The only exception was the second son, Qing He. Qing He had already reached the level of a Ninth-Grade Military Commander! However, no matter how many tis he tried, he still couldn’t break through the peak of the Postnatal Realm[1].
Right now, Qing He needed to devote himself completely to his cultivation, hoping to break through and step into the Tenth-Grade Military Commander level, reaching the very pinnacle of the Postnatal Realm. Only when there were two peak Postnatal-stage experts in the Qing Family could they directly clash with the Shi Family of Hundred-Mile City!
Among the third generation, there were also many geniuses. Under Qing Luo’s personal guidance, his eldest grandson Qingzi had already broken into the Seventh Grade Martial Arts Warrior at the age of twenty-one!
Another outstanding genius nad "Qing Youu" had actually entered the Sixth-Grade "Samurai" Realm at the age of thirteen; this cultivation speed was even two years faster than Qingzi’s. This made Qing Luo so delighted that he even smiled in his sleep. The aning of reaching the sa realm two years earlier was very clear. One could compare "Qing" with those heaven-favored prodigies, a genius among geniuses! Luo Qing held imnse confidence and expectations for his grandson.
In this world where everything revolved around cultivation, the topics people discussed naturally centered on cultivation. This word "cultivation" was the root of Qing Shui’s misfortune. He hated everything related to it. Thus, whenever he was neither sleeping nor eating, he would jog alone on the hills, basking in the sun amidst the solitude of nature.
As ti passed, his temperant grew colder and colder, and Qing Yi was the only one who could coax a smile out of him. Even Qing Luo could not lt the frost on his face.
Qing Shui did not know that every ti Qing Yi saw his lonely figure, a sharp pain would pierce her heart. Over the past three years, Qing Yi had gathered countless precious herbal dicine for Qing Shui, trying to help him improve his constitution, but it was all in vain. Only when he was asleep would the frost on his face lt; only when he had a good dream could he truly smile from his heart.
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"Hey, Qing Hu, why are you sneaking out to play instead of resting and recovering? Aren’t you afraid your father will spank you as punishnt?"
"It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt at all, nothing to be afraid of!" Qing Hu waved it off casually. Qing Shui found Qing Hu’s answer very adorable, as if he were pretending to be an adult.
"Alright then, let’s go back now! Otherwise, Aunt Yi will co to fetch you." Qing Hu widened his eyes and spoke in a commanding tone!
Qing Shui glanced at Qing Hu’s sturdy, vigorous body and let out a soft sigh, comparing it to his own frail and weak fra. "Must I live my whole life like this, never able to cultivate? Why are there so many legendary figures who surpass their limits and beco experts who shake the world, yet I alone am the exception?" Qing Yu was filled with bitter resentnt.
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Qing Shui and Qing Hu happened to return to the mansion just as Qing Yi was about to go out and look for them. Upon seeing them, Qing Yi hurriedly brought them to the dining hall to eat the reunion al. Today was the last day of the month. On the last day of every month, the Qing Clan would hold a reunion feast, where the whole family ate together. In this way, the family mbers had a place to exchange news and also a ti to strengthen their bonds.
Sitting at the main dining table, next to Qing Luo, were Qing He, Qingzi, and Qing Youu. The remaining mbers of the second and third generations did not have the privilege to sit at the head table with the Qing Clan’s geniuses.
Although Qingzi and Qing Youu were already mbers of the third generation, because of their strength and talent, they were still able to dine at the main table. This seating arrangent had been decided by Qing Luo. He wished to foster the other Clan mbers by creating an atmosphere of friendly competition. Sitting at the main table was a kind of honor. Everyone regarded it as a symbol of glory. Not only that, compared to other mbers of the clan, those who sat at the main table also received higher stipends!
Qing Shui silently finished his al beside Qing Yi. Other Clan mbers of similar strength would usually gather together, except for Qing Shui. Since childhood, Qing Shui had always been very lonely. As his mother, Qing Yi truly felt helpless watching her child go without friends or companionship!
Qing Yi had been suppressing the emotions buried deep in her heart. Three years... Over these three years, his entire deanor seed to have changed. In the past, Qing Shui would still occasionally show a childish side. Now, Qing Shui seed prematurely mature in both character and thoughts, losing his childhood in the process. As Qing Yi looked at the lonely figure of her beloved son, tears stread uncontrollably down her face.
In the past three years, she had broken down and wept helpless tears more tis than she could count! Qing Shui walked out of the Qing Palace in dejection. Aside from the nearby hills, he had nowhere else to go. Coming to this place he had visited countless tis, he gazed toward the horizon, at the peaks of the endless mountain ranges and the deep valleys below, and thoughts of suicide flashed through his mind. But whenever he thought of ending his life, mories of that woman’s gentleness and hopeful gaze would surface in his mind. He told himself that no matter what, he had to persevere and continue living—for that look full of hope that belonged to his mother!
Qing Shui was unwilling to be treated as garbage like this. The more he thought about it, the angrier he beca. When the flas of rage within him surged to the point of eruption, a hint of madness appeared in his eyes, and he roared at the heavens. "Heavens, I will never give in! If you want to suppress , then I will suppress you!" A voice filled with a thousand ounces of misfortune echoed in all directions.
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