Battle Through the Heavens: I Am the Righteous Path

"Strength of fighting, third level!"

Seeing the bright red words revealed on the stone tablet, the family examiner's eyes were filled with disdain, and he deliberately raised his voice to announce the result, which attracted a group of whispers below, and all the conversations revealed contempt and disdain.

"A waste is still a waste after all. He hasn't improved at all in all these years."

"It's a pity that she is the daughter of the clan leader. If it were me, I would have committed suicide long ago."

"I don't know why the clan leader wants to keep her in the family. It's a sheer waste of resources to keep a useless person."

Listening to the undisguised sarcasm and ridicule from the audience, Hun Ying, who was standing in front of the stone tablet, had a blank expression on his face, and his scarlet eyes showed no emotion at all. He turned around and walked away from the test bench. The examiner was unwilling to even look at this family waste any more, and shouted again.

"The next tester is Hun Yan!"

As the voice fell, there was complete silence in the room, and no one responded. The examiner frowned in dissatisfaction and shouted again.

"Where's Soul Flame?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm here!"

At this moment, a hand emerged from the crowd, and then a figure staggered to the bottom of the test bench.

He was a handsome young man, with an expression of embarrassment on his face, scratching his head sheepishly.

"Sorry, I practiced too late yesterday and accidentally fell asleep just now."

"Stop talking nonsense and come up to take the test."

The examiner snorted in annoyance and interrupted Hun Yan's explanation. Hun Yan laughed awkwardly, jumped onto the test bench and came to the stone tablet. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the stone tablet to inject his fighting spirit. Then the bright red font appeared on the stone tablet again. The examiner took a look and then said loudly.

"Hun Yan, a five-star fighter." After saying this, the examiner lowered his head and took notes on the paper, muttering, "Although his talent is mediocre, he is much better than that loser."

When Hun Yan heard the examiner's murmur, his brows furrowed slightly, then he smiled again and bowed to the examiner.

"Thank you for your help. Hun Yan will take his leave."

Then Hun Yan jumped off the test bench. The examiner looked at Hun Yan's back and frowned slightly. He did not feel comfortable because of Hun Yan's politeness. Instead, he showed some disgust.

Although he is polite and modest, and has never been heard of being at odds with anyone, he is of no use in this family. If he doesn't practice well for a day, he will just do superficial work.

Never mind. He is just a mediocre person and the family doesn’t expect him to make any contribution. Just don’t bring shame to the family like that loser.

But I heard that Hun Yan often helps Hun Ying and her daughter in their daily lives. He helps the clan leader's wife and daughter who were expelled from the clan leader's mansion. I don't know what this guy is trying to do.

The examiner thought so, then shook his head slightly, looked away, and shouted again.

"Next!"

The strength review was still in progress, and on the other side, Hun Yan, who had come down from the testing table, looked around as if he was looking for something, but in the end, his search was fruitless.

(She should have gone back.)
Hun Yan thought so and then shrugged lightly.

That’s right, if I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to stay any longer in this place full of ridicule.

"Soul, one-star Dou Wang!"

On the testing table, the examiner's voice announced the results again, causing everyone below to cheer.

"As expected of Miss Soul! The leader of the family!"

"It is said that Miss Soul has been chosen as the future successor to the clan leader!"

"Of course, this level of strength is already the strongest among his peers!"

Even Hun Yan turned around and looked at the confident Soul Spirit standing on the test bench, then glanced at the people below who were cheering and praising the Soul Spirit. This was in stark contrast to the previous scene of contempt and disdain for Soul Ying, which made Hun Yan frown and reveal his displeasure.

Praising the strong and trampling on the weak was the concept that Hun Yan had been taught since childhood in his family, and he should have been accustomed to it.

But for some reason, Hun Yan was quite disgusted by this.

Are the weak really so evil?

Then Hun Yan shook his head and threw away the thoughts in his mind.

Anyway, I am just an ordinary member of the family now and I can't change anything. It's useless to think more.

At least now, I have to do what I should do.

Hun Yan left here and returned to his home after running for more than ten minutes.

Hun Yan lived alone. His parents had died of illness some time ago. However, due to the family rule of the Hun Clan that treatment is determined based on strength, the living conditions of Hun Yan, who was of average strength, were passable. Not bad at all, and were definitely enough to provide him with enough food and clothing.

