Lanhuadis 40
Castle.
Ning Ren behaved very well.
Carlos sat in his seat with a headache. He had been talking for half an hour.
"How could you easily go to a place as dangerous as a riot zone? I only dared to take that guy, Jamimi, to less chaotic areas, let alone you?"
"You were raised with utmost pampering, and you were born with a weak constitution. If something really happened and you got hurt, how would I explain it to my elder sister, my parents, and me?"
"If you were as tough as Carmichael, I wouldn't have to keep you captive."
"Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, you really are..."
Carlos kept on talking, telling Ning Ren everything from beginning to end. He was not scolding him, nor was he criticizing him. He was just nagging from the bottom of his heart.
He took a sip of water and waved to Nymanson, "Chair."
Niemansen skillfully carried a chair over and said, "Your Highness, you must be tired after standing for half an hour. Sit down." The chair was padded with soft cushions, as they were afraid that he might feel uncomfortable.
Then he waved his hand again, and two little boys came and squatted beside the chair to massage Ning Ren's legs.
Your Highness is truly the only one in the family who gets this kind of treatment even after being scolded.
Ning Ren: “…”
It's over.
Judging from the situation, it will take at least a month to get through this.
"Second brother."
Carlos said coolly: "Huh?"
Ning Ren coughed lightly, feeling rather guilty: "I encountered some bad things in the riot zone."
Carlos: "Tell me?"
Ning Ren then told him about the forbidden blood and flesh technique and asked, "Second brother, are there many such cases in the clan?"
Carlos: "These things, Xiaoqi, you..."
Ning Ren: "Second brother, I am thirteen years old."
He said seriously, "Although I am weak, I am also a child of the Herbert family. I have read a lot of books and know a lot. Second brother, don't be afraid of scaring me."
Carlos was silent for a moment after hearing this, and a hint of relief appeared on his face.
"Forget it, it's no big deal to tell you."
Carlos spoke carefully, "Three to five hundred years ago, during the reign of Emperor Lugaru, he was a compassionate king who spent his life researching ways to break the shackles of our bloodline."
He did not want to completely overthrow the existing bloodline ruling system.
Instead, he wanted the Lanhuadis people, even ordinary members of the tribe, to be able to break free from their shackles through acquired efforts and have the possibility of growing royal patterns.
I want the first person in the clan to break through the virtual realm to appear.
"My people have spent their entire lives stuck at the peak of the Yang Realm, unable to advance further and explore the Great Dao. Even if their bodies are incredibly strong, what good does it do? The pressure of our bloodline poses no real threat to outsiders. If it weren't for the inheritance of the Blood Burning Technique, over the past millennia, we would have long since become slaves to other clans with masters of the Void Realm."
"What if one day, the Blood Burning Technique is suppressed, or it is lost?"
Ning Ren understood.
There are countless ambitious kings. How could they allow such a huge threat that could even affect the fate of the entire clan to continue?
He had read the records of other kings of the Eastern Region Lanhuadis.
It seems that every king has tried to break the blood curse, so that the lower-level tribesmen have the opportunity to climb up and the royal family has the possibility of breaking through the virtual realm.
"Xiao Qi, you haven't been to the tower. Engraved on the top floor are the regrets left by generations of kings. None of them succeeded in breaking the curse."
The high tower became the King's Tower, located in the center of the fallen king's tomb, guarded by the royal court.
It is 333 meters high and has nine floors, each corresponding to the nine royal patterns.
Inside the tower is the 'heart fire', which is a fire ignited by a special method using the blood of the heart, infused with emotions and expectations.
You have no other abilities, your only function is to leave your presence here, proving that you once existed in this world, for future generations to remember you.
It also means passing on the torch.
Legend has it that the stronger the strength and the longer the 'heart fire' is preserved, the more likely it is to develop some intelligence.
For example, if Carlos has seven patterns, he can place the heart fire in which he places his emotions in the seventh floor of the tower.
The tower is surrounded by the tombs of fallen kings, filled with cold and eerie fire.
The Tomb of the Fallen King had been designated as a restricted area by his older siblings, not to mention the tower itself. Furthermore, Ning Ren hadn't even spread his wings, and certainly couldn't measure a single wing, so he couldn't enter.
"Until the time of Emperor Lugaru, a famous prince painstakingly researched for a long time and found a method to enhance the tattoo."
Ning Ren: "Is this method the forbidden technique that was destroyed?"
Carlos nodded. "That method is extremely bloody and cruel, and goes against the laws of nature. If it were really implemented and spread, not only would Lanhuadis be in chaos, but Emperor Lugaru would also become the Sin Emperor."
