Chapter 67 Who doesn't have a sad past?

However, just as Shen Zhaozhao was about to use "simple" physical means to teach the child a lesson about what it means to eat whatever you want but not to say whatever you want, Murong Xiao, who was being pressed down by her, suddenly seemed to remember something. As he howled, the "righteous indignation" he had been trying to maintain suddenly deflated, and was replaced by a deep and unbearable heartbreak.

His face was buried in the cold mud, and he stopped struggling. His shoulders began to twitch and heave.

"Waaaaah..."

A low, muffled sob, thick with nasal tone, drifted from the mud: "I know you think I'm crazy, but what do you know... you know absolutely nothing..."

Shen Zhaozhao: "???"

No, this emotional shift is too fast!

Didn't you just now have the audacity to threaten your brother?

"My brother... my brother is so pitiful..."

Murong Xiao's voice was choked with sobs, broken and filled with genuine sorrow, "He was originally a rare genius of the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, a talent that appears only once every ten thousand years!"

"That bastard of a father only took him in as an adopted son because of his extraordinary talent!"

"What kind of adopted son is he? He just treats my brother like a useful dog! Whenever there's trouble in the demon realm, or a rebellion by the demon race, he dumps all the dirtiest, hardest, and most dangerous work on my brother!"

"My brother... he's covered in wounds! New wounds piled on top of old ones, and even the most beautiful of his nine tails has had its tip corroded bald by demonic energy! Waaaaah—!!!"

Mentioning his unfortunate sworn brother, Murong Xiao seemed to have been touched on a painful memory. His voice became more and more choked up as he spoke, and finally, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, he broke down and wailed. His crying was so heart-wrenching, as if he wanted to vent all his helplessness.

"I just felt sorry for him and wanted to be good to him, but... but before I could even do anything, my old bastard dad kicked me down into the Reincarnation Well! He even sealed my cultivation!"

He sobbed uncontrollably, his face smeared with mud and water: "But...it's okay! Even if I'm kicked down and lose all my cultivation, even if I'm just a mortal, I'll cultivate again, I'll ascend again! I'll crawl back to the Upper Realm! To find my brother! Waaaaah...brother...wait for me..."

Shen Zhaozhao: "..."

She forgot to apply pressure to Murong Xiao's neck, and just knelt on the muddy ground, listening to the boy beneath her cry out his "tragic backstory" with genuine emotion, logical consistency, and even long-term goals...

no?

Are inner demons these days... really this sophisticated?

The world-building is complete, the relationships between characters are clear, and the cause-and-effect logic is even barely coherent.

Even the ultimate KPI, "re-ascending," is planned out in detail?!

Shen Zhaozhao looked at Murong Xiao, who was sobbing in the mud, so genuinely emotional that he was practically ready to erect a "brother-obsessed" memorial archway. She subconsciously loosened the grip on the back of Murong Xiao's neck.

Look at how much the current exam-oriented education system is pushing children. They're only just beginning to build a foundation, and they've already developed inner demons.

She remembered that, according to the original book, inner demons are magnifying glasses for the dark side and obsessions of a cultivator's heart. This little brat was just saying that he was going to "kill" his brother, but then he turned around and cried and felt sorry for his brother's misery... Isn't this a typical symptom of inner demons that is twisted to the extreme by "love and hate"?

As for the Celestial Emperor of the Upper Realm and the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan... just take it with a grain of salt. They're probably just background figures made up by this kid's inner demons.

Even if we assume he was the reincarnation of a minor immortal who was kicked into the Reincarnation Well by the Immortal Emperor, would he still have his memories?

How could someone like me, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, be so easily subdued and humiliated?

She probably would have been struck dead by a heavenly lightning bolt from the upper realm long ago.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhaozhao's gaze towards Murong Xiao gradually changed from looking at a "brat" to looking at a "fat sheep".

However, this kid is burdened with the ultimate inner demon obsession of "rebelliously plotting to kill his sworn brother." If we manage to trick him into joining the sect...

In the future, she probably won't even need to go through the trouble of causing trouble. Just relying on this kid's twisted mind and his occasional erratic behavior, his moral depravity will probably rise like a floodgate opening!

"cough."

Shen Zhaozhao cleared her throat, completely loosened her grip, and even pretended to help Murong Xiao brush the mud and leaves off his face, revealing a handsome face red from crying and covered in mud.

Shen Zhaozhao felt nothing at all as she looked at his teary-eyed little face, but she put on the act of a caring older sister and even sighed softly.

"Your situation sounds pretty distressing, but when it comes to tragedy, everyone has their share of sad stories."

Murong Xiao's sobs subsided a little, his tearful eyes filled with a hint of suspicion.

Shen Zhaozhao sighed, her eyes glazed over as she looked at the gray sky over Luoxingze, her voice trembling: "Actually, I... also have someone I love but can't have in my heart."

Murong Xiao's crying stopped abruptly, her tear-streaked eyelashes trembled, and her ears quietly perked up.

Unrequited love?

Unexpectedly, we are kindred spirits?

Shen Zhaozhao seemed to be caught up in some painful memory: "Its name is 'Renminbi'."

Murong Xiao: "...?" What the heck? A name? That sounds weird.

"I was obsessed with it, I poured my heart and soul into it. For it, I worked from dawn till dusk, and did all kinds of dirty and hard work. I worked so hard and desperately, just to hold it firmly in my hands."

Shen Zhaozhao clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her voice even trembled slightly: "But what about it? I tried my best and finally got it, and what was the result?!"

"I can never catch it. I just warm it up in my hands, and it grows wings and flies away!"

"I could only watch helplessly as it slipped through my fingers and ran into someone else's arms!"

Murong Xiao's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. This...this sounds even worse than his situation!

Gaining and losing, and it's always "every time"?

That must be so heartbreaking!

"But I just love it, so every time I see it again, my heart still flutters, and I can't help but want to get closer to it..."

Shen Zhaozhao's voice lowered, filled with a desperate infatuation: "After a brief period of possession, it disappeared immediately. I searched and searched, trying to find a substitute for it, even if it was only a little similar, but I couldn't find it anywhere!"

"But what about its surroundings? It's surrounded by my doubles!"

By the end, Shen Zhaozhao's voice even choked with genuine emotion, and her shoulders trembled slightly in response. Her tearful accusations were devoid of any artifice; they were all genuine feelings.