After returning home, Hun Yan rummaged through the cabinet and found a purse in the corner with several banknotes in it. This was the common currency within the Hun Clan. Usually, Hun Yan lived and ate alone, and his resources were the most basic ones from the family. Hun Yan himself had never thought of spending banknotes to buy additional resources, so he saved a lot of banknotes.

"The new medicine should be available today, hurry up and send it to Auntie."

Hun Yan took out the paper ticket and left home, heading towards a nearby herbal medicine shop. When he arrived at the door of the shop, the shop owner, who was sitting at the door to enjoy the cool air, saw Hun Yan and greeted him warmly.

"Hun Yan, you are here again."

"Well, boss, I'll give you the same medicine as before. Thank you for your help."

Hun Yan spoke very politely and handed the paper tickets he had counted in advance to the drugstore owner. The drugstore owner took it and went back to the inner room. Then, in Hun Yan's astonished eyes, he came out with the medicine pot and handed it to him.

"Boss, what is this?"

Hun Yan stared blankly at the medicine pot in his hand, while the drugstore owner chuckled softly.

"I thought you would come to buy medicine today, so I prepared it for you in advance to save you from waiting."

"Thank you very much." Hun Yan understood and bowed his head to thank the owner of the medicine shop. "I will return the medicine pot as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I have plenty of medicine bottles."

The drugstore owner smiled and raised his hand. Hun Yan nodded again, turned around and left with the medicine pot in his hand. The drugstore owner looked at his back and couldn't help sighing.

"What a good child, it's a pity that he was born into this family."

The owner of the drugstore shook his head slightly sadly, then sat down and continued to wait for customers to come.

At this time, in another thatched hut in the corner of the Soul Clan, there was not even a bed in the room. There were only some dry straw spread on the ground to barely make a bed. The room was bare, and apart from the quilt that looked a little old on the bed, there was only a small wooden barrel for fetching water in the corner.

A beautiful woman was lying on the straw bed, the former clan leader's wife, Hun Qingge. Her face was a little pale and she looked visibly weak. If it weren't for the old quilt covering her, she would have been much sicker.

Hun Ying knelt beside the bed, looking at Hun Qingge's weak face. His eyes revealed not heartache and worry, but a very complicated expression.

Knock knock knock~
At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted Hun Ying's thoughts. He turned around and looked at the door. The person outside seemed to be afraid of disturbing Hun Qingge on the bed, so the force of the knock on the door was quite small, but it could still be heard clearly in this empty thatched house.

Hun Ying stood up and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Hun Yan standing outside holding a medicine jar. Hun Ying was not surprised at all.

Ever since being kicked out of the clan leader's mansion, Hun Yan had often come to deliver daily necessities to Hun Ying. Even the quilt that Hun Qingge covered herself with was sent by Hun Yan. He recently started delivering medicine because he heard that Hun Qingge was sick. Whenever they needed to take medicine, Hun Yan would bring them the boiled medicine.

Hun Yan had even suggested that Hun Qingge move into his room. After all, it was inappropriate for a sick person to live in a thatched hut, but Hun Ying refused.

"Hun Ying, this is the medicine that has just been boiled. Give it to Aunt Qingge after she wakes up." Hun Yan handed the medicine pot to Hun Ying, and then asked worriedly, "How is Aunt Qingge's health?"

"Thanks to you, I'm recovering well."

Hun Ying responded softly, and Hun Yan smiled after hearing that.

"That's good. If you need anything, feel free to tell me. I'll do my best to help." After saying that, Hun Yan waved his hand and turned to leave. "Just leave the medicine jar there after you finish taking it. I'll come get it later."

Hun Ying, holding the medicine jar, looked at Hun Yan's back which was getting farther and farther away, and the look in his eyes became more complicated.

She once asked Hun Yan why he helped her and her daughter so much, and the only answer she got was a puzzling sentence.

[I just feel that if I don’t help you, I will be very uncomfortable. 】

Thinking of what Hun Yan said, Hun Ying's eyes flickered slightly.

Even here, he is still the same.
Hunying said this in his heart and slowly closed the door. Fetching water was something Hunying had to do every day, and he was used to it.

