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When Bei Huansheng was born, a strange scene appeared in the sky.

The scorching hot day of the sixth month caused heavy snow to fall overnight. For a whole three months, the entire city was frozen and it was extremely difficult to move forward. The snow that covered the ground was at least three Zhang tall. Because he was born with silver white hair and terrifying silver eyes under silver white eyelashes, after the first cry, he was deprived of the right to continue living by the man of his family...

Ah …" "AHH!" This was the son of an evil spirit! Kill him... Kill him!

His mother, who had just experienced the pain of childbirth, now crawled down from the bed in order to protect him and begged with tears in her eyes. After she fainted from exhaustion, the baby whose lips were so cold that dark purple could no longer cry was thrown out by the terrified midwife who was hiding in a cloth bag.

No one cared about this infant embroidered with azure and white flowers. It was quietly placed in a pile of snow for several days, until it was picked up by an old man who had just arrived.

The old man's identity was no small matter; he came from the most mysterious and tolerant family of the Four Great Clans, the family of the diviner, Wu Clan. He took in this abandoned baby who was titled as the son of a demon and treated it as his own. He treated it as his own child and raised it as equal to the rest of the Wu Clan. Because he found it under the wall of a 'North' family, and was hoping that he would abandon his hatred and live a happy life, he named the little baby 'Bei Huansheng'.

Bei Huansheng was unable to do as the old man wished.

Ever since he was young, he had known about his own background. As he grew older, he became more and more pained by his different appearance from ordinary people, and deeply hated the fact that he had a completely different surname from his own clan. Under the guidance of an old man, when he was eight years old, he awakened the innate soul power that belonged to him, which was not just five years earlier than the soul of a junior at the same age as Wu Clan. Because he did not like to interact with others, he had sealed himself completely away, and could not rest and cultivate soul power and Wu Clan divination techniques all day long. Very quickly, his strength had surpassed the entire clan and he was closing in on the Wu Clan Elder.

Bei Huansheng had always hated abandoning his own world, and hated his own existence as well. He was bloodthirsty and aggressive, and had no mercy at all. In every competition between disciples of Wu Clan, even if it was a small test, he would still beat his opponent until his spine was broken, break his internal organs, or use all sorts of cruel methods to torture his opponent until the referee couldn't bear it anymore. Cut off the tendons or skin, cut off the hands and feet or wring out the heart, and enjoy the heart-wrenching screams of his opponents, making those around them fear him and loathe him, as if that were the only way to satisfy themselves.

To him, killing was as common as playing house.

The old man found out about his twisted growth and tried several times to get him to talk about it. The last time was when he came.

The silver-haired teenager was like a vigorous green tree. With light footsteps, he instantly broke through the window sash and entered the house. He stood in front of the old man, his hair frizzled and silvery white, with a half-smile on his face. Don't think about teaching me a lesson, and don't think about changing me.

You should have known I was going to be like this. Don't forget, you were the one who personally taught me the Heaven Seeping Wu Clan.

The old man did not punish him, nor did he reveal an expression of grief. He only slowly drank a mouthful of cold tea and then calmly told him —

Child, don't believe in fate.

Bei Huansheng was startled. Old fellow, what are you saying? The existence of Wu Clan... Wasn't the purpose of divination to see through the heavens, to follow the will of the heavens?

The old man stroked his beard and chuckled. His turbid old eyes stared fixedly at the young man, as if his question was within reason.

No.

Heaven is responsible only for asking questions. We are the ones who seek answers.

To say that he was born with... These were all shackles that he had placed on himself. When transmitting and explaining the Heavenly Mystery, had he ever thought that his own fate had also become involved in history?

The old man looked at the silver-eyed youth with a face full of shock. He paused for a moment before continuing. Humans were creatures that would make a choice that ran counter even if they knew their own destinies. Be greedily vindictive infatuated around seven emotions and six desires, to die without fear, embrace self-satisfaction wandering around the world. Compared to the Demonic Beast and the immortal, humans were more ignorant, insignificant, and absurd … You and I were born into such a pathetic existence.

At that time, Bei Huansheng did not understand why the old man would say such words. Pitiful... In this world, only he was lamentable! Lonely... Suffering... Having no one to rely on... Only him! He was the only one! What right did the old fellow have to say that he was pitiful?!

Bei Huansheng was not convinced, he felt that the old man's words were making a big deal out of him, he was young and overbearing, and had long forgotten about the conversation.

After a few years, the old man's body gradually weakened. The old patriarch, who knew that he was at the end of his lifespan, made a petition and left his job to live in seclusion, while Wu Clan began to consider the election of the new patriarch. They planned to use the arena battle as their foundation and the person with the strongest winning strength as their new patriarch.

When Bei Huansheng found out, he acted completely differently from usual. From start to finish, he did not reveal himself during the entire competition, and only after three days did the victor reveal himself, did he appear in front of the first place empty-handed.

You... Ugh!

He teleported over and effortlessly strangled the first place master's neck. Ignoring the terrified eyes of the entire Wu Clan, he leisurely took off the scarlet red robe that was stained with blood from the corpse, and then tied it onto his own body. Muttering to himself, ah, it's all dirty.

