"Aren't you smug seeing me like this?" Qin Chi couldn't help but shout, his eyes turning bloodshot.
Qin Xiuyang didn't even glance at him, nor did he turn around, his tone cold and arrogant: "What do you have to do with me?"
The more he acted this way, the more humiliated Qin Chi felt. He was clearly his father's biological son, so why was it Qin Xiuyang who received his father's inheritance and was carefully taught by his father?
"Qin Chi, don't embarrass your master anymore."
Qin Chi clenched his fists. Everyone said he was a disgrace, everyone said he was unworthy, but did he want to?
"Your existence puts your master in a difficult position." Qin Xiuyang looked down at Qin Chi. He was tall and wore a Dharma robe and held a sword, while Qin Chi was thin and weak because he often didn't have enough to eat. In addition, Qin Chi was curled up on the ground and covered in blood. The two were worlds apart.
Qin Chi closed his eyes in self-consciousness, a bitter smile and resentment appearing on his lips.
This only made Qin Xiuyang look down on him more, and he said coldly, "Everything I have today is because I deserve it. Your jealousy is useless."
Yes, what good is his jealousy? Will it win his father's favor? No, his father will only despise him more.
Although he didn't say it, Qin Chi knew that his father must regret why Qin Xiuyang wasn't his biological son.
However, Qin Xiuyang has now become a personal disciple, and they are no different from a biological son. No, they should be like a biological son to others, not like a biological son to oneself.
After Qin Xiuyang walked away, Qin Chi limped along, dragging his injured leg. When he encountered fellow disciples, all but one of them looked at him with disdain and contempt.
"Junior Brother Qin, how could you..." The man in front of him hesitated, then sighed heavily, "How could they do this? Did you see who it was? I will stand up for you."
"No need, Senior Brother Xiang. It's my cultivation level that's low, so I can't blame anyone else."
"They are clearly bullying you on purpose. It's not your fault that you were born this way. Why are they jealous of you? If they really admired Sword Master Taiming, why don't they become his disciples like Qin Xiuyang? They are just taking it out on you because they are not talented enough themselves."
“My existence is indeed a stain on my father’s life, senior brother, you don’t need to worry about me.”
"How can I ignore you? No matter what, you are a member of our Tianyuan Sect. I think I just saw Qin Xiuyang heading towards Jianfeng. Didn't he see you? How could he be so indifferent?"
"So what if I saw it, or I didn't? He and I had no connection to each other."
"How can it be unrelated? In another sense, he has also taken over your position and status..."
"Senior brother, stop talking, that's not how it's calculated." Before the man could finish speaking, Qin Chi interrupted him, "It's because I'm not qualified. It's good that Father has Qin Xiuyang."
"You...sigh...never mind, it's best if you can take it easy. I just feel it's unfair to you. Even if you don't have the sword bone, you are still the Sword Master's own son. How can he care about Qin Xiuyang in everything but not ask you a single question?"
"A father has his responsibilities."
"That's true. You should rest first. There are a few pills in this bottle. Remember to take them. I'll ask my father to visit Jianfeng when he has time."
"Senior brother, there's no need to trouble the sect leader with such a trivial matter." Qin Chi quickly stopped him. "I don't want my affairs to distract my father any further."
Seeing his reaction, the man stopped insisting: "Then I'll go and investigate to see who was so bold as to violate the clan rules just now."
Qin Chi remained silent. What could he possibly find out? Didn't this kind of thing happen every month? If they really found out who it was, they would only be more ruthless next time.
However, he could not influence Senior Brother Xiang's decision. Although Senior Brother Xiang was not as talented as Qin Xiuyang, he was the sect leader's son and the designated candidate for the next sect leader. It was reasonable for him to stand up for him and it was also based on Senior Brother Xiang's prestige and benevolence in the sect.
Qin Chi didn't take any pills. The pain made his mind clearer and his resolve stronger. He wanted to become stronger; he had to become the strongest.
So what if he's a half-demon? He didn't believe that in this vast cultivation world, there was truly no right for a half-demon to survive.
He will take revenge on all those who have humiliated him.
Young Qin Chi closed his eyes and swore that he had lost count of how many times this had happened, but each time he woke up, his cultivation level still hadn't improved at all.
In the Sunset Forest, Song Xia was finally spared from being swept away by the hurricane, but she was now running out of breath.
With only a small section of vine remaining, she struggled to crawl forward. Even in this state, she did not attempt to deal with the rampaging, fragmented spirit.
Xiao Ling recorded this moment, intending to show it to Qin Chi in the future. If Qin Chi ever dared to look down on Xia Xia, he would... he would...
Xiao Ling pouted. It seemed there was nothing he could do; his existence was to protect the cubs, and he couldn't harm them.
Even if the cubs chosen by the system have flaws, they still have their merits. Hopefully, Qin Chi will understand Xia Xia's good intentions and sacrifices in the future. It's not about asking Qin Chi to do anything, just not to be hostile. Although that Sword Master is inhuman, he still has Xia Xia! In this world, there are people who are truly devoted to him.
"Lord Qilin, seniors of the demon race, I humbly request your permission, junior." Song Xia could no longer speak, and could only try his best to communicate with the fragmented spirits in the graveyard through his consciousness.
With a long sigh, just as Song Xia was about to give up, a warm white light enveloped her.
Song Xia fell into a deep sleep and could not see the scene before her, but Xiao Ling was extremely shocked.
"Huh? What are you?" The consciousness actually discovered Xiaoling, and Xiaoling was shocked.
“Things from the outside world are interesting.”
"You can see me?" Xiao Ling couldn't help but ask. "Are you the Qilin?"
"It doesn't count now." The spirit sighed softly, then suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? Is there still a chance?"
"Hahahaha..." The spirit around Song Xia and Xiao Ling laughed heartily, "It seems that the heavens have left a sliver of hope for my demon race and for my son, good, good!"
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Ling had never seen this scene before, but he could sense that the spirit had no ill intentions; on the contrary, it was even more friendly to him and Xia Xia.
"I laugh at you for coming at the right time. I almost, I almost stopped this sliver of life from coming. Luckily, this little vine has enough perseverance."
Xiao Ling asked excitedly, "So you're going to help us?"
"We're all demons, why be so formal? She got here on her own merit, I'm just lending her a hand."
As the mist dissipated, the surroundings became extremely quiet, and a small pool slowly emerged. The pool was not large, but it was filled with milky white spiritual liquid. The spiritual liquid flowed around a bright white sphere in the center, and from time to time, one could see what seemed to be life moving inside the sphere.
Before Xiaoling could ask anything, the spirit threw Song Xia's last remaining half of the vine into the small pool, and the round ball even came over curiously to rub against it.
"That's good then." The spiritual sense nodded in satisfaction. "Although it's not a famous product, with this kind of mindset, there's a chance to achieve great success."
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