And today, Hunying did encounter trouble when fetching water. To be more precise, trouble found her.

"Hahaha! Hunying, if you get under my crotch today, I will leave immediately. Otherwise, forget about getting any water today."

The Great Elder's daughter, Hun Ling, stepped on the only small wooden barrel in Hun Ying's house and mocked Hun Ying wildly. Seeing this, Hun Ying did not intend to argue and was about to crawl under Hun Ling's crotch as he had done before in order to get rid of Hun Ling's intrusion.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over, staggered and fell to the ground, crushing the small wooden barrel under the soul's feet, causing the soul's face to change suddenly. The figure hurriedly got up, glanced at the broken wooden barrel on the ground, and with a panicked face, he quickly bowed his head and apologized to the soul.

"I'm so sorry Miss Hunling! I came here to get some water, and I accidentally fell!" This figure was Hun Yan. After apologizing, he saw that Hunling's face was still ugly, so he quickly handed the small wooden bucket in his hand to Hunling, "Miss Hunling, this is my wooden bucket. If you don't mind, I can compensate you. I hope you can forgive me."

Hun Ling's face turned pale as he looked at Hun Yan who was looking terrified in front of him. He had finally caught the opportunity to bully Hun Ying, but it was ruined by this kid!

"Get lost! Is this young lady in need of this wooden barrel?!"

Hun Ling kicked Hun Yan to the ground, glared at Hun Ying angrily, then turned around and strode away.

Hun Yan curled up on the ground, holding his abdomen, his face pale, beads of sweat covering his forehead, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound.

It was obvious that Hun Ling had shown mercy when he kicked him just now, otherwise Hun Yan would have died for sure.

After a long while, Hun Yancan gradually recovered, slowly sat up, turned his gaze to Hun Ying who had been watching, and showed a very forced smile.

"Sorry, I broke your barrel." Hun Yan picked up the barrel that had rolled to the side when Hun Ling kicked him and handed it to Hun Ying, "I'll give you mine as compensation."

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Hun Ying looked at Hun Yan quietly. He had just said that he would compensate Hun Ling for the wooden barrel. Now this sentence revealed that Hun Yan had known from the beginning that the wooden barrel was his.

In other words, Hun Yan came here from the very beginning with the intention of preventing himself from suffering the humiliation of being kicked in the crotch.

"Why are you here to help me?" Hun Ying looked at Hun Yan and asked, "The dignity of losers like us is useless anyway, so why bother protecting it?"

After hearing Hun Ying's words, Hun Yan showed embarrassment on his face because his thoughts were exposed, and then smiled awkwardly.

"That being said, I think dignity is something that should be maintained as much as possible."

When Hun Ying heard Hun Yan's answer, a light flashed in his eyes and he continued to ask.

"why?"

"Uh, how do you feel?"

Hun Yan gave such an ambiguous answer with a blank look in his eyes. Hun Ying couldn't help laughing when he saw Hun Yan's silly expression, but it only took a moment for him to return to his indifferent look.

Afterwards, Hun Ying looked at Hun Yan with extremely serious eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Hun Yan, if I am wronged one day in the future, will you stand up and speak for me?"

"Ah? Who would wrong you?"

Hun Yan was slightly stunned, and Hun Ying spoke again.

"Don't care who wronged me, just tell me, will you stand up?"

"Well, maybe not." Hun Yan crossed his arms and lowered his head to think for a while, then answered with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "After all, helping you so far is within my tolerance range. If I have to sacrifice my life to help you, I probably won't do it."

"Is it."

Hun Ying responded in a deep voice, but his eyes did not show any gloom, but rather a gentle look.

She understood the man in front of her.

This man seems to be consistent in what he says, but in fact he says one thing and does another quite a lot of times.

"According to the clan leader's oral instructions, Hun Qingge and her daughter secretly communicated with the enemy clan out of hatred and attempted to sneak into the forbidden area of ​​the Hun clan to steal the secret book. The clan leader has personally beheaded Hun Qingge and ordered us to capture Hun Ying!"

On the street, a Soul Clan Saint Guard read out loudly to all the gathered people, while in front of him, the Soul Hero who was restrained by the Soul Clan Saint Guards howled in defense.

"I didn't! My mother didn't betray the clan! We never sneaked into the forbidden area!"

