Chapter 139 - 4.4 Shan Duoyin
[Banzai, your ass.] Lu Yizhou pinched his brows in exasperation. Okay, so he was supposed to die today under the vicious hand of the Black Demon but for some reason, he didn’t die and the so-called Black Demon fell unconscious in his arms instead? Well, that was...fine. Lu Yizhou had found out that the world’s plot had always been inconsistent depending on the action he took. He only had to find out the reason behind this change. [And then, what happens after I die?]
[666: You mean, after Jingxue-Jun dies...]
The entire world was plunged into chaos. Not only the cultivation world, but also the mundane world. Monsters popped up everywhere, leaving death and purgatory on their wake. Lingyan Sect was mourning the death of one of their brightest pupils and in exchange, vowed to hunt Heimo down and they wouldn’t stop until they had his head hung on the tree branch of Jingxue-Jun’s tomb! The small fights escalated into full blown war and they fought with the sole purpose to kill!
Lingyan Sect was gradually joined by many small cultivation sects throughout the world but ultimately, they were still at a disadvantage. They cared too much about their pristine image when the Demonic Sect had no qualm to play dirty! The balance tilted and more and more cultivators lost their lives due to this war.
At the time of Jingxue-Jun’s death, the male protagonist, Shan Duoyin, was already an inner disciple in Linyan Sect.
Like every other hero, Shan Duoyin started from the bottom rung of the society. He was born from a maidservant of a middle rank family that didn’t practice cultivation. It was an open secret that his father was the Master of the family but who cares? That despicable man didn’t even want to acknowledge Shan Duoyin and his mother. Shan Duoyin was born from a servant, thus his status was fated to be a servant.
"It’s okay, Little Duoduo." His mother always said. Her calloused hands caressed his hair gently. "We will be okay with just the two of us. Mother would always be with Duoduo."
From a tender age, he was often bullied, starved and beaten by the Young Masters and Young Missus. He bore it all, Shan Duoyin had always been a strong and resilient boy. And everytime he returned to the shabby storage room where he lived with his mother, he always lied and said that he played too excitedly, causing him to fall and roll on the ground often. Shan Duoyin guessed that Mother knew the truth because he had coincidentally woke up when she muffled her cries in the middle of the night, whispering her apology to him over and over again.
Why, why sorry? It wasn’t her fault, no? It wasn’t her fault that she was defiled by the Master, it wasn’t her fault that she got pregnant, it wasn’t her fault that she insisted on giving birth even when everyone told her it was better to just abort the pregnancy. It was never her fault. She was the innocent party from the beginning.