Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 35 Crazy

By the Hualian Lake, behind the Jing family mountain.

The 30-year-old eldest son of the Jing family, Jing Wang, sits alone in front of the grave in the night.

He grabbed a handful of paper money and stared at the words "Jing Che" on the tombstone for a long time.

Next to the tombstone of his fifth brother Jing Che is the tombstone of his fourth brother Jing Xuan.

Jing Wang silently sprinkled paper money into the brazier, as if he saw the voices and smiles of his former brothers in the suddenly leaping flames.

"Brother, the six of us brothers will definitely be able to walk out of Hualian Lake and see how big the world is!"

"Brother, we had an adventure outside. Look what this is?"

"When father is gone, eldest brother is our father..."

The cries coming from his memories made him subconsciously reach his hand in. Then he was suddenly awakened by the burning pain. He stared blankly at the gradually weakening fire, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Of the six sons of the Jing family, only four remain in just one year."

The fifth brother, Jing Che, was killed while training with the sixth brother, Jing Chan, in Jiuchong Mountain; the fourth brother, Jing Xuan, ambushed Chen Jing of the Chen family together with other family members some time ago, and was killed by his flying sword.

But is it really so?

Jing Wang's back was hunched, and he didn't look like a young man at all.

Footsteps sounded slowly from behind.

"Brother, you called me over?" The man who came was Jing Chan, the sixth son of the Jing family. He came closer and suddenly his eyes turned red. He sobbed and grabbed paper money and put it into the brazier, saying, "Fourth brother and fifth brother died tragically. Brother, you must avenge them!"

"hatred?"

The eldest brother's hoarse voice rang out, "You killed the fifth and fourth brothers, haven't you already taken your revenge?"

Jing Chan's hand trembled suddenly, knocking over the brazier. The burning paper money reflected in his horrified eyes. He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, his throat rolling, "Brother?"

"You and Lao Wu found a spirit in Hualian Lake, and used it as bait to ambush and kill the wandering cultivators who were training in Jiuchong Mountain. Lao Wu never thought that you would kill him as well.

A few days ago, all the major families attacked the Chen family together. The fourth brother should not have been among those who dealt with Chen Jing that day, but he died in that battle. The fourth brother could not have imagined that his sixth brother would push him into the fire pit. "

Jing Wang slowly stood up, his voice filled with suppressed pain, and walked over on burning paper money, like a ghost demanding his life.

The flying sword suddenly stopped between Jingchan's eyebrows.

His eyes were red, and he growled with gritted teeth, "Jingchan, tell me, what is the grudge between you and your fifth and fourth brothers? What is the grudge? Why do you have to kill each other and burn your own flesh and blood!!!"

"Oh, then go ahead and do it!"

Jing Chan took a step back, and then his eyes became sharp. Not only was he not afraid, but instead he faced the sharpness of the flying sword and stared straight at Jing Wang.

"I just don't want to die. I don't want to die miserably like my mother. Do you think I don't know? The five of you and I are not born from the same mother. My mother was not Wang, but a maid, a ridiculous maid who died at the hands of my father!"

Ding.

The flying sword fell, and Jing Wang opened his eyes wide, "You, how did you ..."

"Why bother asking? I killed my fourth and fifth brothers, and I thought I did it perfectly. Can't you find out about it? If that's the case, is it difficult for me to know what happened back then?" Jing Chan sneered sarcastically.

"Back then..." Jing Wang was distraught, closed his eyes in pain, and said, "It was my eldest brother's fault. I couldn't stop father. I, I."

He wanted to explain, but felt powerless. "Brother, you don't have to explain, I understand." Jing Chan's voice was calm, and under the boy's face, there was a thoroughness that did not match his age. "If the family wants to be passed down for a long time, it is necessary to set up rules. Everything must be clearly divided, and what should be taken should be taken, and what should be seen should be seen. The hierarchy is strict and the rules are as hard as iron.

The mistake was that I was born with visions and was born a saint; but according to the rules of my tribe, I should be a slave.

One must be a direct descendant to practice this, but how can I really just leave my natural talent as a saint aside?

But if my mother were to be made the legitimate wife, the direct line of the Jing family would sooner or later lose power, which would present endless hidden dangers.

In that case, I am also a direct descendant, isn’t that good enough?

So my biological mother died, and then I had the same mother as you. Even because of me, my fifth brother, and my fourth brother, who originally could not practice cultivation, were given the qualification to practice cultivation so that I could practice cultivation in name only.

Outsiders all laugh at our Jing family. Our family is not big, but we have many practitioners. Sooner or later, something will happen...

But who knows the inside story?"

After listening to Jingchan's words.

Jing Wang's body swayed, and he said bitterly and weakly: "You already know everything. Yes, my father, the direct lineage, did make mistakes first, but at most he let down your biological mother. I have a clear conscience towards you."

Jingchan lowered his head, a trace of wood grain appeared on his palm, and he murmured in a low voice: "I could understand people's words when I opened my eyes. I was less than one year old, and I understood the ways of the world. When my mother died, I lay beside her, clapping and laughing. My father thought I was too young to understand, but he never expected that I was only one year old and understood everything."

Jing Wang: "A natural born saint is actually such a... monster."

“Haha.” The wood grain on Jing Chan’s palm had already spread to his whole body. He sneered and said, “Since then, I understand that in this Jing family, the family rules are like cages and the family members are like tigers. The world is also like this. There are cages and tigers everywhere…

Big brother, you understand, I have no hatred or grudge against you, it's just because... Fourth and Fifth Brothers have affected my ability to become stronger. If they die, the resources will fall on me. I want to become stronger. I don't want to be like my mother, imprisoned in prison and killed by tigers. "

Jing Wang stared at him blankly and said, "After more than ten years of living together, there is not a trace of brotherhood left in your heart?"

"..."

Jing Chan looked at his elder brother with a complicated expression. His body slowly rose and transformed, gradually turning into a giant tree, emitting terrifying spiritual power fluctuations.

puff.

The branches that suddenly appeared pierced through Jingwang's limbs and hung him in mid-air.

"Sixth brother..." Jing Wang did not fight back. He stared at Jing Chan intently, vomiting blood but still holding on to speak, "It was big brother, cough, useless... If I could have protected your mother back then, if I could have dissuaded your father back then, it was all big brother's fault... Don't make the same mistake again..."

Jing Chan stared blankly at Jing Wang who had lost his breath. The other's eyes were full of sorrow, and the pain of his body being cruelly pierced did not seem to be as great as the pain in the depths of his soul.

It seemed as if something had been planted in his heart, but it was unable to sprout from the twisted soil.

At this time.

There was a loud shout from the distance.

"Where? What? Mutated tree man?! Retreat quickly!!!"

The nearby Jing family noticed something strange.

They did not realize that this powerful giant tree man was Jing Chan, and they only began to retreat as soon as they confirmed the existence of the tree man.

Jing Chan came back to his senses from his confusion, and looking at the Jing family members who were fleeing in a hurry, his eyes returned to being cold again.

(End of this chapter)