Chapter 123 When the little one cries, the whole world is wrong.
"Quick, dig out his bones! Graft them onto Yi'er!"
In the darkness, one could hear the wicked woman say these words.
Immediately afterwards, the little boy saw that his chest had been ripped open.
No matter how much he struggled and begged, it was no use.
In the end, the supreme bone that came with him and shimmered with mysterious runes was dug out of his body alive!
That kind of pain goes deep into your bones!
"ah!!!"
Suddenly, the little one snapped out of his reverie and screamed in terror.
He clutched his chest, where the wound, though long since healed, now felt as if it had split open again, causing him to writhe on the ground in pain, tears instantly blurring his vision.
"My bones, those are my bones..."
"Is that the old lady? And that young man?"
"Why, why are they doing this to me?"
At that time, the very young child found it hard to accept this fact, squatting on the ground and crying his heart out, his little body curled up into a ball.
Although Qian Renxue didn't see that scene, she guessed something from those few words, and her eyes were already red.
Seeing the little one crying, she instinctively wanted to go forward to comfort him, but was gently stopped by Liu Shen.
This is his tribulation, and he must face it himself.
After stopping Qian Renxue, Liu Shen unexpectedly shouted into the void not far away:
"Since the envoys of the Primordial Celestial Court have already arrived, why not meet them in their true forms?"
"who?!"
"The Primordial Celestial Court?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue, who was standing to the side, also turned her head sharply, looking ahead with some confusion.
On the other hand, the Willow God's willow branches twitched slightly, clearly indicating that he had already noticed the person who had come.
"Hehe, as expected, it couldn't escape the discerning eyes of the ancestral spirit."
The next second, a hearty laugh rang out, and the void not far away rippled like water.
Immediately afterwards, a handsome young Taoist boy, dressed in a blue Taoist robe and looking only twelve or thirteen years old, appeared as if he had stepped out of a painting.
With a single step, he traversed countless spaces and landed in front of the willow tree with a grin.
It is the One!
He first bowed respectfully to the Willow Goddess, a harmless smile on his face, and said:
"This junior, Dao Yi, has come here to await the decree of the Immortal Master."
"Originally, I dared not disturb the ancestral spirits as they severed their ties to the mortal world, so I hid myself nearby."
After he finished speaking, he subconsciously turned his head and saw the little one who was still sobbing beside him.
Then, the young Taoist frowned and immediately stopped smiling, saying:
"Shi Hao, born a supreme being."
"He should have shone as brightly as the sun, but he was betrayed by his own people, his closest relatives were ripped out of their bones, he was crippled, and left to fend for himself in the wilderness."
"Such actions, such consequences, if they were committed in my Primordial Immortal Court..."
At this point, the young Taoist also let out a cold laugh, his eyes revealing murderous intent:
"The entire Martial King's Mansion would have been leveled by my sword long ago!"
Hearing this, the little boy stopped crying, raised his head and looked at the older brother who had appeared outside the village with Jiang Chen with his red and swollen eyes.
Seeing this, the young Taoist priest walked up to the little boy, squatted down, and gently patted his shoulder.
"Don't cry, little one."
"No matter what, you are still a member of my Primordial Celestial Court."
"Anyone who dares to humiliate my Celestial Court disciples like this shall be executed!"
"Let's go to the Stone Kingdom!"
However, although the Taoist boy's words were domineering, they were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering the little boy's defenses.
He is still too young. Knowing so much about the dark side of things in advance is something he can't handle.
"Wow!! I'm not going! I'm not going to that place!"
The little one was shaking his head frantically, his tiny hands gripping the hem of his clothes tightly.
Those once bright and sparkling eyes were now filled with helplessness, and tears fell to the ground like pearls from a broken string, a heartbreaking sight.
"The people there want to eat me; they're digging out my bones..."
Where did Dad and Mom go?
"Do they not want me anymore? Is it because I was naughty and lost the bone that they don't want me anymore?"
"The little one is all alone, the little one is scared..."
Little Shihao's cries were so heartbreaking.
There was both resentment and fear of that home in the Stone Kingdom.
He's only 3 years old, an age when he should be nestled in his parents' arms, but he has prematurely experienced the cruelest betrayal and abandonment in the world.
Looking at the small figure huddled up on the ground, trembling, Qian Renxue felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by something.
She thought of her missing childhood and the equally cold Spirit Hall.
Overwhelmed by her empathy, two streams of tears uncontrollably slid down her exquisite face.
Then, she walked over, squatted down, and tried to hug him, but found that the little guy was resisting any approach, as if the whole world was full of malice towards him.
"child..."
Just then, the villagers who heard the commotion rushed over in a panic.
Then, the old clan chief Shi Yunfeng led Shi Linhu, Shi Feijiao, and all the men, women and aunts from the village out.
They had just heard the little one crying in the distance, and the sound of that crying broke the hearts of these men who shed blood but not tears in the wilderness.
"Child! Don't cry! Don't cry!"
Shi Yunfeng threw away his cane and knelt down with a thud.
Then, disregarding the mud on the ground, he hugged the little one tightly in his arms.
The old man's withered hands trembled as he stroked the little one's back, tears streaming down his aged, wrinkled face.
"Who says you have no family? Who says you're all alone?"
"Grandpa's here! Grandpa's your real grandpa!"
"And your Uncle Lin Hu, Uncle Fei Jiao, and everyone in the village... we are all your family!"
"Waaah, Grandpa..." The little one cried even louder after feeling that familiar hug.
He buried his head in the old man's arms and broke down in tears again.
"I'm scared..."
"That place is so cold, and there are bad people there who bully the little one..."
"Don't be afraid!"
Upon hearing this, even the old man Shi Yunfeng felt a lump in his throat, hugged him tightly, and gently comforted him:
"We're not going back to that cold, lifeless house! What's so great about it? Stone Village will always be your home!"
"As long as Grandpa has a breath left, as long as our Stone Village still exists, we will never let anyone bully you!"
"That's right! Little one!"
Er Meng's mother, the usually loudest and most shrewish woman, stepped forward with red eyes and gently wiped away the little boy's tears with her rough hands, calloused from years of hard work.
"Although your auntie is incompetent, if anyone dares to lay a finger on you, your auntie will smash their head with a big spoon!"
"Child, don't be afraid. Our Stone Village may be small, but we are united!"
"That's right! If anyone dares to bully our little one, I'll fight them to the death!"
A group of grown men from Shicun stood around, their eyes brimming with tears, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Seeing their child, whom they've grown up with, cry like this, they felt a million times more pained than if they themselves were hurt.
This heartwarming and touching scene left the young cultivator, who was used to the treacherous world of cultivation, speechless.
He let out a soft sigh, looking somewhat wistful.
"The Great Way is ruthless, but humanity is compassionate..."
Just then, Shi Linhu, as if he had thought of something, suddenly wiped away his tears and stepped forward.
The next second, this burly man knelt down heavily before the figure of Liu Shen shrouded in green mist.
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