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Now I want him to be a Human Slave Human beings have directly or indirectly destroyed the world and caused countless disasters, but the most stupid thing is to create Spirit! At the end of the 21st century, Spirit caused disasters, but humans did not repent, and finally at the beginning of the 22nd century, it led to an extinction crisis. If Emperor Yi hadn't emerged from the sky, mankind would have no history to speak of. ——"Disaster Record" —————————— Regarding Lian Yun’s cynicism, contempt and disgust, Lianjiang is speechless. Lian Yun, who felt sick whenever he saw him like this, naturally left on his own. "Although your spiritual power is getting less and less, in the past three years, the Kung Fu that you have never let go of has grown by leaps and bounds. The Alliance proposed to me that you become the first-place follower of the next Alliance Tournament. This matter I have agreed, you should make some preparations!" "Pfft~~" A mouthful of bad blood instantly poured out of Lian Yun's heart and stained the clothes in front of him. He seemed to have suffered severe internal injuries. The swaying was very weak. The first place in Alliance Tournament has a very resounding name, that is, if it does not die young, it will become a Monarch in the future. If it can be followed, it seems that the rising tide will lift all boats. For those who have taken the Explosive Ascension Pill and cut off their future, it is indeed a good thing. However, following is actually equivalent to being a slave. A generation of Monarch actually wants his grandson to be someone else's slave? At this moment, Lian Yun suffered endless hurt. I have completely given up on Lian Family and my grandfather Lianjiang. Lian Yun turned around, took two or three steps out of the side door of the district, and said in a gentle tone without a trace of anger: "I Lian Yun swear that from today on, from this moment on, I will break away from Lian Family, from now on From now on, life or death has nothing to do with Lian Family! Whether Lian Family exists or dies has nothing to do with me." As soon as he said this, the area was filled with ghosts.
This was the Ghost Slave among the other members of the family, who seemed to have caught wind of some great news, as the sounds of Howling of Ghosts and Wolves were filled with a sense of cheerfulness.
However, Lianjiang was furious, his anger surging as his white hair stood on end. He roared, "Outrageous! You... how dare you..."
Yet Lianjiang did not turn back, continuing in a slightly calmer tone, "Although the current Lian Family has severed ties with the alliance, our family still possesses enough strength to survive. We are not afraid of decline. If you still wish to accept the alliance's proposal, it is merely to sacrifice me once again for the family's return to the alliance."
"The reason I remain within the clan after learning the truth is not out of greed for the family's resources and protection. My maternal family is far beyond what the Lian Family can compare to. I stay only to see if you—my grandfather—can change your ways, after all, you were once one of the people I respected most."
Hearing the word "my," Lianjiang immediately hunched over, his face pale as if he were on the brink of death. That phrase was the first and last time in three years he had been referred to in such a way, and that 'he' represented the past, someone entirely unrelated now.
Lianjiang knew that no matter what, Lian Yun would never return to the Lian Family in this lifetime and would never acknowledge him as a grandfather again.
Yet Lian Yun still did not turn back but continued softly, "Now, I don't even feel disgust towards you anymore. How can you expect me to stay within your Lian Family?"
"Thus, your betrayal counts as my repayment for the family's nurturing! If that isn't enough, then let’s add in your hatred for having killed my parents! In the future, I won't deliberately seek revenge against the Lian Family, but if anyone from the Lian Family confronts me, I won't hold back."
This was perhaps what it meant to be completely dead inside.
At that moment, Lianjiang was no longer as he had been before; his face was ashen and his expression hopeless. Yet he pleaded desperately, "If you leave the family, you will find it difficult to keep your Cloud Emperor's Order. Do you still want to leave the family? Yun'er."
In that instant, he was no longer a Monarch, nor a head of the family; he was merely an old man who loved his grandson.
However, Lian Yun, who had already lost all feelings for him, remained unmoved and could only describe his heart as completely dead.
Still, he replied lightly, "You need not worry about that; after all, I have no relationship with you anymore!"
"Blood is thicker than water..." Lianjiang blurted out.
As soon as those words left his mouth, he felt an overwhelming sense of shame wash over him.
Knowing that blood is thicker than water, how could he ever consider harming his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson? Even for the sake of the entire family, any family with a shred of dignity would rather face destruction than plot against their own flesh and blood.
Perhaps Lianjiang indeed had his own difficulties or was in a desperate situation, but regardless of the reasons, the fact that he could commit such acts was despicable, loathsome, and even contemptible.
After all, if he could betray his own kin, what else might Lianjiang be capable of if pushed to the brink?
At this moment, he felt the weight of his own shame so profoundly that he didn't need Lian Yun to refute him; he realized just how utterly disgraceful he was, let alone how others would perceive him.
Moreover, Lianjiang could not possibly be unaware that the alliance's proposal was merely a ruse to reclaim the Cloud Emperor's Order from Lian Yun. If he agreed to such a proposal, it might indicate some consideration for Lian Yun's well-being, but it was more likely driven by family interests.
However, he had not considered that if the Cloud Emperor's Order could not be retained, then Lian Yun might as well break free from the family and seek his own freedom. No matter how difficult life might be, it would still be better than living as someone else's slave!
Furthermore, after three years of hard work maintaining his strength and abilities—though they were somewhat superficial—he refused to be outdone by anyone.
Lian Yun said nothing more; he simply swayed slightly and took one step after another away from the Lian Family behind him.
At first, he wandered aimlessly through the streets of King Guang City like a walking corpse. He did not know how long it had been until a beam of yellowing sunlight pierced his eyes.
Coming back to his senses, Lian Yun realized he was standing on the edge of a tall building.
In that moment, his heart felt calm. He did not question why he was there nor did he fear whether he truly harbored thoughts of ending his life. Instead, he lowered his gaze slightly to observe the crowd and vehicles below, which appeared as tiny ants scurrying about.
He watched quietly as if drawn deeply into the ground beneath him; several times he leaned slightly forward but was caught by a gentle breeze that lifted him back.
As dusk approached its end, he suddenly thought about how bloodshed brings only sorrow—what good is it?
Understanding this brought clarity to his mind. With a knowing smile, he drew his sword and executed a set of sword techniques at the edge of the building.
The swordsmanship was unknown, a creation of his own. Yet, each movement flowed seamlessly, embodying a natural grace that resembled the essence of the Dao. Although it was unclear how effective his techniques would be in combat, just by observing Lian Yun's movements, one could sense the profound mastery of his swordplay.
Beneath the tall building, a crowd had gathered, though it was unclear when they had started to assemble.
Some people craned their necks and stood on their toes to get a better view. "Is that person possessed by a ghost? Why is he practicing swordplay in such a dangerous place?"
Others among the crowd shouted eagerly, "Jump! Jump down! If you have guts, just jump down!"
Among them were some well-dressed individuals, adorned with fine accessories, who watched with anticipation, muttering to themselves, "Fall down! Fall down! Hurry up and fall!"
However, Lian Yun disappointed all those who wished for his demise. After practicing his sword techniques several times, he found himself in a state of tranquility, naturally distancing himself from the danger zone and stepping onto the platform.
It seemed as if he had lost all conscious thought; his body moved instinctively as he repeatedly practiced the sword techniques ingrained in his mind.
For reasons unknown, despite the commotion, no one came to investigate on the platform. Thus, undisturbed, he continued his sword practice until dawn the next day.
The beginning has been extensively revised; I have read each chapter no less than ten times! I hope everyone enjoys it!!! Thank you for your support for my new book!!!
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