The Scum Is Perceptive

Luo Shi nodded. "A hundred thousand years ago, a war broke out between the two factions. The enmity between the two grew from the deaths of the Right Faction's comrades. And then, they fought." He said.

"But, the one who won was the Right Faction." Sun Yi said.

"That's right." Luo Shi said. "The Right Faction won even if it should be the Demonic Faction." He said.

"Why?" Li Tian asked.

"The Demonic Faction still hasn't mastered the demonic qi." Luo Shi answered. "They only imitated the first cultivator who died." He explained.

"But, after there's the Second War." Feng Mo said, barely remembered his history book.

"Yes." Ming Ye sighed. "It happened because, even though the Right Faction won, the sickness back then still wasn't cured. They continued to insist it was the Demonic Faction plotting against them." He explained. "They didn't think they just created more death. Winning the war doesn't mean winning the sickness." He said and shook his head.

"Then, the Third War – " Feng Mo said.

"It was finally won by the Demonic Faction." Wu Fan said. His face serious. "They finally mastered the basics of demonic cultivation by creating their own." He said. "It was an overwhelming defeat for the Righteous Faction, and a crushing victory for the Demonic Faction." He frowned.

"Why? What happened that time?" Sun Yi asked.

"The Righteous Faction was conceited. They underestimated the Demonic Faction. This time, they didn't expect for the Demonic Faction to create their own cultivation." Wu Fan answered. "The sickness only became worse." He said.

"The Fourth War – " Li Tian frowned." – the demonic cultivators still won." He said.

Wu Fan nodded. "Their defeat took a toll on them." He said.

"Then, the Fifth War?"

"The Righteous Faction's depression kicked in. That's why they lost."

"The Sixth War?"

"They lost motivation. This is their sickness, the heart demon."

"The Seventh War?"

"The Demon Faction is shameless. Attacking the Righteous Faction at their lowest."

"The Eighth War."

"The Righteous Faction finally fought back, but still lost."

"The Ninth War."

"The Righteous Faction became depressed again and lost hope."

"The Tenth War?"

"The Righteous Faction somehow realized that they were being controlled of their heart demon and the negative qi. They fought back."

"The Eleventh War – "

"The Righteous Faction fought back with all their might."

"The Twelfth War?"

"It resulted to a tie."

"The Thirteenth War…"

"An unlucky number for the Demonic Faction. They finally lost." Wu Fan finished. He saw Li Tian was writing down his notes. Feng Mo is enthusiastically listening. Cheng Sheng was sleeping and Fei Yin is watching over Cheng Sheng. Sun Yi was talking to Wu Yuan while Chen Han is watching Fei Yin and Cheng Sheng. Wu Fan smiled and felt relief. He looked at Luo Shi and Ming Ye. They felt a heavy weight disappeared on their shoulders.

Suddenly, Cheng Sheng spoke. "How were the humans cured?" he asked and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Wu Fan, Luo Shi and Ming Ye. "The first time, you said they were cured because the first cultivator took the demonic qi. The second time, the humans had heart demon. They were affected by negative qi. However, I think – " he sat properly and faced them. " – the humans weren't cured at all." He said.

They all looked at him in shocked. Wu Fan's face is serious as he stared at Cheng Sheng. I didn't think… he looked at Luo Shi and Ming Ye. Cheng Sheng is so perceptive. They thought and fell in contemplation.

"Yes." A voice said behind them. "They weren't cured at all. In fact – " the voice drew nearer at them as they heard footsteps behind them. " – they died miserably, becoming fierce corpses and continued to roam around the land."

They all turned and saw a handsome man in his prime. "Father!" Chen Han exclaimed and rose on his seat. He immediately pulled Cheng Sheng who was sitting beside Fei Yin who was feeding Cheng Sheng.

"Han-er. Sheng-er." Chen Jing, the patriarch of the Chen family. Then, he turned to Wu Fan. "Fan." He called and smiled.

Wu Fan's amicable face turned frosty. "Chen patriarch." He said and rose on his seat. Luo Shi and Ming Ye looked at each other, then Wu Fan. They then followed Wu Fan as he walked towards Chen Jing.

Li Tian, Feng Mo, Sun Yi and Wu Yuan noticed the tense atmosphere. It was hard to breathe but they gritted their teeth and rose from their seat. "Elder Chen." They greeted and respectfully bowed. Then, they stood straight. They already heard about Chen Jing being the next sect leader of the Youxiwang Sect. However, Chen Jing declined and chose his family. Wu Fan was displeased and think that he gained the position because his talent is insufficient against Chen Jing. But, the bad blood was only on their generation. The next generation, Wu Yuan and Chen Han, had a close relationship.

Chen Jing turned and saw Li Tian. His eyes sparkled and immediately pulled Li Tian together with Chen Han and Cheng Sheng. "Han-er. So this is your wife?" Chen Jing asked and smiled at Li Tian.

Li Tian wanted to react but held himself back. He glared at Chen Han who innocently looked at him. "Yes, father." Chen Han answered, didn't notice Li Tian's reaction. Obviously, Chen Han is oblivious to his surroundings.

Li Tian could only ask for Cheng Sheng's help. Cheng Sheng immediately understood. "Father." He called and bowed. "Brother may have chosen my shixiong as his future partner in life, but Li-shixiong still hasn't agreed." He told Chen Jing.

"Huh?" Chen Jing said and looked at Li Tian who politely smiled and bowed, hiding his grimace. Then, Chen Jing looked at Chen Han's idiotic expression. He frowned and hit Chen Han's head. "Bad son!" he told Chen Han who fell on the floor after being hit hard. "That's now how you should treat your future wife!" he looked at Chen Han, hating for the iron not becoming steel. He turned to Li Tian and helped him up. "Tian-er. It's fine. Our family will always welcome you." He told him and smiled. He patted Li Tian's head, then turned to Cheng Sheng. "Sheng-er." He called, his voice soft and gentle. "I am so proud you've become a great person." He told Cheng Sheng and hugged him tight. "Come back home later, okay? Bring your friends, and Yi-er and Yuan-er… sect leader Wu, Luo-xiong and Ming-xiong are also welcome." He said and turned to the others.

"Many thanks, Chen patriarch." Feng Mo, Fei Yin, Sun Yi and Wu Yuan said and bowed.

"Many thanks, Chen-xiong." Luo Shi and Ming Ye answered and bowed. Then, they glanced at Wu Fan whose face is like an iceberg now.

"Many thanks, Chen patriarch." Wu Fan said and nodded. "However, I have to refuse. There are still many things to do in the sect." he told Chen Jing. "Now, if you may excuse me." He said and walked away. Then, he suddenly stopped. He turned to Cheng Sheng. "Sheng-er." He called.

"Yes, sect leader Wu?" Cheng Sheng answered and bowed.

Wu Fan turned to face him. "It is as the Chen patriarch has said. The humans died and roamed the lands. There was no cure." He said. "Then, the history repeated. However, now – " he looked at Cheng Sheng in the eyes. " – time will change. I hope that you can change it." he told him, then left.

Silence fell upon them. Later and Chen Jing pulled them towards the Chen Mansion.