To the east of Rongcheng, there is the Rong family.
In a small courtyard in the eastern part of the clan’s territory, a scene of “brotherly love and respect” was taking place.
The older boy took the medicinal pills and spirit stones handed over by the younger boy and patted the younger boy on the shoulder with a bright smile: "Hey, that's right, second cousin, don't worry. I've used your share. When my cultivation level is high, I will definitely protect you. I'll make the decision on anything."
"Ah... yes, yes, I'll rely on my cousin to protect me." Rong Jian also smiled, looking grateful.
Rong Chi's eyes flashed with disdain, but his smile remained unchanged: "That's right, cousin, you still don't trust me? It's still the same as before, don't tell anyone."
Rong Jian rubbed his head and smiled foolishly: "Cousin, you don't need to remind me. I've remembered it clearly after so many times."
"Yeah." Rong Chi nodded, then changed the subject, "Speaking of which, Xiao Jian, I heard from Xiao Liu that you plan to learn accounting from Uncle Rong?"
The hand beneath his sleeve unconsciously clenched into a fist. Rong Jian was silent for a moment, then an embarrassed smile appeared on his face. "Cousin, you know I have no spiritual roots, so I can't cultivate to any great heights... When I was young, I insisted on cultivating, which is why my father allocated this cultivation quota. Now... I've figured it out, and I plan to learn accounting. I'll find a shop in the future so I can make a living."
"That's where you're wrong, cousin!" Rong Chi said disapprovingly, "You're the legitimate young master of the Rong family. Why would we bother you with such trivial matters as accounting? Besides, even if you can't do anything, can Second Uncle still deprive you of food and clothing?"
It sounds nice, but it's because he can't bear to give up his share of the elixir and spirit stones! His nails dug into his palms with too much force, and it hurt a little, but it couldn't compare to the pain in his heart.
"Second cousin, just listen to your cousin. You don't need to learn anything about accounting." Rong Chi put his arm around his shoulders and whispered, "If you leave home, those places like Wanhua Tower and Siqing Pavilion will be much more interesting, right?"
Lowering his eyes, hiding all his emotions, Rong Jian said, "Yes, that's what my cousin said."
"Hahaha..." Rong Chi laughed and pulled his hand back, "That's fine, cousin, I'm leaving now. I'm going back to practice so that I can protect you, cousin."
After saying that, he didn't care about Rong Jian's reaction at all. He waved his sleeves and swaggered out of the courtyard.
In the yard, the young man slammed his fist on the stone table, his face full of indignation, but the next second, the severe pain in his hand was transmitted to his nerves, very clear, as if it was mocking him.
Sitting weakly on the ground, the boy buried his face in his knees and curled up.
Rong Jian didn't know when this kind of life would end. From the time he was five years old and found to have no spiritual roots, to now when he was thirteen, eight years had passed. He had been looked down upon, humiliated, and bullied...
Waste, yes.
He is, and he knows it.
As a direct descendant of the Rong family, he lacked spiritual roots. He relied on his father's position as the head of the family to coerce a share of cultivation resources, but what happened next? He was completely unable to absorb spiritual energy and could not cultivate.
Despair? Yes, despair, but there is something even more despairing.
Everyone suddenly changed their attitude. Those cousins who were on very good terms with him spoke harshly to him; those kind elders avoided him like the plague; those servants who were respectful to him also changed their expressions.
From the initial unwillingness to accept, to the current calmness, Rong Jian walked step by step, his heart almost cold.
Would he be willing to put on a forced smile, offer his limited resources, and still have to thank others? How could he possibly do that?
But what can you do if you don't want to? Unconvinced? Oh, if you don't obey, you will be beaten, beaten, and have your elixirs and spirit stones taken away. The result will never change.
After being beaten so many times, Rong Jian learned his lesson. He pretended to be stupid and gave up his share to avoid getting hurt.
Whether you say he is cowardly or incompetent, he has to survive first before you can talk about other things.
But… he had really had enough, accepted his fate, and didn't want to practice anymore. Wasn't that enough? He wanted to leave the Rong family and find a remote place to linger? Why didn't he even have the right to learn something?
Suppressed sobbing sounded in the yard. The thin boy curled up, looking pitiful.
Rong Jian suddenly stopped crying when he heard a sigh. He hurriedly stood up and wiped his tears, then looked at the person who had come. "Rong, Uncle Rong, why are you here?"
"Second Young Master, someone is coming from the Yu family, and the head of the family wants you to come over." The middle-aged man with a kind face restrained his usual smile, and a look of worry appeared between his brows.
Rong Jian followed Uncle Rong out and asked curiously, "Yu family? Why are you asking me to go there..."
The words that were on the tip of his lips were swallowed back. Rong Jian suddenly understood why someone from the Yu family had come and needed him to go over.
His only connection with the Yu family was the marriage contract arranged by both mothers thirteen years ago.
It was said that his mother and the Yu family's mistress were close sisters. Before marrying into the Rong and Yu families respectively, they had agreed that if they had children, they would become in-laws, ensuring they would be family members for life. At the time, the Rong and Yu families were on good terms, so they agreed to the marriage agreement.
Miss Yu was born a little late. At that time, Rong Jian's mother was already pregnant with her second child. Coincidentally, both sides had a son and a daughter. Naturally, the marriage fell on the two of them.
He is Rong Jian; the Yu family is Yu Bie Liu.
This should have been an enviable marriage, but everything changed after they took a talent test when they were five years old.
One was a genius whose gifts astonished the four cities, a direct disciple of the Yantian Sect's elders; the other was a worthless person without any spiritual roots, unable to cultivate for his entire life. The difference between them was as drastic as heaven and earth.
The Yu family came, but they wanted a loser like him to be there. There was only one possibility... they came to cancel the engagement.
Rong Jian lowered his eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke: "Uncle Rong... are they here to cancel the engagement?" Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, he still wanted to ask to see if he had been completely abandoned.
Uncle Rong was leading the way with steady steps. Upon hearing this, he stopped for a moment. He did not answer, but only let out a deep sigh.
Rong Jian grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but his expression was uglier than crying. He knew the answer.
I had expected this, so why am I still struggling? I've gotten used to it. It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt.
Uncle Rong felt a little distressed when he caught a glimpse of the young man's expression. "The Patriarch asked Second Young Master to come over because he wanted to ask for your opinion. If you don't agree, the Patriarch will definitely..."
"No..." Rong Jian interrupted him and shook his head, "I have no objection. If the Yu family wants to withdraw... then let them withdraw..."
It was just a piece of paper, an agreement. If it was gone, it was gone. He wouldn't force it, nor did he have the right to force it. It was destined. He was a loser, he didn't deserve all the good things.
After a few self-deprecating remarks in his heart, Rong Jian slowly calmed down. The emotions in his eyes were deeply suppressed, and he had already accepted his fate.
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