Little Liuzi had a brief account of his origins tattooed on his back, along with the cultivation method.
"So I'm actually of the Northern Domain Barbarian Tribe, descended from the royal court?
"The struggle for the royal heir's life and death...
"The posthumous son framed and betrayed...
"The blood feud over the destruction of my tribe...
"The hardships and dangers of escaping ten thousand miles...
"The misery of surviving under an assumed name..."
Little Liuzi couldn't help clenching his fists.
Only then did he realize why his sister had refused to tell him what his tattoo meant, no matter how much he pressed her. She hadn't wanted him, so young and adrift in a foreign land, to bear a blood feud so heavy it could suffocate him!
She also hadn't wanted him to act on impulse and cultivate the Barbarian Emperor Blood Root Ritual, which demanded, "To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself," and "Once mastered, one's life ends before the age of twenty."
But now, with his sister dead and his heart set on a path of no return, Little Liuzi had instead taken a tremendous interest in the Barbarian Emperor Blood Root Ritual, which could make him stronger in no time!
Killing intent filled Little Liuzi's eyes. "I'll be the one to avenge my sister—with my own hands!
"I'll also bear the hatred for my tribe's destruction alone, as the last seedling left!
"If I'm still alive after all this...
"I'll come back and serve Big Brother Qin like an ox or a horse, spending the rest of my life repaying him!"
In the blink of an eye, dawn was breaking.
Qin Yao tore an old rag into two strips and wrapped them around Little Liuzi's ankles, reducing the damage caused by his shackles chafing