"It was only laughable that my elder brother never realized it. He had always done nothing but blame Father. Though he had now severed ties with our clan, which of the artifacts and cultivation arts he used had nothing to do with Father?"
Liu Zishan was somewhat surprised upon hearing this secret of the Ancient Clan Xuan Family.
"Something like that actually happened?"
"But why was the rumor this servant heard that the Xuan Clan Head had doted too much on his youngest son and neglected Young Master Aotian, causing him to cut ties with his relatives and leave home?"
"If things truly were as Young Master Ning said, then it really was the crying child who got the milk..."
Liu Zishan smiled and shook her head. After that remark, she did not ask any further questions.
Yet her careless words shattered the last line of defense in Xuan Ning's heart.
Ding! Destiny Protagonist Xuan Aotian's hatred toward his younger brother has reached its limit. Destiny Value reduced by 2,000! Congratulations, Master! You have obtained 2,000 Villain Points!
Su Chenxiao was slightly startled, then looked at Liu Zishan with a hint of approval.
Xuan Ning nearly crushed his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
All this time, he had clearly been Father's most obedient child.
But why had everything changed ever since that man arrived?
Father had given all his love to him without reservation. No matter what Xuan Aotian did, he could be forgiven.
But what about himself?
He had been a hostage for three years, living beneath the shadow of death every day. Just because he had defied Father with a single sentence, he had suffered Father's slaps and scoldings. Why?!
At that moment, not a trace of brotherly affection remained in his heart for his elder brother.
Xuan Ning stared fixedly at the wildly rebellious Xuan Aotian in the arena below.
As though he had made some decision, an unprecedented chill flashed through his eyes.
Elder Brother, you have lived your entire life beneath Father's protection, without the slightest twist or turn. Your life has been far too fortunate and smooth.
Since you want that Qualification Token so badly, then I refuse to give it to you!
Xuan Ning respectfully stepped forward and bowed to Su Chenxiao.
"Young Master."
Su Chenxiao raised a brow and asked with some confusion.
"What is it?"
Xuan Ning lowered his head and spoke in a deep voice.
"Young Master, please allow me to enter the arena."
"I want to fight Xuan Aotian to the death!"
"Please grant me permission!"
"Oh?" Su Chenxiao narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw them—the jealousy and fury blazing in Xuan Ning's gaze.
Su Chenxiao said with a smile.
"Why do you want to do this?"
Xuan Ning said, "Although Xuan Aotian is no longer a member of my Ancient Clan Xuan Family, the halo around him remains."
"As his younger brother, I want him to understand that as long as Xuan blood still flows through his veins, he will never be able to escape true hardship!"
Su Chenxiao laughed, his smile especially brilliant.
"Did you hear that, Pavilion Master Liu?"
"This young master shouldn't be the one breaking the rules of your Heavenly Revelation Arena."
Though Liu Zishan was somewhat surprised, seeing the Imperial Clan Young Master speak, she answered in a voice overflowing with charm.
"Oh, you're terrible. What do rules amount to?"
"Since it is Young Master Su's request, let alone changing the rules a little—even if Young Master Su wanted this entire arena and this servant as well, this servant would not dare refuse..."
This vixen...
Su Chenxiao said flatly.
"You heard her?"
"Since you wish to go, then go."
Xuan Ning's eyes lit up. He dropped to one knee and cupped his fists.
"Xuan Ning thanks Young Master for granting permission!"
Su Chenxiao waved a hand.
"No matter. This was your family's affair to begin with."
"However..."
At that, Su Chenxiao retrieved a round, milky blood-red pill from his system Storage Ring and sent it over with True Qi.
"This is..." Xuan Ning looked at the blood-colored pill before him in confusion.
Su Chenxiao smiled faintly.
"Your father favors your elder brother so greatly. He likely has quite a few methods he has yet to use."
"This is called a Rage Yuan Pill. It can increase your cultivation and strength for a short time. It has no side effects after use, other than leaving you weak for one day."
"In three days, you are to accompany this young master to the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground."
"Before then, this young master does not wish to see anything happen to you!"
He had obtained this pill during his recent ten-draw pull. Who would have thought it would come in handy now?
Xuan Ning was slightly stunned. He felt that Young Master Su's words were not without reason.
After all, Father had even given Xuan Aotian an unparalleled divine art like the Nameless Sword Art.
Yet he himself had nothing.
Taking the Rage Yuan Pill, Xuan Ning felt another person's concern for the first time.
He looked at Su Chenxiao with immense gratitude and said.
"Xuan Ning thanks Young Master!"
Next, Liu Zishan used Divine Sense Transmission to have an arena steward lead Xuan Ning away.
After he left, she turned to Su Chenxiao with a face full of seductive charm and said.
"Young Master, it has been arranged~"
"Mm."
"Then how does Young Master plan to reward this servant?"
"I'll reward you with a slap. Want it?"
"..."
Within the pitch-black passageway.
Xuan Aotian sat to one side, regulating his True Qi and recovering his condition as he waited for the next round of battle.
Xuan Aotian opened his eyes and looked at his burned right hand, a cold gleam flickering in his gaze.
Damn it. I never expected the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's fire to be so difficult to deal with.
Even now, he still did not understand why his Immortal Slaughtering Sword strike had gone off course.
As if sensing something, Xuan Aotian coldly asked.
"Has the next match begun?"
The Fat Deacon had appeared at some point and had been silently waiting nearby for him to recover.
"No, no, no." Seeing Xuan Aotian awaken, the Fat Deacon smiled ingratiatingly.
"No rush."
"It is simply that, Young Master Aotian, our arena has something it wishes to discuss with you."
Xuan Aotian said, "What?"
The Fat Deacon rubbed his hands and said with a beaming smile.
"According to our previous agreement, you still need four more battles to complete one hundred victories and obtain the Qualification Token to enter the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground."
"You have presumably experienced the strength of the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon that fought you earlier."
"If things continue at this pace, I am afraid it will be difficult for Young Master Aotian to complete the death matches within these three days..."
Xuan Aotian frowned.
The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's strength was indeed terrifying. If the next four battles all involved such ferocious beasts, they would truly be difficult to handle.
"So what are you trying to say?"
The Fat Deacon said, "Young Master Aotian, precisely because of this, our arena has decided to waive your remaining four death matches."
"Next, you need only complete one death match and obtain victory to receive that Qualification Token."
Xuan Aotian narrowed his eyes and looked at the smiling fatty before him, sneering.
"One match?"
"I am afraid this final match will not be so simple, will it?"
The Fat Deacon said with a beaming smile.
"You may refuse, of course. But let me reveal this much: in the next four death matches, the opponents you face will no longer be Undying Realm ferocious beasts..."
King Sealing Realm?!
This damned fatty actually dares threaten me?
Xuan Aotian's expression immediately darkened.
However, the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground was about to open, and he still needed to make preparations in advance. He did not have so much time to waste with them.
"It is merely the final battle. So what if you release a ferocious beast at the peak of the King Sealing Realm?"
"I, Xuan Aotian, accept."
"Go make the preparations now. Today, I will obtain that Qualification Token!"
Seeing Xuan Aotian agree, the Fat Deacon's eyes lit up. He cupped his fists and said.
"Sure thing!"
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