Chapter 815: Chapter 647: Education
Because she was exceptional, in that battle of the Deities that scorched the sea, among the sixteen Corpse Demon Royal Bloodlines, she was the only one who survived.
In this millennium, Jiang Chen has never created a new Bloodline Clan.
Until Baili An was born and awakened from the coffin.
Jiang Chen looked at the youngest child he created with his own hands, his calm gaze devoid of any fatherly kindness, the bloody pupils shimring with a subtle light: “What a pity, you bear no resemblance to Li at all.”
Baili An could see that Jiang Chen’s attitude towards him wasn’t as satisfied as with Si Li.
But Baili An had no intention of competing with others, he lowered his head and looked at the mist spreading under his feet, saying: “My sister Si Li and I are inherently different people.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen was silent for a long ti, then suddenly spoke again: “The way you act now resembles my first child greatly.”
The tone of Jiang Chen did not change one bit, yet Baili An vaguely felt a chill climbing up his spine.
Originally, including him, there were actually eighteen in the Corpse Demon Royal Lineage.
It was just because one person rebelled, defecting to the Immortal World, and played a crucial role in the battle of the burning sea, causing the capture of the seventeen Corpse Demon Royals; even Si Li suffered the torture of the Golden Crow Shining Head punishnt.
After this battle, that Corpse Demon traitor was removed from the seventeen royal families, stripped of his surna, eternally exiled, never to return to the Dark Continent.
Baili An pondered: “Are you speaking of Sikong?”
Jiang Chen raised his left hand, a black ancient book materialized in his palm, on the cover, two black wings were engraved, in the middle embedded a blood-red gemstone, looking like a scarlet lone eye.
The ancient book autonomously flipped through its pages, totaling seventeen sheets of paper.
Baili An saw clearly that on the first fifteen pages, each surna started with “Si”, the nas unknown, with ink-colored strokes; until the sixteenth page was turned, Si Li’s na appeared, the two words were in black and gold, their luster vibrant, spirituality undying.
And on the seventeenth page, there was no na or surna, entirely blank, without pen or ink.
The last page stood upright in his palm, Jiang Chen looked at that blank sheet, his voice turning extrely cold: “This page of the register was supposed to have your na inscribed a year ago, entered into the royal register, but now, seeing you like this, I’ve changed my mind.”
The chill creeping up Baili An’s spine deepened, for before the seventeen pages, there was obviously another page, but it had been torn out.
Baili An certainly knew what this ant: “It seems I have greatly disappointed you.”
Jiang Chen said: “Disappointnt is aningless; to , the creation of heirs is rely a whim, even though Si Li is exceptional, I have never felt proud or gratified because of it.”
For to Corpse King Jiang Chen, offspring who have inherited the royal bloodline being outstanding and excellent should be taken for granted.
Just like the hawk can soar, the giant dragon can traverse the abyss, the whale can swim the seas, everything is natural in its place.
He granted her power beyond worldly bounds, strength and excellence were roads she must travel.
As for those who perished halfway, Jiang Chen would never waste a thought to pay any extra attention.
But if soone breaks the order and rules he set, violating the taboo, that is sothing he absolutely cannot allow.
The cause of the past burning sea battle all stemd from Sikong’s obsession with mories of past events.
Corpse Demons, those gone do not return, past events must not be rembered.
This was the iron order Jiang Chen set down, inviolable by anyone.
Sikong committed grave offense, hence was erased from the na.
And now, Jiang Chen ca here precisely because he discovered Baili An had the sa obsession, he was reborn into the world only to trace old bonds and seek past lives.
Jiang Chen can disregard his diocrity, but would never allow another Sikong to erge in the Corpse Demon Clan!
He slightly lowered his gaze, his palms coming together, the black ancient book disappeared, he said indifferently: “Since you have t Si Li, you must have already learned from her mouth the rules I set; do you still intend to continue searching for mories of your past life?”
Sikong was obsessed with mories of his life, the price he paid was being exiled to the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, accompanying the ancient city of night for tens of thousands of years, forsaken by the Six Realms, forgotten by all living things.
Now if Baili An were to nod and admit it, the punishnt might be even harsher.
The light of the Star River shone through the flowing clouds, reflecting Baili An’s paper-white face, his lashes silently folded down, saying: “I am not grass or wood, how can I be unfeeling; the great lord let be reborn and see the Mortal World, is a great favor, but I do not want to let this place, continue to wither and beco desolate.”
He placed his hand over his heart, his gaze desolate yet firm.
Jiang Chen sneered: “If you cannot let go of the past, it is nothing more than incomplete mories guiding you like signposts lighting the long road, having accompanied darkness and death for two hundred years, if you barely grasp a bit of light, how could you willingly abandon the last spark of your life?”
He leapt down from the Star Bridge, silver hair gleaming white, cold and piercing, Jiang Chen looked expressionlessly at Baili An: “But you are not human, that spark cannot warm a cold corpse, nor soothe the heart of the dead, the only thing that can keep beating, is the Corpse Pearl that echoes when you thirst for blood.
Perhaps you think your parents ca from a Cultivation Family, even if two hundred years have passed, they might still be alive. But do you think, a blood-feeding Corpse Demon, they would still gladly accept you?”
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