Chapter 13: The Sisters Humiliated—Pay Me, and I'll Kill for You!

“So you think you’re my disciple now?” Ling Tian… He had forgotten that, though he was using that title, Luo Qingqiu had never agreed to it! Strictly speaking, his situation was no different from Luo Changsheng’s.

“So, you don’t have a single disciple? Then why bother establishing a sect?” Ling Tian asked helplessly. After all, since his arrival, he had never seen Luo Qingqiu meet anyone.

“Are you interrogating me?” Luo Qingqiu frowned, her expression becoming sharp. The majesty of the Emperor erupted instantly, though it exerted no pressure on Ling Tian.

“I’m just a little curious, that’s all,” Ling Tian replied, somewhat aggrieved. He also realized this might be a sore spot for Luo Qingqiu. If he could help her unravel this knot, perhaps… He began to form a plan.

“Never mention this again!” Seeing Ling Tian’s look, Luo Qingqiu dispersed her aura and tapped him lightly on the head.

Yet Ling Tian grew even more curious about the matter.

The next day, after finishing his morning cultivation, Ling Tian followed the route given by Luo Changsheng’s memory stone to find Xiao Ling’er. With his cultivation, his speed was much faster.

Xiao Ling’er had been assigned to another spiritual peak.

“Go ahead, scream all you want—no one’s coming to save you!” Passing by a room, Ling Tian heard these words.

“Scream till your voice breaks, scream till your voice breaks!” came a girl’s voice from inside.

Ling Tian listened to their exchange and couldn’t help but curl his lips—what a bizarre conversation.

“Damn it, you bit my arm! You wretched girl, do you even know who my father is? An inner sect elder! You’re just an outer disciple—I’m doing you a favor!” A shriek sounded, followed by the man’s curses.

“Please, let my sister go, she’s still so young…” The woman sobbed and pleaded.

Ling Tian listened more closely and finally caught another faint voice. He frowned.

He knew such things were common in the cultivation world—part of its law. Yet, for some reason, his feet wouldn’t move.

“So young? Ha! I like them tender—the feeling is so much better!” the man’s crazed voice echoed inside.

Three seconds later, a hole burst open in the wall, and a pale, battered body tumbled out. Blood stained most of her skin, her chest was mangled, her body maimed—hard to imagine these wounds were inflicted by human hands.

Inside, a man covered in black hair advanced toward a little girl in the corner.

“Help…” The woman outside sensed someone nearby, but, seeing Ling Tian was just a baby, her eyes filled with despair. She struggled to rise and stop what was happening, but was too weak, and could only crawl forward.

“Damn it, why must I witness such things?” Ling Tian sighed, feeling helpless.

“One spirit stone—just one. I’ll help you,” Ling Tian said, approaching the woman crawling desperately. He took off his tiny clothes and draped them over her to cover her, speaking calmly—he had to justify his actions.

“My storage ring—it’s in my storage ring!” The woman seemed to cling to hope, handing Ling Tian several spirit stones.

Ling Tian took only one.

“Hahaha! You? Where did you come from, brat? How are you going to help—kill me? Eh?” Their exchange reached Sun Qiang’s ears. He turned, grinned wickedly, and taunted Ling Tian, utterly arrogant.

“You know my fath—” Before he could finish, his head spun, then landed on the floor. He could even see his own torso. Before his mind could comprehend, his eyes closed forever.

“Courting death!” Ling Tian’s expression was icy, his voice cold.

The two women stared in disbelief—Ling Tian had killed with nothing but a leaf! This child’s cultivation was already so formidable?

“Big sister, are you alright?” Mei Ruoxi, ten years old, ran from the corner, clutching her sister Mei Ruyun’s tattered clothes, her face tear-streaked.

“I’m… I’m fine.” Mei Ruyun forced herself to reassure her sister.

Ling Tian, seeing this, turned to leave. But a slender hand tugged at his sleeve, trembling. Ling Tian frowned—Mei Ruoxi, half-kneeling, shrank back but stubbornly refused to let go, looking pitiful.

“If you leave, we won’t survive!” Mei Ruoxi bit her lip, voice trembling. Just as Sun Qiang had said, his father was an inner sect elder. Killing the sisters would be trivial.

“Stay by my side for now. I’ll handle this,” Ling Tian replied—not moved by Mei Ruoxi’s plea, but feeling the anger Sun Qiang’s words had stirred still hadn’t dissipated. Inner sect elder? Well, blame your son for this!

The sisters listened, joy lighting their faces. Though Mei Ruyun had lost her innocence, their safety was now assured—a bittersweet relief.

Soon, Ling Tian brought the two sisters to Xiao Ling’er’s spiritual peak. Yan Chen was there as well.

“You’re here?” Xiao Ling’er, busy enjoying a meal, looked up after a while, stuffing another bite into her mouth.

Ling Tian watched her, lips twitching. It seemed his worries had been unnecessary. She was being well cared for—if anything, she seemed to have gained weight.

“Hmph! So young, yet so brutal! What you’ve done is outrageous!” Yan Chen couldn’t help but jump out, seeking attention. Seeing the sisters with Ling Tian, he assumed they were his handiwork, or at least connected to him. He immediately tried to pin blame, seizing the opportunity.

Catching Xiao Ling’er’s gaze, Yan Chen felt smug.

“Just look at the wounds on this girl—her clothes—what grudge could justify such actions?”

“I know you’ve become arrogant since infancy, but basic morality, surely you should possess that? You…” Seeing Ling Tian remain silent, Yan Chen thought he’d struck a chord and grew even more impassioned, condemning Ling Tian’s actions. In his eyes, pride led inevitably to foolish deeds.

At eleven, Yan Chen had a competitive spirit—when his most important person was involved, retaliation was inevitable.

The two sisters behind Ling Tian listened, expressions growing stranger.

“You don’t…” They wanted to explain, but Ling Tian stopped them.

Ling Tian’s lips curled into a playful smile. He clapped his hands.

“Well said, well said! Truly righteous and passionate!”