Chapter 4 : Please teach me, Master
Well, there's nothing the Soul Clan doesn't dare to do.
Yao Yan couldn't help but inwardly complain. He hadn't expected his first encounter with the Soul Clan to be like this. As for whether the other party might not be from the Soul Clan, with that laughter and their reckless audacity, there's no existence on the entire Dou Qi Continent more arrogant than them.
Anyone who understands the Medicine Clan even a little wouldn't dare to barge in like this. If the Medicine Clan discovered them, they would undoubtedly face a devastating blow.
Do they really think the Medicine Clan has a good temper?
The Medicine Clan's strength ranks among the top of the Eight Ancient Clans. On the entire Dou Qi Continent, there are truly few forces they dare not provoke.
Plus, that laughter... there's no need to doubt the other party's identity.
Sure enough, the Soul Clan had already infiltrated, and the Medicine Clan's interior was rotten... Yao Yan inwardly complained again. He knew the Medicine Clan wasn't safe. According to the strength the Medicine Clan displayed in the original work, if they hadn't been ambushed, how could they have been defeated so quickly and so miserably?
The Soul Clan's machinations had begun long ago.
"You... who are you? Where are you, come out!"
Yao Yan, at this moment, asked knowingly. His handsome young face showed shock and anger, and he looked around vigilantly.
He didn't think the other party had any 'malice' in coming here. With his current strength as a Six-Star Dou Master, the other party probably wouldn't find it any different to crush him than to crush an ant. If they really wanted to do something to him, there would be no need for words; they'd just act. Whether he agreed or not wasn't important.
The world of Battle Through the Heavens has always been this cruel; strength determines everything.
Just do as you please.
To make a comparison: I don't eat beef!
"I'm in your na ring. I've been observing you all these years, little guy. You're very good." The voice of a middle-aged man came from within the ring, carrying a hint of appreciation.
Holy shit!
Yao Yan was almost scared into a heart attack by this guy. How could he be so lucky as to be watched by a Soul Clan big shot? He was truly messed up. He felt that the stimulation he had received in the past decade was not as much as in this moment. His mind frantically replayed everything he had done over the years.
A moment later, he was immensely grateful that he didn't have the bad habit of talking to himself; he always thought things through in his mind.
Seemingly sensing that Yao Yan was startled, the na ring on his index finger emitted a faint glow, tinged with a dark black mist. A moment later, a figure composed of black mist appeared before him. The figure was enveloped in black flames, which were extremely peculiar, seemingly swallowing even light, with no trace of Qi leaking out.
Yao Yan couldn't even sense the other party's Soul fluctuation. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't even be able to tell if there was anything in front of him.
Void Swallowing Flame!
Ranked second on the Heavenly Flame List, born from nothingness, without form or shape, it is an extremely peculiar existence, known as the devourer of heaven and earth, possessing the ability to swallow all things. In all the world, only a handful of beings can contend with its devouring power.
What am I, to deserve this...? Yao Yan completely gave up at this moment. He was just a weakling Six-Star Dou Master, not yet out of the Novice Village. For him to encounter such a big shot, how could he possibly handle it?
"Who are you? Why are you hidden in my na ring, and why can't I sense you!"
Yao Yan's face showed tension. He moved small steps backward and questioned in a condensed voice.
"Me? I am also an Alchemist. Your father was once my Named Disciple, but unfortunately, he died at the hands of those from the Medicine Clan. You should know the Medicine Clan's attitude towards those without the Medicine Clan's Bloodline Power. I don't need to say much about that."
The figure enveloped by the Void Swallowing Flame sneered, carrying a hint of playfulness and disdain.
What he said was naturally half-truth, half-false. After all, a Soul Clan Disciple with low Bloodline concentration was clearly not qualified to be his Disciple. However, arranging for the other party to come to the Medicine Clan was indeed his doing, and even arranging for him to meet Yao Yan's mother was intentional.
An old trick, hero saving the beauty, always effective, especially against young women from the Medicine Clan who rarely leave their territory.
Imagine, just leaving the Clan territory, and being rescued by a handsome and extraordinary young man. The destructive power...
Over the past hundred years, he had arranged many such roles, preparing for the future.
The Medicine Clan was a prey the Soul Clan had long set their sights on.
What does that mean? Am I a hybrid of the Soul Clan and the Medicine Clan?!