No matter how Hun Ying explained, the Holy Guards of the Hun Clan remained unmoved. The surrounding Hun Clan members also knew that this was an absolute frame-up. Regardless of whether they were secretly communicating with the enemy clan, if Hun Qingge and her daughter could really sneak into the forbidden area, then there would be no need for the forbidden area to exist.

However, even though everyone knew that this was a frame-up and an injustice, no one stood up to redress Hunying's grievances.

In other words, no one should have stood up.

"take away!"

Just as the Soul Clan Holy Guard gave the order, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Master Saint Guard, wait a minute! Hun Yanxin has some questions, I hope you can help me solve them!"

Hun Yan squeezed out of the crowd amid everyone's astonished gazes, clasped his hands together and saluted the Holy Guards of the Hun Clan, and asked in a serious voice.

"Master Saint Guard, you just said that Hun Qingge and her daughter secretly harmed the enemy. Let's put that aside for now, but what you said later about Hun Qingge and her daughter sneaking into the forbidden area to steal the secret book, isn't that too absurd?" Hun Yan's face was solemn and his words were firm. "Hun Ying is only a third-level fighting force, and Hun Qingge has been bedridden for many years. This is something everyone knows. Now you say that the two of them sneaked into the forbidden area. It sounds too absurd to Hun Yan!"

The other Soul Clan members were stunned. They never expected that Hun Yan, an ordinary member of the family, would dare to question them in person. The Soul Clan Saint Guard had anger in his eyes and pointed at Hun Yan and shouted angrily.

"How dare you! This is the clan leader's order! Are you questioning the clan leader?!"

The Soul Clan's Holy Guards directly brought up the clan leader's name, causing the people around him to change their expressions.

Generally speaking, saying this is equivalent to issuing an ultimatum. If you continue to question them without knowing the tact, don't blame them for being ruthless!

Hun Yan naturally understood, so after the Hun Clan Holy Guard said this, his body trembled instinctively and he lowered his head. Everyone saw his slightly trembling arms.

Anyone could see that Hun Yan wanted to retreat, and he must have stood up just now on impulse.

If you retreat now, you can still save your life.

However, to everyone's surprise, Hun Yan gritted his teeth, raised his head again and faced the angry Hun Clan Holy Guard.

"Yes! Hun Yan is questioning the clan leader! I personally think this is extremely unreasonable!"

"Unreasonable?" The Soul Clan Saint Guard was completely enraged by Soul Flame. "I'll show you what is reasonable!"

puff!

The Soul Clan's Holy Guard simply waved his hand, and one of Hun Yan's arms suddenly broke and fell to the ground. Hun Yan couldn't help but let out a scream, and fell to one knee on the ground.

"Humph!"

The Soul Clan's Holy Guard snorted coldly and called on his men to take Hun Ying away, without any intention of killing Hun Yan directly.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye would know that this was an injustice. It was true that Hun Yan was confused and questioned the matter, but it would not look good to kill the clan leader directly, so cutting off an arm would be enough to teach him a lesson.

However, just as they turned around and before they could even lift a foot, they heard Hun Yan's very weak voice.

"Wait." Hun Yan's face was pale, and his body was twitching due to the severe pain, but the determination in his eyes did not diminish at all, but became stronger. "Master Saint Guard, you haven't given me a reasonable explanation yet."

"Master Saint Guard, your logic, and even that of the clan leader, may be that strength is supreme, and whatever the strong say is right, and you can wrongly accuse people as you wish."

"But Hun Yan doesn't agree with this!"

Hun Yan stood up shakily, staring closely at the extremely dark face of the Hun Clan Holy Guard.

As the clan leader's personal guards, who dares to stop the Soul Clan's Holy Guards from performing their duties? !
"Don't admit it? Then go down and admit it!"

The Soul Clan Holy Guard glared, and Hun Yan's body exploded with a loud bang, blood splattered, and even the corpse could not be found. There was only a pool of blood to prove that Hun Yan had ever existed.

At this moment, Hunying, who saw this scene, slowly closed his eyes and asked softly in his heart.

[Why do you want to stand up? You are obviously not strong enough. ]

[If you can't tell right from wrong just because you're weak, and you don't say a word when faced with injustice, then what's the difference between you and a mob! 】(End of this chapter)