Ning Ren: "What about the prince who developed the forbidden technique?"
"Emperor Lugaru killed him personally," Carlos said calmly. "Rumor has it that he once performed this forbidden technique in private and was discovered by the Emperor. The historical records are vague, so I don't know the details."
"Although everything was completely destroyed, there's no such thing as a wall that's impenetrable, and a few rumors did get through. When they reached the ears of the civilians, they became what you saw today in the riot zone."
Stupid, ignorant, sad.
Use the flesh and blood of the elderly in the tribe to find a possibility for your unborn child to enter the royal court.
Carlos: "But when a king is in power, this kind of behavior rarely comes to light. Chaos only occurs when there's no king to suppress it."
The oppression of the royal bloodline was unimaginable. Within the Lanhuadis, the Nine Marks were the Way of Heaven. Fortunately, the Lanhuadis inheritance had been passed down for so many years that there were always more wise leaders, so the entire clan would not be wiped out.
Ning Ren: "I see."
The young man nodded in understanding. Seeing his second brother's sighing expression, he slowly stood up and moved towards his bedroom without changing his expression.
"Xiao Qi."
Ning Ren's face turned bitter, "Second brother, I'm tired."
Carlos: "...What are you going to do with that White Crow?"
Only then did Ning Ren remember the matter of Bai Ya.
After this ungrateful guy bought him out, he was still knocked unconscious by the second brother and dragged back to the ground.
He gritted his teeth secretly, but still said something nice: "Bai Ya is my friend, not a toy. I first became interested in him because of his amazing fortune-telling skills, and I wanted to learn from him."
As soon as he mentioned fortune-telling, Carlos remembered Bai Ya's prediction that his beloved brother would be 'half alive, half dead', and his face turned sour. "It's all a lie."
Ning Ren: "It's fun to lie, second brother."
Carlos: "...Alas. Go get some rest."
Ning Ren's face lit up with joy, and Carlos said, "Write a self-criticism."
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"Yes, second brother."
Carlos's mouth curled up as if he saw himself being punished by his elder sister.
It's true that he loves Xiaoqi, but it's more fun to tease her occasionally.
Niemansen came over quietly and asked in a low voice: "What should we do with the white crow?"
"He's a talent to be able to break my mark of submission without leaving any trace," Carlos mused. "Let's keep him. Clean up a room for him and let him be Xiaoqi's fortune-teller for now."
Judging from everything that happened today, Bai Ya did not seem to have any bad intentions. Instead, he took the initiative to surrender himself, which shows that he is a talented person with great potential.
At this point, Bai Ya officially became a resident teacher and could eat and drink for free here. Niemansen also gave him a badge symbolizing the Herbert family.
With this badge, White Crow was branded as a member of the Herbert family and no longer had to worry about being knocked unconscious and sold as a slave elsewhere.
But his residence was far away from Ning Ren.
It is in the side hall to the left of the main hall of the castle, and it takes forty minutes to walk there.
After Ning Ren knew this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he knew that his second brother would not make things difficult for Bai Ya after he put forward his request, he did not expect that his second brother would keep him.
After a busy day today, as the sky brightened, he could finally lie down and sleep.
Can't sleep.
There was a knocking sound outside the window.
Ning Ren turned over, opened the curtains, and faced a white bird. The bird opened its mouth and said nervously: "Good sister... Ahem, little guy, let me in quickly, it will be bad if we are seen!"
Ning Ren opened the window, and Bai Ya came in, transformed into a handsome young man. He coughed awkwardly and said, "I was so absurd before, I blurted out something, please forgive me."
Ning Ren: “…”
He has already mastered the essence of the Guhuo Bird-style Byakugan.
The birds he knew were not decent.
After we got to know each other better, he completely lost the respect and reserve he had when they first met. He lay down on his bed and asked listlessly, "What are you doing?"
White Crow: "Let's count the fate between us."
He pulled a strand of Ning Ren's hair and said, "See if we are old acquaintances, or if we have some connection." Ning Ren hissed and subconsciously raised his hand to grab his hair. He was actually worried that Bai Ya could really see what happened in the next few decades.
Unfortunately, after the white crow got the hair, it flew away directly. It came and went quickly, and even pulled the curtains on the windows for him.
Ning Ren has been easy to coax since he was a child, but he has a bad temper. After being angry for a while, he turned over and lay on the bed, whining, covering his head with the pillow.
If you really expect that you will die in the future, don't blame him for not stopping it, humph.
