A Haven for the Mixed-Bloods

Outside the Azure Cloud Sect, deep within the Green Maple Forest.

A slender figure was desperately fleeing.

Her name is Su Tang, she is seventeen years old, and Alien Race.

Her clothes were tattered, her hair disheveled, and her bare feet trod on withered branches and broken stones, the soles of her feet already bloody and mangled—but she dared not stop.

We can't stop.

A bloody wind approached from behind.

'He just came out to find something to eat.'

She ran while thinking, her eyes welling up with tears.

Is it really that hard to live?

The sound of a branch snapping came from behind, growing closer and closer.

Why do you have to keep chasing after me?

Why am I always the unlucky one?

'On what grounds?'

She remembered when she was seven years old.

I asked myself the same question when the villagers chased me out with stones.

I remember asking the same question when I was twelve years old, hiding in a dilapidated temple and being discovered. I had to keep running in the rain.

I've asked myself this question every time I was starving, every time my wounds festered, every time I thought I wouldn't make it through but still managed to get through it.

No one ever answers.

Behind them, a Demon Beast burst through the forest and attacked.

The Snowstripe Tiger is enormous, with a mouthful of fangs that gleam with a chilling light.

It stared at the fleeing figure ahead, its eyes filled with greed.

This strangely flavored Blood Food is about to be eaten!

He leaped into the air.

A gaping maw lunged straight at the girl's nape.

Su Tang's mind went blank.

It's over.

The thought had barely surfaced when my body hadn't even had time to tremble...

Sudden.

A crisp sword cry suddenly pierced my ears.

Clang--!

Immediately following was a loud bang, which made her eardrums ache.

The bloody storm abruptly ended.

The tiger's head was pierced by a sword, and its entire body was sent flying by the force, crashing into a boulder ten feet away.

The shockwave knocked Su Tang to the ground.

Her vision went black, and she fainted.

I don't know how much time passed.

Su Tang slowly opened her eyes.

The view is filled with dappled shadows of trees and sparse sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves.

She froze for a moment, then sat up abruptly.

Looking back.

That Demon Beast is still there.

His head was pierced by a long sword, and he was pinned to a stone, lifeless.

He died.

She stared blankly at the sword for a long time.

"Woke up?"

A voice came from above.

Su Tang suddenly looked up.

A person was standing on a branch of an ancient tree.

The withered branch was so thin that even a bird could not stand on it, yet she stood on it, motionless, like a snowflake that had fallen onto the branch.

Dressed in white as snow, with black hair like a waterfall.

Her face was covered by a light veil, revealing only her eyes.

Those eyes lowered and looked at her.

There was no scrutiny, no examination, just a simple observation.

Like a god looking down upon the Mortal World, like an outsider watching a play that has nothing to do with them.

It was Luo Lingxi.

Su Tang didn't know her.

But she knew this was no ordinary person.

"We followed that person's aura here, but we didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain."

The voice came from behind the light veil, clear and cold like shattered jade, inscrutable.

She drifted down from the withered branch.

He landed three steps away from Su Tang.

Only then did those eyes begin to truly look at her.

His gaze moved from her tattered clothes to her disheveled hair, and finally lingered for a moment on her eyes, which were slightly heterochromatic due to her mixed heritage.

Then, Su Tang saw those eyes curve slightly.

That was laughter.

"You have received the favor of my God."

Su Tang was taken aback.

"Have mercy?"

She subconsciously looked down at her own body.

When has this body, cursed by countless people as a bastard, ever been associated with the word "pity"?

I've been hearing insults since I was a child.

"Of course, it's out of pity."

"The mercy that only you, only you, can receive."

Luo Lingxi's voice remained calm, as if stating a fact that needed no refutation.

"Come with me."

"By the will of that God, I will provide you with shelter."

"And you will give everything for my God."

Su Tang's pupils trembled slightly upon hearing those four words.

A place to stay...

Does that kind of thing really exist?

From the time she was old enough to understand, she never had the concept of having a place to live.

Human Race despise her bloodline, Alien Race regard her as a traitor.

She lived in the cracks, on the run, and in every night she dared not close her eyes.

"Certainly."

Luo Lingxi answered without the slightest hesitation.

"My God is so merciful."

"Otherwise--"

She paused, her gaze falling on the Demon Beast's corpse.

"Why would I save you?"

As she spoke, Luo Lingxi's eyes were filled with a devout fervor.

In her eyes, Qin Wangchuan was no different from a god.

Su Tang didn't understand her gaze, but she understood one thing.

The one who saved him was the "God" he spoke of.

"Who are you?"

"The messenger of God."

"Would you like to come? I'll take you in."

A place to stay.

Those four words are too tempting.

Too many mixed-race individuals have perished because of this.

But many more mixed-race individuals still flock to it.

Su Tang remained silent for a long time.

Finally, she nodded.

Before leaving, Su Tang walked to the corpse of the Demon Beast.

The sword pierced through the left eye and went through the entire skull, with only the hilt protruding.

She bent down and grasped the sword hilt.

Pull hard.

With a soft "poof".

The sword was drawn.

But it was broken.

The first half of the sword was broken off by the Demon Beast's skull and buried deep underground, leaving only the second half in her hand.

Su Tang stared at the broken sword and remained silent for a moment.

Then, I held it in my arms.

Luo Lingxi just watched without urging her.

She only began to lead the way after she had tightly embraced the broken half of the sword.

Do you have any companions?

A girl's voice came from behind.

"There was before."

Luo Lingxi remained silent.

A moment later, her voice rang out again, softer than before:

"There will be more in the future."

"Many, many companions."

The moment the broken sword was placed in his arms, a karmic connection was quietly formed.

One consequence is resolved, and another cause is created.

On the other side.

Qin Wangchuan's consciousness withdrew from his Dharma Body and returned to his original form.

Before he even opened his eyes, he heard Ye Jianwei's voice:

"Young Master! How magnificent!"

Although she couldn't see, she could feel.

That overwhelming sense of oppression, that vast and chilling aura.

Qin Wangchuan turned his head upon hearing the sound.

Then, their eyes lit up.

Outside the car, overhead—a black hole hung in the sky, swallowing all the surrounding light.

In this absolute darkness, the vast Star Track are slowly unfolding, as if someone is using the stars as a brush to sketch something on the night sky.

We've arrived at the Yun Clan.

Looking down, one can vaguely see figures coming to greet them.

Surprisingly, Yun Zexuan was also there.

This person was doing well at the Academy, but was suddenly summoned by his family and made a special trip back to welcome them.

This alone is enough to show how much the Yun Clan values Divine Son Qin's visit.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze and looked back at the Star Track.

"Rumor has it that the Yun Clan sits at a crossroads of fate."

"Indeed spectacular."