At Ouyang's furious shout, a boy in fitted black clothes walked out of the room, cradling a sword.
The boy wore black from head to toe, and a murderous sword intent enveloped him. A single glance was enough to fill anyone with dread.
He held a three-foot sword tightly against his chest. His breathing was still a little erratic, but it had begun to steady.
The boy let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and nodded at Ouyang, stiffly uttering a single word: "Okay!"
Ouyang looked in exasperation at the boy who had blown his roof off. This was his second junior brother, Leng Qingsong, also the person on this entire peak who gave him the biggest headaches.
Name: Leng Qingsong (child of the plane) Cultivation: Core Formation, seventh level Root bone: 10+1 Charm: 10 Luck: 10 Sword aptitude: 10+1 Exclusive skill: I Am the Sword! Evaluation: A child of the plane with a tiny bit of social anxiety. Heaven's ordained protagonist!
Every time Ouyang saw Leng Qingsong's status panel, he could not help cursing. Damn it, being born blessed really did make all the difference!
Some people were born in Rome, while others were born to toil like oxen and horses!
Comparing yourself to others really could make you die of anger!
Still, this was the kid I raised with my own two hands!
The scenes from those years remained vivid before Ouyang's eyes.
After obtaining his system, he had met Leng Qingsong, an orphan. The moment he saw Leng Qingsong's stats, Ouyang made up his mind: he was adopting this orphan!
Getting on good terms with the child of the plane early was the very foundation of survival!
At five years old, he had wandered from place to place with three-year-old Leng Qingsong.
That lasted until they met his master, Hu Yun, who had cried and begged to take the two of them as disciples.
He recalled how his master had begged him:
In a field, five-year-old Ouyang and three-year-old Leng Qingsong were wolfing down sweet potatoes stolen from the soil.
A Daoist priest with an immortal's bearing descended from the sky and landed before them.
"Young friend, fate has brought us together. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
That priest was his present master, Hu Yun. Yet when Ouyang saw Hu Yun descend from the sky, his instinctive choice was to refuse.
After all, I've awakened a system, and the kid I'm raising is the child of the plane. Does every stray cat and dog think they can become my master?
Hu Yun had not expected Ouyang to refuse outright either. After Ouyang rejected him, Leng Qingsong instinctively hid behind Ouyang and watched Hu An warily.
"Please, I'm begging you. Let your little brother become my disciple!" Hu Yun said earnestly to Ouyang.
"Daoist priest, what about me?" five-year-old Ouyang asked hopefully.
"I can guarantee you'll become a wealthy man!" Hu Yun promised, thumping his chest.
"I want to cultivate too!" Ouyang immediately refused.
"Compared with your little brother, you'd be better off becoming a wealthy man!" Hu Yun said somewhat reluctantly.
"If you won't take my elder brother, I won't go either!" Behind him, Leng Qingsong spoke such a long sentence for the first time.
It had been early autumn, when all things were ripening. Hu Yun took him and Leng Qingsong as disciples, and they officially embarked on the path of cultivation.
Only then did Hu Yun bring the two of them back to the Azure Cloud Sect, where they had remained ever since.
And when he and Leng Qingsong arrived at the Azure Cloud Sect, even the sect master was alerted.
Naturally, it was his little brother who had drawn the sect master's attention. He was the protagonist, after all. His astonishing, almost celestial aptitude made even the sect master unable to resist wanting Leng Qingsong as his disciple.
But because of Ouyang, Leng Qingsong still refused the sect master's invitation.
"Wherever my elder brother is, that's where I'll be!" Hiding behind Ouyang, Leng Qingsong spoke such a long sentence for the second time.
That's my kid, all right. He really does care about me!
Ouyang looked at his socially anxious little brother with heartfelt pride.
"An uncut jade buried in dust! An uncut jade buried in dust!" The rejected sect master left the little peak dejectedly, prompting their master to burst into smug laughter.
By the time Ouyang came back to his senses, Leng Qingsong was already sitting at the table with his sword. Having gone three days without food, he immediately began wolfing down his meal.
The sword intent surrounding him had not yet fully withdrawn, and murderous Sword Qi reverberated throughout the little courtyard.
At the other end of the table, Hu Tutu's tiny body was already shaking like grain in a sieve. The pressure Leng Qingsong exerted on her was simply too overwhelming!
Her third senior brother earlier had given her the unsettling feeling that she might die at any moment, but this person before her could slaughter her with a casual flick of his hand!
Grandpa, is the human world really this dangerous? I'm afraid your Tutu won't make it back alive!
Hu Tutu wailed inwardly.
Meanwhile, Bai Feiyu watched Leng Qingsong at the table with a grave expression. A boy barely in his teens was actually putting this much pressure on him!
What incredible talent! It looks like I'll have to work even harder at cultivating!
Otherwise, wouldn't my reincarnation as an Ancient Sword Immortal be a complete joke?
Leng Qingsong, however, was entirely unaware of either person's thoughts. His eyes lit up when he spotted the Three-Eyed Plume Chicken on the table, and he reached for it.
Ouyang rapped his chopsticks against Leng Qingsong's hand as it reached for the last drumstick. Frowning, he said, "Did you wash your hands before sitting down to eat?"
Leng Qingsong withdrew his hand and obediently went to wash it.
When Leng Qingsong returned, Ouyang looked at Hu Tutu, who was still shaking like grain in a sieve, and gently reassured her, "This is your second senior brother, Leng Qingsong. He's also my little brother. He might look fierce, but he's actually surprisingly gentle!"
Ouyang was telling the truth. Although this little brother he had taken in gave off a cold air that warned strangers to keep away, Ouyang had lived with him for so many years that he knew the boy merely had a little social anxiety.
Hu Tutu forced a smile to show she understood.
After hearing Ouyang's introduction, Leng Qingsong looked at Hu Tutu in surprise and uttered a single word: "Fox!"
"What do you mean, burnt? It's stewed just right. Hurry up and eat!" Ouyang picked up the drumstick and stuffed it into Leng Qingsong's mouth, stopping him from speaking.
Once the meal was over, they returned to their respective rooms, each occupied with their own thoughts.
Only Ouyang's noisy protests at Leng Qingsong remained: "Get out! Don't bring your bedding over here. Find somewhere else to sleep. Don't cram yourself into my room!"
Hu Tutu lay down on her own bed with a profound sense of relief. Everything that had happened today had gone far beyond anything she had mentally prepared herself for.
Just what kind of place have I come to?
Hu Tutu recalled her grandfather's earnest words before she left: "Child, you possess an innate Dao body. Others will certainly be unable to see your true form, so you must never tell anyone your identity. Otherwise, you could bring death upon yourself!"
I mustn't tell even my senior brothers that I'm a spirit fox!
Hu Tutu's delicate little face scrunched up like a bitter melon. She had come to the Azure Cloud Sect with something important to accomplish, yet after just one day here, she had already felt the oppressive might of the human race.
If even some random little peak is brimming with talents like these, then the Azure Cloud Sect-and indeed, the entire human race-is simply beyond anything the demon race can contend with!
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