Cruelty

"...She's a Half-Demon, isn't she?" Xia Ying said hoarsely.

The middle-aged Mysterious Physician nodded. "The one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. A Half-Demon is destined to cross this hurdle; no one is an exception." Even that Divine Venerable atop Yonglu Mountain was no different.

A so-called Half-Demon was the offspring of a human and a Demon Cultivator.

Yet in truth, the chances of a Half-Demon being born were very low—so low they could be called minuscule. Generally speaking, Demon Cultivators were blessed by heaven, their bloodlines pure. Even when they joined with Human Cultivators, first, bearing children was difficult; second, demon blood was far more domineering than human blood. Unless the human who joined with the Demon Cultivator had some special bloodline among their ancestors, it was generally more likely for a demon to be born.

Of course, if a powerful Human Cultivator joined with a weak Demon Cultivator, there was a high chance of producing a pure human child.

A Half-Demon, however, possessed half the bloodline of the Demon Race and half that of the Human Race. The two were evenly matched, neither superior to the other. That was precisely why Half-Demons carried no demon aura at all. Before they truly made their "species" choice, they would not emit any demon aura, and would grow up just like ordinary people.

"But her situation is very wrong."

Xia Ying asked urgently, "What is it?"

"Normally, a Half-Demon's degeneration would never happen this quickly. She must have been interfered with by human hands. Let me examine her pulse carefully." Spiritual physicians used spiritual power to examine pulses. The little girl's aura was a tangled mess; he probed for a long time, yet found no abnormalities.

But as an old Mysterious Physician who had practiced medicine