"You actually thought of poisoning Lingsu!" The thought of all Bei Lingsu had done for Bei Yun over the past year caused the anger she had barely repressed to surge back up uncontrollably.
"Even a re animal would never harm its offspring, but you—you’re worse than an animal!"
"She’s been atoning for your sins, teaching apprentices in the Capital City for a year, and next year she plans to travel across Daqi to practice dicine. How do you repay her? By starting a war to create even more evil! After you die, you’ll definitely descend to the eighteenth level of hell, without question!"
She gritted her teeth and spat her curses venomously.
No, to be precise, they weren’t curses. She was rely stating facts. Heaven’s justice calculates every debt; for soone like Bei Yun, the eighteenth level of hell was inevitably waiting.
Upon hearing this, Bei Yun let out a sharp laugh. "It doesn’t matter. I’m already living in hell right now. Being alive is no different from being in hell. There’s no difference to anymore—the world I inhabit has long since turned into hell."
"Hell, my ass! How can it possibly be hell when Lingsu is around?!" Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t hold back her furious outburst.
Bei Yun froze for a mont upon hearing this, his expression slowly shifting from mockery to bitterness. "When I was six, my father died. When I was eight, my mother passed away. The servants in our household took advantage of my youth, stole the family fortune, and fled. Overnight, I beca a beggar—a beggar poisoned to the core."
"Do you have any idea how hard I fought just to survive?"
"No matter how harsh your life was, it doesn’t justify taking revenge on the world. Those who wronged you were Heaven itself, not innocent people!" Qiao Xiaomai retorted coldly.
Bei Yun shook his head at her words. "No, it wasn’t just Heaven. Later, I t a master—he was a thief. He taught how to steal, and he even taught martial arts. Just when my life began to improve, he betrayed ."
"He coveted the dical skills of the Bei family. I trusted him. I told him where my ancestors’ secret manuscripts were hidden. He took the dical manuscripts, strangled to death, and abandoned my body in the wilderness. That year, I was ten."
"But fortunately, fate didn’t intend for to die. I possessed a unique inner cultivation technique that allowed to mask my breath entirely, mimicking the appearance of death. Using this cultivation, I feigned death and deceived him."
"Yet his betrayal left an unbearable scar on my psyche. The poison inside cannot tolerate agitation, and at that ti, I was young and hadn’t yet learned to regulate my emotions. The toxicity within erupted."
"King Yama stood over my head. I didn’t have any dicine that could suppress the poison. I was teetering on the brink of death. In my despair, I began to consu all the grass around , praying for a miracle, hoping so herb would counteract the poison within ."
"It seems the heavens heard my plea, for there truly was one kind of grass that could suppress the poison within ."
"I didn’t die. I survived, and relying on this grass, I’ve lived safely until now, even maintaining the appearance of a twenty-year-old."
"I lived alone in the wild temporarily. My lineage had passed down martial arts, and that master had also taught so techniques. I was able to protect myself."
"I possess the ability to morize anything at first glance. The dical manuscripts passed down through my family—I rembered every word. I stayed in the wilderness for five years, mastering everything written in those manuscripts and making it entirely my own. Once I was ready, I went to seek revenge against that master."
"I silently poisoned him, then dismbered him piece by piece while he was still alive. He was the first person I ever killed. From the mont I tore him apart, I ceased to be human."
"Every shred of humanity within vanished, leaving only the instincts of a beast."
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