Yao Yan was silenced again, his mind racing. He felt that the other party was trying to trick a child. In response, he could only cooperate, clenching his fists. His backward steps stopped, and he stared intently at the other party, his voice seemingly suppressing something: "Why do you say my father was killed by a clansman? What evidence do you have? Also, if you were my father's teacher, why didn't you save him!"
"Your father was already an adult. Although I was his teacher, I couldn't always protect him. Moreover, this was his choice; he chose your mother and joined the Medicine Clan."
The figure's voice was faint as he continued to speak:
"As for why they wanted to kill your father, it's because your father found a Purple-Gold Spirit King Ginseng that could nourish Bloodline Power. Since you are already an Alchemist, you should be very clear about its value. Faced with it, let alone your father, who was an outsider without the Medicine Clan Bloodline, even close brothers might turn against each other."
He finished speaking with a cold sneer.
Purple-Gold Spirit King Ginseng is a Heaven And Earth Treasure capable of refining seventh or even eighth-grade Medicinal Pills. Even if consumed raw, it can gently alter one's Physique, and even transform Bloodline talent, among other things, making it incredibly precious.
"Your mother went to confront them and ultimately died because of them. I am not from the Medicine Clan, so I couldn't intervene in these matters. Moreover, this was their own choice... Everyone must be responsible for their own choices, including you and me."
"As for why you can't sense me, with your Soul Strength, what can you truly see in this world?"
I see clearer than you!
Yao Yan's mind was extremely clear at this moment. He knew that what the other party said was likely true, that his parents in this life had very likely died at the hands of their own clansmen. However, there might also be the machinations of the person before him behind this. Unfortunately, with his current small Physique, he was clearly not qualified to investigate all of this.
Why does this feel a bit like Obito's script from Naruto!
Yao Yan's young and handsome face showed a hint of anger. He gritted his teeth and pressed on, "Who are they?!"
"Are you very angry? Unfortunately, anger changes nothing. In this world, only power can determine fate. Your strength is too weak, as weak as an ant by the roadside. No one cares about your emotions. Within the vast Medicine Clan, you are even less significant, perhaps not even worth cultivating."
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, speaking unhurriedly. He was deliberately trying to draw out the resentment and hatred in Yao Yan's heart.
Any Clan has imbalances.
Not worried about scarcity, but about inequality.
Uneven distribution of resources will inevitably lead to jealousy and scheming, especially for the weak. There is never fairness in this world. To have fairness, you must have the qualifications to stand with the other party.
If you don't even have the qualifications to stand with them, what else is there to talk about?
Upon hearing this, Yao Yan's eyes widened in anger, his delicate young face slightly contorted. He clenched his fists, remaining silent, his expression sullen.
"A mere third-grade Bloodline. There are countless people like this throughout the Medicine Clan. If you have an Opportunity in the future, perhaps you can reach the Dou Ancestor realm. If your luck is worse, perhaps you will remain at the Dou King level like your father, or even die in some corner, unknown to anyone."
The middle-aged figure calmly narrated, as if stating a fact.
Because most people in this world are like this. What if you're a Genius? Only those who can grow up are Geniuses. Those who die prematurely are nothing. He had seen too many so-called Geniuses and Prodigies.
But ultimately, those who could become Dou Saints were few and far between.
Without becoming a Dou Saint, they didn't even have the qualification to be truly looked at by him.
"I want to become strong and determine my own fate. Please teach me, Master!"
Yao Yan closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He cupped his hands and bowed to the middle-aged man, speaking in a deep voice.
"I can give you a chance to become strong, but that depends on whether you have the talent."
The middle-aged figure looked at Yao Yan, his eyes flickering slightly, and spoke slowly.
He had observed Yao Yan for quite some time. Among the'seeds' he had chosen, Yao Yan was among the best. Whether it was his personality or his talent, he had value for cultivation. Rather than suppressing others with strength, he preferred to manipulate people's hearts. This feeling of having someone in the palm of his hand was very interesting, like playing a cultivation game.
"This item was originally prepared for your father, but unfortunately, your father chose the Medicine Clan."
The middle-aged man smiled faintly and slowly raised his hand. Immediately, the ethereal black flames condensed in his palm, forming a vortex. The surrounding space became distorted because of it. After a short while, a black-red blood bead, like an embryo, appeared in Yao Yan's line of sight.
It was about the size of a baby's fist, enveloped in black flames, shimmering with a dark red glow, extremely sinister.