Chapter 18: The Mystery of One's Origin

"I didn't deal with it because it was Shi Qianshan's skill. And you two are just too stupid! There's no point in talking about it." Meng Chaoran said indifferently, "Cunning and deceitful, honey-tongued and treacherous, although despicable and low, it is still a skill. And it is a necessary condition for success in the world. Shi Qianshan just wasn't secretive enough, and you discovered him."

Pausing for a moment, Meng Chaoran continued, "Shi Qianshan is still not hypocritical enough."

Chu Yang walked silently behind him for a while before softly saying, "I understand."

Meng Chaoran didn't turn his head, but slowly took a step, his tone still indifferent, "If you hadn't discovered it, I would have continued to indulge Shi Qianshan until he no longer needed my indulgence. Although there are only three of you as my disciples, this is still a world! Life and death are your own affairs, your own choices!"

When he said, "Life and death are your own choices, your own affairs," Meng Chaoran's face didn't change, but his voice suddenly became heavy.

These words seemed heartless, but Chu Yang sighed deeply. The master is just a guide; the future path must be walked by oneself. Meng Chaoran's current inaction, though seemingly heartless, is actually letting the disciples experience the world. Even if it's a bit late, it's still earlier than other disciples.

Moreover, this is one's own realization, which is completely different from what others teach! Although it is cruel, such cruelty is something that will eventually be experienced. The earlier, the better, for it increases the chances of survival!

This is what Chu Yang gradually realized after his sect was destroyed in his previous life!

"If you two continue to be so stupid, you will eventually die at the hands of others in the future. Then, I won't have high hopes for you. Don't blame me for being heartless; our Tianwailou needs strong people, not fools."

"Shi Qianshan is cunning and ruthless, not a good person." Meng Chaoran finally stopped, and Chu Yang realized they were already on the back mountain cliff. Meng Chaoran said, "But Shi Qianshan can get things done. He has good potential. So I indulged him, putting pressure on you. Before this, you were very mediocre, too mediocre, too simple, and your achievements were small, but your chances of survival were greater. Even if you were bullied, you would still survive."

"I want my disciples to survive, and I won't care which path you take." Meng Chaoran said, "Everything is predestined by heaven; if you hadn't suddenly become enlightened, I wouldn't have said anything to you. I may not be a good master, but since the first time Shi Qianshan deceived you and you didn't notice and even thanked him, I decided your life's path for you."

He turned his head, his eyes deeply looking into Chu Yang's, "Until that day, you started to test me."

"I understand." Meng Chaoran's words were indifferent and heartless, but Chu Yang felt grateful. If he and Tan Tan had continued to be so ignorant, Meng Chaoran revealing Shi Qianshan's true nature would have made their lives even harder.

"These past few days, although I announced seclusion, I have been secretly watching you." Meng Chaoran sighed and smiled, "I found that I had misjudged you again. You, Chu Yang, have greatly exceeded my expectations, so I started to change my mind."

Chu Yang felt embarrassed.

It wasn't that he had made his master misjudge him; in his previous life, he had indeed been that stupid...

But the master said "misjudged again," which seemed to have deep meaning. Had he misjudged someone else before?...

"However, your character needs to change." Meng Chaoran seemed to think for a moment and said solemnly, "In the world, fights are inevitable. But your words today show too much killing intent. Now that you know to strive, your future achievements may not be less than mine. That's why I'm worried... If one day you find your biological parents who abandoned you... That's why I'm talking to you today."

"Ha ha..." Chu Yang laughed coldly, his eyes flashing with intense hatred. This was his greatest heart demon in both lives!

Chu Yang was an orphan, or rather, an abandoned child! When Meng Chaoran found him, he was still in swaddling clothes, left at the door of a dilapidated temple in the middle of winter.

Since he learned about this, his anger could not be contained! You gave birth to me, why did you abandon me? Even if you had left me in a common family, I could have survived. But you left me at the door of a dilapidated temple on a snowy night!

Even if you had left me inside the temple, I would have had a better chance of survival!

Clearly, you wanted me to die, but you couldn't bring yourself to kill your own newborn child, so you chose to deceive yourself. But for a child under one year old... if not for a kind person, I would have died!

How can there be such heartless parents in the world!

Seeing the deep hatred on Chu Yang's face, Meng Chaoran sighed deeply, "I advise you to remember three things: First, without them, you still survived. Second, everything has a cause and effect; there are no parents who don't love their children! Third, the natural order of things; your life was given to you by your parents."

"Master's teachings are correct," Chu Yang said calmly.

Meng Chaoran sighed inwardly, knowing that Chu Yang's words were insincere. This heart knot probably couldn't be untied. Saying "Master's teachings are correct" instead of "Disciple will remember" shows the difference.

It's no wonder; among the eight hundred disciples of Tianwailou, there are many orphans, but most are because their parents are dead. Only two were truly abandoned by their parents: Chu Yang and Tan Tan.

The feeling of being abandoned, especially by one's own parents, is indescribably bleak. As one grows older and sees the world, the anger becomes even more intense.

Especially for someone with a strong sense of self-respect like Chu Yang!

Chu Yang's reclusive personality formed after he learned about his origins. Since then, he has been silent and taciturn, and over time, he has become the person he is now.

His hatred has accumulated for sixteen years!

Meng Chaoran sighed, looking at his disciple with pity. Under Chu Yang's calm face, Meng Chaoran could sense the surging sorrow and anger. If it were to be ignited, it might even consume him!

Meng Chaoran knew that Chu Yang's anger had accumulated for sixteen years, but he couldn't imagine that it had far exceeded sixteen years! This was the accumulation of two lifetimes of resentment...

"You know all the techniques of our sect. You are proficient in boxing, kicking, swords, and knives. Except for the core techniques of Tianwailou, you have mastered everything." Meng Chaoran said softly, "From now on, it's up to you. The remaining core techniques of Tianwailou can only be taught to the top ten disciples. Everything depends on you."

"Yes," Chu Yang nodded.

They were standing at the peak of the mountain. At this moment, the east brightened, and the sun suddenly leaped out from the horizon.

Meng Chaoran's eyes, tightly focused on the east, seemed to be painted with countless brilliant rays of light, emitting an inexplicable brilliance. Slowly, they condensed into a dazzling beam!

The sky was bright!

Chu Yang suddenly felt that Master Meng Chaoran's back was so desolate and lonely!

The newly risen sun cast a long shadow of Meng Chaoran, stretching across the mountain forest.

After a long time, Meng Chaoran said in a low voice, "Chu Yang, you were the first child I picked up. When I held you in my arms on that snowy night, I knew a human tragedy was about to unfold. At that time, I thought... I would abandon you! I didn't want to be involved in this cause and effect..."

Chu Yang's body trembled, and he suddenly looked up, his lips moving but saying nothing.

"But something changed my mind." Meng Chaoran, with his back to Chu Yang, extended his hand, gradually opening his fist. Inside was a small jade pendant, no bigger than a pinky finger.

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