"Insolent! Utterly insolent!" The middle-aged man's face turned livid as he slamd his fist on the Eight Immortals table, roaring at the young man's retreating back.
"Alright, that's enough! Calm down. Honestly, don't you think we've been unfair all these years? It's only natural for Yingjie to harbor resentnt." Beside the middle-aged man, a white-haired elder, his face a canvas of crisscrossing scars, shook his head and sighed.
"Dad, hasn't our Miao Clan always been a ritocracy? Doesn't Miao Yingjie know that? Yes, many of our resources have been directed toward Haohao, but he should be asking himself why he isn't as outstanding! If succession was based on being the eldest legitimate grandson, the Miao Clan would have been wiped out long ago!" the middle-aged man retorted angrily.
"That may be so, but we still have to consider Yingjie's feelings! Renlong, no matter what you say, Yingjie is your son! So, if you can, try not to dishearten him so much! Forget it, just forget it. You've already inherited the position of Clan Leader, so an old relic like , trying to enjoy his retirent, shouldn't be ddling in these affairs! To use a popular phrase from the outside world, 'cherish what you have while you have it.'"
After speaking his mind, the old man stood up, patted Miao Renlong on the shoulder, and walked out, leaning on his cane.
Miao Renlong said nothing, his jaw tightly clenched.
It wasn't until so ti after the old man's figure disappeared that Miao Renlong finally turned and roared at Miao Haohao, "Get on your goddamn knees!"
THUD!
Once the elder had left, all arrogance lted away, replaced by pure panic. At Miao Renlong's command, Miao Haohao dropped to his knees.
"Dad... Dad!" he stamred, his voice trembling.
"Tell ! Why the hell are you so useless?!" Springing from his chair, Miao Renlong grabbed a long whip from the side and lashed it across Miao Haohao's body as he shouted.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Miao Haohao cried out in terror, not daring to raise a hand to block the blows.
No matter how glorious Miao Haohao appeared to the outside world, how flippant and arrogant he seed, few knew his psyche had long since been twisted—a pathological state brought on by the violent abuse of his own father, Miao Renlong!
"Sorry? You're telling you're sorry? Who are you sorry to? Huh! Who are you apologizing to, you worthless piece of trash! After all the years I've spent ticulously training you, this is the result? Do you have any idea how many people are greedily eyeing the Clan Leader position right now? Huh! Your first uncle, your second uncle, your fourth uncle, your fifth uncle—they're all scheming for their own worthless sons! You said you needed to go to Jinling University for Yao Jianjia, and fine, I let you go! But you went and fucking lost the Dead Man Gu! Do you have any idea what that ans? HUH?!"
Miao Renlong roared furiously, relentlessly whipping Miao Haohao without a shred of rcy.
Gritting his teeth against the searing pain, Miao Haohao choked back his cries, forcing them into muffled groans. He knew that the louder he scread, the more his father's violent streak would surge.
"Get up! You're coming with to the confinent chamber!" Miao Renlong stopped the whipping, glancing outside.
The confinent chamber?
Hearing those words, endless horror flooded Miao Haohao's face.
"Dad, no, please, not the confinent chamber! Give another chance, just one more! I won't disappoint you! That bastard... I-I-I'll definitely refine the Dead Man Gu from his body, I swear I will!" Miao Haohao pleaded, clutching at Miao Renlong's leg.
The confinent chamber was his nightmare. A nightmare of torture. He didn't want to go in; he was terrified to go in.
"Useless!" Miao Renlong paused, heaving a deep sigh before kicking Miao Haohao away. "You don't need to refine him into a Dead Man Gu! You're going to chop off his fucking head! My son, the heir designated by , Miao Renlong, will absolutely not endure humiliation like a coward! Damn it, you were so scared of him that you ran ho and hid for twenty days! Hahaha, how could you be so pathetic, so worthless, huh?! HUH?!" Miao Renlong's rage flared anew as he spoke, and he brandished the whip once more.
"Dad, Dad, he killed Old Qiao! He destroyed Old Qiao's Essence Blood Gu! Then... then I sent the Dead Man Gu's host, but sohow... sohow even the Dead Man Gu's aura vanished because of him! Dad, I know I'm no match for him! I don't want to die, I can't die! I still have to bring you glory! I have to bring you glory!" Miao Haohao shrieked hoarsely, his body trembling from the pain.
"Worthless!"
CRACK!
Another lash of the whip landed, and blood started to seep through Miao Haohao's clothes. But he could only clench his jaw and endure.
Exhaling, his gaze dark and gloomy, Miao Renlong looked at Miao Haohao's pitiful state. He lowered the whip and slowly helped him to his feet. As if he had a split personality, his expression suddenly shifted to one of remorse and sympathy. "Haohao, I'm sorry. It's not that Dad wanted to hit you; it's just that I'm so disappointed you're not living up to your potential! Haohao, I know you're just starting out, and it's normal to make mistakes. You said you're no match for him, right? That's fine. I'll have Uncle Lin go with you. He can protect you, and he can also help you chop that bastard's head off. How does that sound?"
"Dad... Uncle Lin? You're really letting Uncle Lin go with ?" Having returned specifically to ask for reinforcents, Miao Haohao instantly forgot the pain wracking his body, his voice filled with excited disbelief.
"Mmm, I'll let him go with you." Miao Renlong nodded. His expression shifted again, becoming one of concern as he looked at the bloodstains on Miao Haohao's clothes. "Haohao, does it still hurt?"
"Dad, no... it doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt anymore!"
「At the sa ti.」
Outside the village, by the hidden Forest Garden.
Qin Fan turned off his phone's GPS navigation. After scanning the depths of the Forest Garden with his Divine Sense, a faint, cold smile touched the corners of his mouth.
Without hesitation, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and strolled casually into the Forest Garden.
"Who goes there! This area is off-limits! Leave now!"
Suddenly, several Miao Clan Guards perched on tree branches jumped down, their faces stern as they ordered him away.
Qin Fan paid them no mind, not even sparing them a glance as he continued forward at the sa steady pace. The smile on his face, however, now held a hint of bloodthirsty amusent.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing Qin Fan ignore them and continue on his way, the Guards cut the chatter and barked their threat.
In the next second, they shot toward Qin Fan in an attack.
Unwilling to waste ti on these small fries, Qin Fan faced the charging figures, simply raising a hand, shaping it into a blade, and swinging it out with formidable Qi Force.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
A series of afterimages flashed from his hand-blade.
The charging Guards froze in place.
A silent smile played on his lips. Qin Fan never broke his stride, and as he walked past them...
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The Guards collapsed in unison.
A thin red line appeared on each of them, starting from the center of their foreheads and running down to their crotches. A mont later, their bodies fell apart into two perfect halves.
The sight of their bisected corpses, lying in a surging pool of blood, was a scene straight out of Purgatory.
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