Published: March 8, 2025
“Seventh Lady, do you want to die? Or do you want to live?” Chu Yang smiled, looking kindly at the chief wind steward.
Feng Qiliang was already terrified, his mind in a daze and utterly confused.
Just a moment ago, everyone had rushed forward, but he was the only one who had charged halfway and then fell back.
His head was spinning.
What on earth is happening? I brought someone here, and that person has killed all my companions cleanly!
Even the sixth rank supreme has died.
Even now, Feng Qiliang still thought he was dreaming.
Heaven, if this is really a dream, let me wake up quickly. Although these people usually look down on me... after all, we are on the same side.
At the mention of "do you want to die or live," Feng Qiliang couldn't help but feel tears welling up; of course! Who would want to die as long as they could live?
Chu Yang observed his expression, understanding in his heart: It seems my guess was correct.
“Come, come, come, Seventh Lady, let’s talk.” Chu Yang pulled Feng Qiliang and walked toward a nearby house.
With a casual wave of his sword, the area turned upside down, flipping the main house and courtyard, burying all the blood and corpses beneath.
“Seventh Lady, I know you don’t like this name.” Chu Yang gestured for Feng Qiliang to sit opposite him: “And I also know that although you are from the Lan Family and have saint level fourth rank cultivation, you are not happy. Moreover, you are very lonely and very angry. I think this matter that you cannot be human by nature has brought you quite a lot of trouble, right?”
Feng Qiliang, initially shocked and pale, suddenly turned red with those words. After struggling for a while, he finally shouted angrily, “If you want to kill me, then kill me! Why do you have to make fun of someone else's disability?”
When he became the grand internal steward, everything was natural because it wasn't really him.
Now, having returned to his original identity, he found it very hard to bear such words.
“I am not making fun of you.” Chu Yang said gently: “And it’s not just you; anyone with a disability will attract the contempt of some bullies or all shallow people. Even insults.”
“You are just one of them.”
“The Lan Family, although a prestigious family, has many such people. So I can conclude that your life in the Lan Family is not comfortable.” Chu Yang said: “That’s why I didn’t kill you and instead wanted to talk to you.”
Feng Qiliang chuckled bitterly: “You know whether I’m comfortable or not…?” Though he said this, a hint of sadness involuntarily emerged in his eyes.
Chu Yang sighed: “I can imagine.”
Feng Qiliang's panic slowly settled down; as a master himself, he could sense that there was no mockery in Chu Yang's eyes or tone, which gradually calmed him down.
“Well then, before I die, it’s good to find you, the nine calamity sword master, to vent some grievances.” Feng Qiliang laughed self-deprecatingly and said: “In this world, being able to vent grievances clearly in front of the nine calamity sword master is indeed unique. I can be proud of that.”
Chu Yang smiled: “I’m listening.”
“I wasn’t born this way!” Feng Qiliang laughed bitterly: “When I was eight years old, at that time… I was the companion reader of the current patriarch. Hehe… I used to mess around sometimes… I was young and didn’t understand; once I angered him, and he castrated me. Hehe…”
“Although I was treated in time, from then on…” Feng Qiliang smiled: “I was young at that time and didn’t think much of it. But when I turned thirteen… hehe, hehe…”
“Almost everyone who saw me, especially peers, would ridicule me… This continued until I was in my twenties, and those years made me realize; if you are a man but cannot become a man, that sensation is worse than death! Especially when everyone knows you are a man but not a man… that feeling is truly… a thousand cuts could never compare to this kind of suffering.”