Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

He simply sat quietly, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword.

Lin thought for a moment.

"I cannot represent the entire Immortal Ship."

His voice was steady.

"But at this moment, there are undercurrents in the Immortal Ship. As a member of the Immortal Ship, I cannot stand by and watch anyone harbor any ill intentions towards the Immortal Ship at this time."

This means that if you want to discuss your goals with the alliance's top brass, you can, but only after Luofu has experienced the dangers of the future.

During this time, just stay quietly on the Immortal Ship and do nothing. After all, your biggest bargaining chip is no longer in your hands.

Jingliu remained silent for a long time once again.

Her gaze fell on Lin Si's face, lingered for a moment in those calm eyes, and then looked away.

Her hand rested on the table, her fingers slightly curled, as if she were thinking about something.

"Lin Si, have you ever heard of the calamity of Rahu swallowing a boat, the chaos of a sudden event, or the chaos of drinking the moon?"

Her voice was very low.

Lin Si nodded.

"I have heard of it."

Jingliu nodded, his tone somewhat excited.

“I once had a friend who, while experiencing these calamities, raised a question.”

"Why do you ask?"

Jingliu's tone became more somber.

Why is it that only evil creatures can come back again and again? Why are those who fight against evil creatures and protect the immortal ship buried and forgotten?

The private room fell silent for a moment.

Silver Wolf's finger paused on the storybook. Huang Quan's hand, which was turning the pages, also paused.

Yanqing's fingers paused on his knee, his lips pursed.

Lin Si didn't speak; he looked at Jing Liu.

"These problems have only one solution."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"You ancestor of plague and misfortune!"

Chapter 230 Even if we can kill the pharmacist, what then?

Yanqing looked at Jingliu thoughtfully, then at Lin Si.

He felt a sense of familiarity with this scene.

Because this is the scene where Lin Si is always able to 'persuade' others.

He decided that no matter what he heard next, he wouldn't interrupt, since Lin Si had never made a mistake before.

Although he didn't understand many of these scenarios, it didn't matter; Lin Si would explain them to him later.

Lin Si didn't rush to speak.

He looked at Jingliu's fingers gripping the teacup tightly, at the light in her eyes that had been suppressed for too long, and at her sitting there like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed, yet also trembling slightly.

He can understand her.

It's not about "knowing" what she went through, but about "understanding" why she has this obsession.

What she cared about was never the remains of the insect queen itself.

Rather, it was the paradox she witnessed and experienced firsthand.

You can't kill all the evil creatures, and you can't keep your comrades.

Heroes bleed and weep, but in the end they are buried and forgotten; evil things die and come back to life, making a comeback.

This is the last question uttered by someone who has fought on the battlefield for hundreds and thousands of years, watched those around him fall one by one, and finally succumbed to fate.

This question was impeccable.

No one can refute it.

Because it is flawless, Lin Si cannot and does not want to refute it.

He could only accept it and then give a different answer.

It's not "answer," it's "response."

Because Lin Si herself is also a member of the Immortal Ship,

He himself now possesses a 'happy home' that his predecessors, like Kagami Ryu, fought and protected, sword by sword.

This is a 'protection' left by our predecessors for future generations, and no one can refute it.

To convince Jingliu on this issue, the key is not "she was wrong," but "someone is already walking her path."

The question of Mirror Flow is "Why can only evil things make a comeback, while the guardians are forgotten?"

The underlying logic of this problem is that destruction is easier to sustain than protection.

Evil creatures can be reborn repeatedly, but when a person dies, they are truly dead.

Therefore, she chose the most extreme means, using the power of reproduction to end the bounty, because only "greater destruction" could counter "destruction".

This aligns well with another branch of the hunter's destiny—'fighting violence with violence'.

Jingliu wasn't being unreasonable; she had witnessed these tragedies firsthand, so her anger was real and profound.

It could even be said to be "correct".

If you use the remains of the insect queen as leverage to pressure her, then the essence of the negotiation becomes "you made a mistake first, so you have to listen to me."

This is useless against people like Jingliu.

She can even bear the sins of the immortal boat, so why would she be afraid of this little bit of pressure?

