Chapter 378: Chapter 378
Many people within the Array heard the conversation between the two, and piecing together the context, they began to guess that both the red-clothed deviant and Lan Tian were not from this planet.
Oh my god, they had inadvertently overheard an incredible secret. Fear mingled with exhilaration; there were other planets in the universe with human existence – no, should say, with Immortals existing.
Mr. Ji looked toward Mr. Mo, his gaze full of implications, as if to say, is your granddaughter really from another planet?
Mr. Mo rolled his eyes without paying attention to him. Surrounded and trapped here, it was unclear whether it was life or death on the line, and still he had the mind for gossip.
Hua Kongque, Zhang Shenjing, Wu Zongyu, and a few others looked towards Mo Junhua, seemingly asking, your wife is an extraterrestrial?
Mo Junhua’s cool expression emitted a "Strangers Keep Out" vibe, and the air around him grew even several degrees colder, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily, daring not look at him any longer.
The red-robed monk was furiously enraged, wishing he could slap Lan Tian to death. Having cultivated into the Mahayana Realm, he only possessed two Spiritual Artifacts and had only heard of Spiritual Treasures and Immortal Artifacts. Indeed, his sect had one, but it was a legacy left by the ancestors to intimidate the other sects and was impossible for them to give to him.
Yet here was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, who had just stepped into the threshold of Cultivation, and her family had even prepared an Immortal Artifact for her. Reflecting on his own Foundation Establishment, when the sect gave him a mid-grade Xuan-level Magic Artifact, he had been so happy for days. Uneasiness grew wildly within him, like rampant weeds.
After cultivating the Mixed Element Technique, Lan Tian’s intuition also became strangely sharp. As soon as the words left her lips, she noticed the red-robed monk’s aura became erratic for a moment, although it quickly returned to normal. She was certain that the red-robed cultivator across from her was emotionally disturbed.
What she said had caused the opponent’s breath and mind to be thrown into chaos. Her gaze moved from the hair-binding jade crown on his head, to the red clothes on his body, the waist completely unadorned, down to the embroidered boots on his feet, and suddenly she had a moment of inspiration.
He envied everything she had. This person had not been in a demonic state for long, no wonder a few words from her could unsettle his mind.
The red-robed cultivator also realized that his condition was very off, almost entering a demonic state.
Kick them when they’re down, know just where to start to strike the enemy more quickly and effectively, Lan Tian once again played to her nature of a venomous tongue, hoping to infuriate him to death.
"Senior, what you don’t know," Lan Tian put on an expression of arrogant pride as if flaunting her wealth, and with a flick of her hand threw out a handful of talismans again, "since my mother conceived me, all eyes were on her. The clan thought the same; my grandfather had a mutated Ice Spirit Root, my father had a mutated Thunder Spirit Root, and my mother was of Wood Spirit Body. So when I was born, I had to be at least a Single Spirit Root."
The red-robed monk twitched his mouth, what kind of family is this, treating Heavenly Spirit Roots as common as cabbages.
Lan Tian glanced at the red-robed monk and said casually, yet seriously bluffing, "Who knew I’d be born with three spiritual roots, my innate talents far inferior to my clan brothers and sisters. The clan elders were very disappointed, and my clan brothers and sisters waited to laugh at me. They thought my parents would eventually neglect and despise me. After all, in the Cultivation World, whether a family can prosper for thousands of years depends on the talents of the younger generations."
The red-robed monk kept a calm face but nodded in agreement internally; it was the same whether in families or sects.
"But they were disappointed. My father and mother doted on me as the apple of their eyes; my ancestor treated me like the most precious treasure. I had the best cultivation techniques, cultivated in places with spiritual energy several times richer than the others, could casually pick from the most costly techniques, and had the best cultivation resources with endless heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Whether in the family or the sect, I strutted around confidently." Lan Tian lifted her head proudly, a defiant arrogance bursting forth.
"At age seven, I heard the sisters in the clan saying behind my back that I was trash. With three spiritual roots, having cultivated for seven or eight years, I was still only at Qi Refining Fifth Level, while a clan sister of the same age had reached the eighth layer. Her cultivation spot wasn’t as good as mine, her cultivation technique and resources were inferior to mine. Someone as trash as me should not be using the best; if those were given to that clan sister, she might have reached Foundation Establishment by now." Lan Tian spoke more fluently as she went on, her face full of rage as if she had truly been humiliated.
"They even said things like, if they were me, they would’ve been too ashamed to show their face, may as well hang themselves with a rope. That ticked me off so much that I had a fight with her right then and there, of course I lost. After I returned, I cried to my ancestor, asking if I was really trash. Guess what the ancestor said?" Lan Tian tilted her head and winked at the red-robed monk, who felt a sense of satisfaction. With her swaggering attitude of throwing talismans at any provocation, her clan sister had been too lenient, why hadn’t she beaten her to death?
Lan Tian maintained a nonchalant face, speaking calmly, "The ancestor patted my head and said, ’Silly girl, why compare yourself with them? You were born noble, for you are my bloodline. Apart from your parents, no one else in the entire clan is nobler than you, even if you were a five-spirit-root waste. They still have to look up to you, worship you, and respect you. As long as I’m here, with three spiritual roots you can still cultivate and ascend to the Immortal World. Even if they have better talents, without the ancestor’s bloodline, they’ll still struggle at the bottom, flattering and pleasing you for cultivation resources. What’s more important, talent or heritage?’ Hearing the ancestor’s words was better than reading ten thousand books, it felt like drinking the essence of millennia, comfortable from head to toe. So, being reborn is also a skill, when you’re born into a good family you have everything. Therefore, when I heard those sour remarks later on, I simply ignored them." Lan Tian spread her hands and looked sideways with a lordly air of disdain, her arrogance unpleasant to behold.
The red-robed monk, also from a Cultivation Family, couldn’t help but think back to his own unsavory past. Originally a collateral descendant, due to his Single Fire Spirit Root and outstanding talent, he was sent to the old house to cultivate. He thought that with his talent, the elders in the old house would surely scramble to take him as a disciple and provide him with various resources – Nascent Soul, Divinity Transformation, Cave Void, Mahayana, and crossing the tribulation to ascend to the Immortal World. However, reality slapped him in the face. No matter how good his talent was, what difference did it make if an elder took him as a disciple? True Lineage descendants in the old house still treated him as a servant, scolding him at will, and never left him any dignity in front of outsiders.
Seeing the red-robed monk’s aura becoming chaotic again, with surrounding spiritual energy swirling restlessly as if on the verge of going berserk, Lan Tian flipped her hand and a bundle of talismans flew over; she truly wasn’t heartbroken, for they were all low-level talismans, piled into mountains in her Sleeve Universe, incapable of injuring the red-robed monk but just to harass him.
Watching batch after batch of talismans being thrown over, the red-robed monk didn’t wave them away anymore; low-level talismans were of no use to him. Yet seeing Lan Tian’s careless attitude was like seeing that True Lineage Sister once again, that disdainful, disgusted look in her eyes every time she saw him as if she had seen something filthy. A wicked fire surged from the depths of his heart, and a voice in his head kept saying, tear her apart; once you tear her apart, there will be no one left to look down on him. The rıghtful source is N()velFire.net