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Chapter 1094 - Chapter 1094 Chapter 388 Creation and Destruction

Chapter 1094: Chapter 388: Creation and Destruction Chapter 1094: Chapter 388: Creation and Destruction Gambling, when it comes down to it, is a zero-sum game. In strict competition, what the loser loses and what the victor gains are exactly the same amount.

Combined, the total wealth doesn’t change; take for example two people each with a wealth of billions betting against each other, if you extend the gambling time indefinitely, even if one of them goes bankrupt completely, their combined wealth would not change in the slightest.

For the disciples of the Yun Clan, such “zero-sum” business is considered the worst kind of business.

Even worse than the “zero-sum” business is the “negative-sum” business.

Take gambling for instance, this time it’s not just two people betting against each other, but there’s also a middleman who ensures fairness. Every time the winner wins a hand, they give a little “tip” to this middleman.

Suppose this middleman is the casino, and this tip is the rake. Even if it’s still the two people with wealth of billions gambling, as the time of the gambling goes on, both persons’ total wealth will decrease more and more.

This kind of “negative-sum” business usually benefits one family at the expense of several others and, when viewed long-term, it is the worst kind of business. That’s also why Sister Xiu’er has always looked down on Tang Luo’s self-proclaimed title of Gambling God.

“Marshalling martial arts prowess, keen hearing and acute vision to gamble against a bunch of ordinary people obsessed with money, isn’t it shameful?”

As Sister Xiu’er pushed Tang Luo’s wheelchair into a quiet alley, she remarked, “Without a house, can’t you build one yourself? Sister, I am a martial artist! The disciples of the Yun Clan specialize in the Yun Hand; it’s not just for fighting!”

“Spirit Arts without strong combat capabilities are soulless!”

As a master deeply engaged in the study of martial arts for many years, Tang Luo felt he couldn’t agree with Sister Xiu’er on this point, “To build more intricate Spiritual Power models, to find the most explosive Spiritual Power frequencies, to design the swiftest and quickest meridian routes, and then to fine-tune through countless real battles–what’s the point of going through all that effort to create Spirit Arts if not to seek harder and faster power?”

“But even for a professional martial artist, can the time spent in battle ever exceed the time spent living?”

Sister Xiu’er spoke passionately, “If all the masters who study martial techniques were like you, pouring all their energy into how to pursue faster, stronger destructive Spirit Arts, then what about creation? Even in Chaochang, which encourages scientific and technical research the most, the craftsmen’s Spirit Arts have not advanced in decades, not because today’s constructive, functional Spirit Arts have reached their peak, but because all the world’s best Spiritual Power researchers have thrown themselves into destructive Spiritual Power research.”

“But what is the world like now? A Martial Ancestor squad from a powerful clan can besiege a city with a joint attack, and a grandmaster is like a walking disaster, not to mention those above the King Realm.”

As the two unconsciously reached a small highland outside the city and stopped, Sister Xiu’er pointed toward the splendid canopy in the far distance, “See that colorful firmament? That’s not some marvel, but rather the remnants of a clash between two Saint Kings, one strike shattered the sky. Without prompt repairs, the void’s gravitational pull will form a vortex that swallows everything: Heavenly and Earthly Qi, flowers and plants, pavilions and towers will all turn to dust, and that place will become a desolate, lifeless land.”

“Tell me, what is the result of constantly pursuing the destructive power of Spirit Arts?”

Looking at the dazzling rainbow sky, Sister Xiu’er continued softly, “If one day, a great war erupts, under the hands of these powerful beings, Longzhou might not last a day before it becomes a wasteland. And by then, apart from a few powerful beings capable of traversing the void, how are ordinary people supposed to live? When that time comes, even if those talented researchers wish to rebuild the human world, it would probably be too late.”

Tang Luo could only remain silent. As an outstanding Spirit Art researcher, he couldn’t refute Sister Xiu’er’s words because he knew that what she said was likely the reality.

Speaking of himself alone, if he were to spin the thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads without any restraint, a thunderstorm could cover an entire prefecture!

If used for slaughter, he simply dared not imagine the efficiency of such carnage, and the few masters he had seen felt the same.

The mere activation would draw on the Earth’s Evil Qi, connecting with the Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Power. Once unleashed, the force could easily collapse mountains and overturn rivers.

Not to mention the stronger beings of the King Realm, and the Saint King realm. Should the Han Family restore their rule, Longzhou would inevitably become a battlefield.

Just looking at the current Ji Fu, one could see that, having shed his youthful naivety, he had become not only more mature but also more ruthless.

The Ji Fu of years ago would never have used Xu Lao to deal with Wang Chan, but the Ji Fu of today did so without hesitation.

Longzhou was destined to become a battlefield where, at the center of it all, would be King Realm and Martial Ancestor figures, with even the rank-and-file starting from the Fierce Realm.

But what of the frail commoners? They need not even approach the battlefield–for the mere quakes induced by the ripple of Spirit Arts could shatter their insides.

And the reason Tang Luo worked so tirelessly was nothing more than the hope to protect his entire clan from harm when the time came.

Just this responsibility alone often weighed on him so heavily he could scarcely breathe, yet Xiu’er’s compassion was for the entire populace of Longzhou. Such a feeling of powerlessness.

“Hahaha, isn’t it silly to suddenly talk about all this!” Sister Xiu’er stuck out her tongue, embarrassed, “When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. I believe the high and mighty from the sacred places won’t just watch Longzhou’s people suffer. Let’s deal with the food and shelter problems first!”

Whirling the wheelchair around, they were at a low hill overgrown with shrubs and weeds. Sister Xiu’er proudly said, “This used to be the hill behind Zhang Family Village. Later, Chaochang expanded and incorporated the whole village into the city, leaving this little hill to become desolate. It’s only a stick of incense’s travel time from North City. Building a small house here should be no problem at all!”

“This is the perfect chance to show you the correct way to use the Yun Hand!”

Sister Xiu’er secured Tang Luo’s wheelchair and then walked towards the pile of tangled brush, flinging her sleeves and sending dozens of Yun Hands flying out to grab, pull, and slash.

In no time at all, she had cleared a small patch of shrubbery, even piling the debris neatly to the side.

Tang Luo had once remarked that the Yun Hand wasn’t very powerful, being somewhat cumbersome when used to cut tendons or break bones, but when it came to clearing out brush and tangled wood, it was more than efficient.

Yun Xiu, satisfied after clearing out the whole thicket of shrubs, nodded and turned to Tang Luo, “You wait here. I’ll go get some wood. Keep an eye on these shrubs and vines, and don’t let anyone steal them!”

Tang Luo really wanted to roll his eyes. He couldn’t believe that on this desolate hill, there would be people eyeing this kind of wood and vine waste. Her saying so was just a way to be considerate of his feelings, an attempt to make him feel less useless–a subtly infuriating kind of thoughtfulness.