This will only infuriate her and make her feel that "you have no idea what I'm going through."

"Senior Jingliu."

Lin Si spoke, her voice soft but steady.

“I can’t answer the questions you asked. I’m just an eighteen-year-old kid. I’ve never been on a battlefield, never killed any monsters, and never experienced what you’ve experienced.”

If I were to say 'I understand,' I would be lying to you.

The number of creatures you've killed is more than the amount of salt I've eaten, and the wars you've experienced are beyond my wildest imagination.

If you say that Xianzhou has let you and your comrades down, I have no right to say no.

Jingliu looked at him, nodded, and didn't say anything.

His white hair gleamed faintly in the lamplight. He sat in a golden wheelchair, with the golden figure of the God-King behind him. He did not avoid her gaze.

"But senior, have you ever thought about something?"

Lin Si's voice was very soft.

"You just said why only evil spirits can come back again and again, and why those who fight against evil spirits are buried and forgotten."

You're right, that's definitely unfair.

But have you ever considered what those buried and forgotten people were thinking about when they first took up their swords?

Jingliu's fingers paused for a moment.

"Is it so that you can be remembered?"

Lin Si shook her head.

"Is it so that they can be posthumously honored? Is it so that they can leave their mark in history?"

He paused for a moment,

"No, most of them probably don't have time to think that much."

“They took up their swords only because the evil creatures were before them, and behind them were the people of the Celestial Ship, their homeland.”

The private room fell silent.

Silver Wolf put down Prometheus, Huang Quan closed his storybook, and Yan Qing's hand holding the teacup hung in mid-air. Jing Liu looked at Lin Si, his gaze fixed on her.

“You said, ‘There is only one solution, the ancestor of longevity, plague and calamity.’”

Lin Si's voice lowered.

"Okay, even if we manage to kill the pharmacist, then what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yanqing's eyes widened. He looked back and forth between Lin Si and Jingliu, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Jingliu frowned slightly, and her voice lowered.

What do you want to say?

Lin Si looked directly at her, without flinching.

"The path of abundance will not disappear. Even if the Pharmacist is gone, a new Star God will walk the path of abundance."

Because as long as there is life in the universe that yearns for continuation, abundance will not perish. This is determined by destiny itself, and cannot be resolved by killing a star god.

Lin Si looked into Jing Liu's eyes,

"You killed a pharmacist, but have you killed everyone in the world who longs to live?"

Jingliu's lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

“Senior, your question is not wrong. The problem with the Immortal Ship is indeed abundant. But the solution is not to kill the pharmacist.”

Lin Si's voice was very calm.

“Killing the pharmacist is not the solution, because the thought of ‘the desire for life to continue’ will not disappear.”

If you kill one pharmacist today, more pharmacists will pop up tomorrow and the day after, creating a vicious cycle.

For millennia, the Emperor of Bows and Fate has repeatedly inflicted heavy damage on the Pharmacist, yet has never been able to completely eradicate him. His choice has never been to annihilate the Medicine King.

Instead, they continuously intervened to suppress the pharmacist, until he stopped recklessly bestowing immortality upon him.

This is the 'will' that has bound the Pharmacist for ten thousand years on the Immortal Ship.

He paused, looking into Jingliu's eyes.

"You said those who guarded the Immortal Ship were buried and forgotten. But senior, you still remember them. General Jingyuan still remembers them. The Alliance still remembers them."

In the Xianzhou Tongjian, every stroke and line bears their names.

They haven't been forgotten. They just... left a little too soon.

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Their journey wasn't over. So we are on our way."

Jingliu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down. His movements were slow, as if he were giving himself time to calm down.

Jingliu looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

"You've said so much..."

Her voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Are you trying to tell me that I've taken the wrong path?"

Lin Si shook her head.

"It's not that you're wrong, it's that you can't go any further. The path you're on leads to a wall."

I'm not here to tell you 'you're wrong'.

As a younger generation, I am here to remind you that what you wanted to protect back then is still here.

The road you couldn't finish, someone else will walk in your place. The evil you couldn't kill, someone else will kill in your place. The people you couldn't protect, someone else will protect in your place.

He paused for a moment,