After a while, Ning Ren emerged from the pillow with his hair in disarray, his heart slowly calming down. Forget it, why would he bother with this person who would disappear before his very eyes in the future?
The tragic situation of the family of three appeared in his mind, and the words the mother said to her cubs before she died.
'My child is the best child', 'My baby is the bravest and cutest baby'... These similar words were not only said by the stinky father to him, but also by many parents to their cubs.
Ning Ren thought that he and his father were just one of thousands of families.
When he was a child, it was his father who watched him die. What if he was like the child he met today, watching his father sacrifice himself?
Maybe he won't understand at first, but when he does, he will be heartbroken.
Ning Ren entered the live broadcast room mall.
I made a lot of money selling dolls through the system. After deducting the costs and other major expenses, I have accumulated 7.63 million star stones so far.
But after screening countless times, there are still very few things available for purchase at this stage.
He can't rely too much on these things.
Are the things in the mall really completely trustworthy?
He believed it once, lost his life, was given a debuff, and became what he is now.
Ning Ren: "[Fork in the Road of Destiny], can you show me in advance what would happen if I chose to break my wings?"
Mall Assistant: "Everything is as you wish. Survive and your family will not be sad. Resolve the Sky Crack, grow up healthily, and recognize Asulin. As long as you survive, a new king will be born in Lanhuadis."
Ning Ren asked in return, "But if my wings are broken, how will my brothers and sisters not be sad?"
The assistant flashed twice. "Your conditions only say 'survive and keep your brothers and sisters from being sad', not that they should never be sad."
[Fork in the Road of Fate] really takes word games to the extreme.
Ning Ren didn't get angry. Instead, he calmed down amidst the system's fury. "I've been weak since I was young. How can I survive after my wings are broken?"
Mall Assistant: "[Fork in the Road of Destiny] will give you the next step."
Ning Ren asked again: "If my wings are broken, will my brothers and sisters pay a price to save me?"
Then he asked, "When a new king is born, one generation dies and another is born. Even if the new king was born immediately after my wings were broken, he would only be three years old when the Sky Crack appeared. How could he lead Lan Huadis to withstand the Sky Crack?"
Then he asked again, "Or is it that there are already people in the tribe who have the potential to become a king?"
Ning Ren asked this question casually. After all, today's forbidden technique incident had a great impact on him.
The mall assistant said helplessly: "I'm just a buyer. If you want to add more of what you mentioned to [Forked Road of Fate], you'll have to spend money to upgrade it again."
System: "This is simply a money-eating beast! It's a huge pit! What if there are more things you want to add in the future?! There are always endless patches!"
The store assistant sighed, "This is its nature. How can fate and history be easily fooled? Every change requires energy. How can it be possible without Star Stone?"
Ning Ren fell silent after hearing this, rubbed his irritated system, and exited the mall.
In the backpack, the first step of breaking wings given by [Fork in the Road of Fate] has a final time limit. If the host has not made a choice in the last three hours, a 180-minute countdown will appear to remind the host.
The [Courage Deprivation] debuff shimmered quietly.
The young man lay in the soft quilt, his fingers sliding on the soft fabric. He had taken off his blindfold long ago, and his light golden eyes were filled with a faint light.
Every one of his facial features was exquisite, his eyelashes were thick, long and slightly curled, and his skin had a jade-like luster. As he grew older, his appearance improved. Although the blood mole was bright in color, it always gave off a sense of fragility and fragileness when looked at for a long time.
Ning Ren can keep his wings, and can use the fork in the road of fate to live well and live for a long time. He will not care about the future of the Lanhuadis people and will take his brothers and sisters with him.
But he was greedy and wanted so much, so the more patches he applied, the more he got, like a bottomless pit.
In fact, the debuff gave him a good reason to escape. If he really did this, perhaps he could use the debuff as an excuse to dispel even the guilt in his heart.
He had already died once, and the debuff was left behind because he had saved so many people.
What's the point of escaping this time?
I just want to survive, is that wrong?
Besides, no one knows and no one will blame him.
But if there was no [Courage Deprivation], how would he feel when faced with the current choice?
Besides these, he had many other thoughts in his mind.
He was in a daze for seven or eight hours before burying himself under the pillow again.
A long time passed, and the system thought he was asleep. Then a muffled voice, slightly trembling under the influence of the debuff, came from the empty room, but it was firm:
“…I want to spread my wings.”
Since you are greedy, be greedy to the end.
He wants to spread his wings and also try his best to survive.
But Ning Ren still did not untie himself from [Fork in the Road of Fate], but used it as a fallback. In case he really could not overcome the debuff, he would pick off his own wings before the countdown ended.
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