his martial arts one by one, which made Rong Niang dizzy and felt that she could not keep up with their thoughts.

The Man in the Mist briefly described the six great magic crossings that were the essence of his martial arts, especially the Infinite Crossing, and explained everything he knew, even the cultivation and operation methods.

Duan Lang nodded repeatedly after listening to it, but Rong Niang beside him had her eyes rolling around. This thing was an ultimate magical skill that could only be comprehended by gods and demons. Ordinary people would feel like it was a heavenly book when they heard it. The Demon Lord also wanted to tease Duan Lang by telling him this magical skill. In her mind, there was almost no one in the world who could understand it, except Feng Yun.

But she didn't know that Duan Lang's understanding of Mahamudra was even greater than Fengyun's, and he also had the seed of Tianji Mahamudra in his body. Also, because of "The Secret of Immortality", "Free and Easy to Control the Wind", "Tai Chi Boxing Classics" and "Yin Yang Miscellaneous Classics", his acceptance of Diji Mahamudra was far greater than Fengyun.

"This skill is pretty good, but it takes a lot of time to achieve success. From what you said and considering my situation, I think Jingdu is more suitable for me." Duan Lang said that he is well-read and has studied Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, so he is more suitable for Jingdu.

"Then I will teach you "No Scripture, No Way." The Demon Lord was not stingy with the six demons, especially with the people she liked. Duan Lang was just such a person. She wanted to see if she could make this guy her own. Who knows, he might be useful in saving all living beings in the future.