The beautiful man with the dazzling silver hair lifted his silvery-white long eyelashes. His two pale eyes that looked like they could sweep a snowstorm were coldly sweeping over the crowd. He stood there like a demon looking down on all living beings. Why didn't he kneel down and kowtow to the new clan leader?

From then on, in the stormy four thousand years of history, it was the first time a young clan leader with another surname had appeared in power.

It was only after he had become Patriarch that Bei Huansheng found out about Wu Zhiya's existence.

So it turned out that the Old Patriarch had not seen anyone for so long, because he had hidden deep inside a secret cave in the Wu Clan courtyard to create Wu Zhiya.

Wu Clan specializes in yin and yang, and it can use the balanced energy of the five elements to bestow life and pass on soul power. That ice-cold 'physical body' that had lain on the jade colored stone bed for who knows how many days had sacrificed countless tribute, Soul Power User's soul power, to obtain the memories of the Patriarch that had been painstakingly working day and night to pass on to the previous generation's' containers'. Therefore, the moment that mature puppet was awakened, it would be able to travel through heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years.

From his outer appearance to his behavior, from his soul power to divination, Wu Zhiya was undoubtedly the most perfect 'container' that had been created by the Wu Clan over the years. His endurance was enough to support all the strength he had gained since the day his Wu Clan existed for four thousand years, and he also possessed the purest soul power that the Patriarch himself had placed within him. With him like this, there was no one other than a god that could match him.

Bei Huansheng hated Wu Zhiya so much.

It hadn't even been a week since he became Patriarch, and the Old Patriarch had already brought Wu Zhiya to the Wu Clan Courtyard. With a wave of his hand, he removed Bei Huansheng from the position of the new Clan Chief, and asked Wu Zhiya to become the new Clan Chief.

Wu Zhiya had a strange temperament. One day, he left the Wu Clan Garden for some unknown reason and upon returning, he brought up the idea of going to the Overlord Tower to cultivate by himself. His attitude was extremely resolute. The old patriarch could not refuse him, so he nodded his head. Wu Zhiya then abandoned the position of Wu Clan's patriarch without any hesitation and left the Wu Clan entrance.

Bei Huansheng had thought that the Old Patriarch would once again pass down the Patriarch's position to him. After all, after Wu Zhiya had left, he was the person with the strongest Wu Clan. However, as if the old man had disregarded his existence, he casually handed the position of clan leader to a Wu Clan junior who had yet to awaken his soul power.

This time, Bei Huansheng was not able to control his killing intent, he rushed into the Old Patriarch's room with his sword, and stabbed it into the old man's chest.

Bei Huansheng's fingers tensed up for an inch as the sword blade was pushed towards his heart. He slowly raised his head while trembling and the two of them looked at each other in the dead silence. The old man's bloody lips formed a smile, causing Bei Huansheng to be shocked. Then, he turned angry from embarrassment, not allowed to laugh! What's so funny!

For some reason, his voice trembled violently. "Old man …" You would rather die than acknowledge me, wouldn't you?

There was no fear in the old man's eyes, and his face remained calm and gentle. After hearing the question, the skinny old man lightly raised his hand. His hands, which were covered in old ravines, gripped the cold hand on the sword handle on his chest. Blood dripped down along the coarse cloth. What did he tell you?

'Humans are creatures that, even if they were to know of their own destinies, would make the opposite choice.

Instantly, Bei Huansheng's silver white pupils dilated several times in disbelief and his eardrums buzzed. He clearly heard the last words the old man said to himself before he breathed his last — —

When I pick you up... Through your white eyes, I know my fate today.

The old patriarch vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes losing focus. Yes, even if I were to be killed by you, I would still want you to be my child.

Rumble ~ ~ ~!

Under the clear sky, five rays of lightning fell and sliced an old thousand year old tree in the Wu Clan courtyard into two, from the top of the tree all the way to the bottom.

That day was the longest day of Bei Huansheng's life.

As he wished, he sat on the seat of Patriarch of Wu Clan, and no one would ever look down on him being someone with another surname. He thought, "It's great that no one else will be like this, throwing stones and spitting saliva at him."

He felt that he had been freed from the shadow of his childhood and was no longer an orphan excluded by his entire clan. He now had a supreme status, a 'family' that recognized him as a disciple, a 'family' that belonged to him, and everything that he had painstakingly pursued for more than twenty years.

'But why the hell am I not happy at all! ' Angele hit the wall with his fist and the dust on the wall flew into the air.

The person who would stand far away and watch him train with a smile on his face was no longer there.

The man who had been rubbing his head and explaining the Divination Technique to him was gone.

The person who had secretly delivered the lotus seed soup to him while he was hiding in the room and trying to wipe away his tears was no longer there.

Ridiculous... Ridiculous. Bei Huansheng finally understood why the old man would say that the two of us were born a pathetic existence. Words like that.

Because you love a child like me. How pathetic.

Bei Huansheng laughed at the sky, his hair in disarray as he pushed open the broken door, running around barefooted in the outer court. His posture was berserk like a devil, and no one dared to go near him.

His eyes were white and vacant, as if he had walked around the city for three months, more than twenty years ago, and they were snowing in June.