Soaking in the spiritual liquid, Song Xia grew increasingly emerald green, like a piece of glass-type jade, with shimmering light. She subconsciously absorbed the spiritual energy in the small pool, and her vines gradually spread to the edge of the pool, even blooming small white flowers.
Round Ball's favorite thing to do is play with her little flower. Although she is not conscious at the moment, the vine will take the initiative to pick the little flower and put it on Round Ball.
The ball bounced and hopped happily, and when the little flower fell off, he bounced it back up, having a great time.
The Qilin's fragmented spiritual consciousness had not appeared since the day it helped Song Xia, and Xiao Ling could only count the days in boredom, watching how long Song Xia had been asleep.
The white tiger guarding the outside has left, and the tomb has returned to its former tranquility.
A year has passed, and Song Xia still hasn't woken up. Qin Chi of the Tianyuan Sect is becoming increasingly gloomy. His cultivation level is still stuck at the Qi Refining stage, but Qin Xiuyang, who is the same age as him, has already broken through to the Golden Core stage.
"Senior Brother Qin truly deserves to be the number one among his peers. I guarantee he will definitely win the championship in this competition."
"Don't you even know who your personal disciple is? Back then, Sword Master was always the number one among his peers. I heard that later, when Sword Master broke through to the Tribulation Transcending stage, an old monster who was also at the Tribulation Transcending stage tried to steal the same spiritual flower from Sword Master. As a result, Sword Master repelled him with a single sword strike. You should know that the old monster entered the Tribulation Transcending stage a hundred years earlier than Sword Master!"
"I really envy Senior Brother Qin for having the Sword Master personally instructing him."
“Even if you admire someone, you still need to have the strength yourself. Look at Qin Chi, he’s the Sword Master’s own son, yet he’s not as good as any of us.”
"Although it is a half-demon, it still inherited half of the Sword Master's bloodline. Why doesn't it know how to live up to expectations?"
"He can't handle hardship. I heard he just goes to the back mountain to drink all day."
"He's willingly fallen into depravity; no wonder even the most good-natured senior brother, Xiang, has stopped paying attention to him lately."
Just then, Qin Chi, drunk, passed by the two of them with a wine jug in his hand, as if he wasn't the one being looked down upon.
Their disdain was palpable: "Look at him! Where is even a trace of the Sword Master's former spirit?"
"Such self-degradation, if I were the Sword Master, I wouldn't care about him anymore."
Qin Chi smiled bitterly upon hearing this. Who cares? When has his father ever cared about him?
He certainly tried his best, but what was the result? What was the use of swinging his sword tens of thousands of times every day? He still couldn't condense sword intent, and he still couldn't break through to the Qi Refining stage. Was he destined to stop here, just like the other half-demons?
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of other ways. The sect leader told him to go find his father, but his father wouldn't see him. He had also tried to find opportunities in secret realms, but he wasn't Qin Xiuyang and hadn't encountered any extraordinary encounters.
After all these years of hard work, he really wanted to give up. After all, his father didn't want him to make any breakthroughs, did he? Perhaps if he died sooner, his father could get rid of this burden sooner.
He arrived at the back mountain drunk, and two little monkeys skillfully stole his wine. Qin Chi didn't stop them, since in the entire sect, only these small animals that hadn't yet developed intelligence were willing to approach him.
Unaware that Qin Taiming, who had never cared about him before, was looking for him while he was drunk and passed out, he was unaware that Qin Taiming was looking for him.
"Tell him to come and see me." Qin Taiming exuded a chilling aura, his words brimming with barely suppressed anger.
The sect leader of Tianyuan Sect advised, "Don't be too angry. Perhaps he didn't sign up himself?"
"Who else could it be but him? Who would dare to mess with that good-for-nothing?"
"I've already sent someone to look for him. That kid might just be trying to prove himself to you. Don't get angry when you see him later."
"Prove? Prove what? Prove his filthy bastard bloodline?"
"He's still your own son. It would be heartbreaking for him to hear you say that."
Qin Taiming sneered: "Am I not telling the truth? I'd rather not have him as my son."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, the sect leader of Tianyuan Sect said to Qin Xiuyang, who was standing to the side, "Nephew, you should try to stop your master later."
Qin Xiuyang also had a cold expression: "Master has his reasons for doing things, and this disciple dares not disobey."
Finding Qin Chi wasn't difficult; Xiang Chengyuan soon approached and said, "Why do you smell so strongly of alcohol? Go wash up; the Sword Master wants to see you."
Qin Chi was taken aback: "Why does Father want to see me?"
"It seems to be because of the competition."
"I'm not qualified to participate. If you make me go, wouldn't that be embarrassing for him?" Qin Chi hiccuped and urged him again via telepathy. Xiang Chengyuan couldn't care less and just picked up the person and left.
Looking at the person lying in a puddle of mud on the main hall, Qin Taiming's anger visibly escalated.
"Don't make a move, I'll handle it." The sect leader was afraid that Qin Taiming might hurt Qin Chi if he didn't act recklessly, so he immediately made a spell.
Qin Chi instantly regained his senses, looked at the people in the main hall, and was stunned.
He murmured, "Father!"
"You are not worthy to be my son, kneel down."
Qin Taiming continued his taunts: "Who gave you permission, you worthless bastard, to register for the competition?"
Although he was often insulted like this by people in the sect, this was the first time he had heard Qin Taiming say such a thing in person. Qin Chi's face turned pale instantly, and he lost all color.
Seeing that Qin Chi remained silent, Xiang Chengyuan became anxious: "Junior brother, you should give Sword Master an explanation. Are you trying to prove yourself? It's alright. Although your cultivation is lacking, at least your courage is commendable."
"I don't need you to speak for him. I think he's just jealous of Xiu'er. He doesn't have Xiu'er's talent and diligence, but he wants to show off like Xiu'er. He's hopeless. Sect Master, I think someone with such impure thoughts is not qualified to stay in Tianyuan Sect. He should be expelled from today."
Qin Chi clenched his fists. He had heard that his father was usually very quiet, but he never expected that when he finally showed up, he would be so disdainful of him.
Xiu'er?
What an affectionate way to address someone; it's clear that his view of my birth is a disgrace.
The sect leader tried to persuade him again: "It's just that you want to participate in the competition. This is every disciple's right. Expelling him from the sect is too serious and will not convince the public. Moreover, everyone in the cultivation world knows that he is your son. If he leaves Tianyuan Sect, won't your former defeated subordinates come after him for revenge?"
Qin Taiming remained unmoved: "His death is his fate."
“Junior nephew, say something quickly! Talk to your father properly. There’s nothing wrong with participating in the competition; just consider it gaining experience.”
"What competition?" Qin Chi didn't understand. Was it because of the competition that he angered his father? But he hadn't registered!
"You're still pretending to be stupid? You're hopeless." Qin Xiuyang shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.
Unable to bear such slander, Qin Chi stubbornly stood up: "I didn't do it, that's all."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Taiming slapped him down: "Who gave you permission to speak to Xiu'er like that? Who gave you permission to stand up? You wretched child! Who else can register you for the competition?"
"Junior brother, if you keep hitting people, they'll be gone." The sect leader stopped him again. "Perhaps there really is some misunderstanding."
Qin Chi lay on the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. Ah, Xiu'er, you wretched child, the difference between his and Qin Xiuyang's status in their father's heart is truly like heaven and earth!
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