"The holy land opens every hundred years, so why was it that only Madam Chen took you away?"
"Because she harbored malicious intent and plotted to murder her own senior brother in the heart of the Holy Mountain." Han Qianling frowned slightly, "Not everyone can enter the Holy Mountain. The Holy Mountain had no choice but to keep me to suppress them because of the world's rules. In fact, they wished they could get rid of me all the time. The original intention of the Holy Land opening once every hundred years was to find a carrier to get rid of this troublesome person like me.
However, the holy mountain is majestic, and those who can reach it are always rare. This already rare group of monks also have a pilgrim mentality. Even if I am an ignorant dragon egg, I can feel the conflict of nature and will never go with them.
Madam Chen was the only cultivator in recent years who dared to use the heart of the Holy Mountain as a killing ground. The malice she displayed matched my own nature, and I instantly struck a chord with hers. The moment my evil thoughts entered her body, they annihilated most of her soul. My own evil thoughts counteracted hers, consuming some of them. The remaining portion was just enough for me to fully suppress myself and maintain a clear mind.
Speaking of this, Han Qianling shook his head: "It's ridiculous to say that Madam Chen died because of evil thoughts, but in the end, her death actually benefited the people of the world."
He spoke in a nonchalant tone, but Luo Jiujiang felt his heart clenched in pain when he heard it.
He had lamented the matter of Qianling's parents before. Although the generation gap was there, he still secretly felt that Madam Chen was an unworthy mother. However, now that the truth was revealed, and he learned that Madam Chen and Han Qianling were not related by blood, Luo Jiujiang felt even heavier in his heart.
Mrs. Chen is a crazy woman, so it is natural that she doesn't know how to love her child; but Qianling's biological parents are one Dragon God and one Holy Mountain. One hopes to use him as a magical weapon that will self-destruct, and only wants him to blow up in this world; the other has been forced to "take him in" for more than 10,000 years, and only regrets that he has no chance to throw him out.
Even if he had blood-related "parents", they didn't seem any better than his crazy adoptive mother.
And Qianling, what kind of mentality does he have to self-deprecatingly classify himself as a scourge to the world?
As if feeling cold, Han Qianling pulled Luo Jiujiang closer to his chest. "Ever since I borrowed Madam Chen's Dantian and was born as a human, I've heard you talk about green grass, fragrant flowers, and blue seas with white waves... But in reality, in my eyes, every blade of grass and every tree in the world is stained with the blood of the Dragon God. No fragrance, no scent, but only the smell of blood."
"The people on this island look upon me as though I were a worn-out shoe, but I consider them worse than executioners. Honestly, I despise this world. Although I strive to maintain a clear mind, I have nothing to do with it. I simply wish to keep 'Han Qianling' awake for a little longer."
If there were a big list between heaven and earth to evaluate merits and demerits, Han Qianling would be the greatest name on it.
He maintains his own clarity, but is connected to all living beings in the three thousand worlds.
Yet, these achievements, forged through countless repressed and forbearing efforts, remained unknown to the islanders, who viewed him as nothing more than the foolish son of a mad mother. Whenever he stepped outside, ignorant children would throw stones at his back. Each stone reminded him of the arrowhead that had struck the Dragon God's wound, and each blow challenged his nerves.
Sometimes, when Han Qianling felt relaxed, he would simply think about destroying the Seven Islands. Fortunately, there was Chen, whose consciousness was dominated by evil thoughts, who was in contact with him every day. He was like a whip that warned Han Qianling.
There are fifty great ways, forty-nine of which are divinely derived, and only one of which can be escaped by man. Though every road leads to a dead end, there is always a glimmer of hope. For example, when the divine dragon, filled with hatred, sought to complete its unfinished business, it was violently suppressed by the sacred mountain, delaying the date of its demise by over thirteen thousand years. Similarly, when Han Qianling was nearly despairing, unable to see the future, Luo Jiujiang took the initiative to approach him, a smile on his face that seemed like providence, compassion, and a final mercy.
So eleven years ago, a little child reached out his hand to the loneliest soul in the world.
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