“You want to hear why I say you’re useless.”
Long Qing did not know that Chen Pipi had asked the question in order to block Ning Que’s sight. He said, “Back then, I was considered as the Divine Son of West-Hill. It seemed as if they thought well of me, but I always knew that to the old people of the West-Hill Divine Palace, the future of Haotian Taoism had been entrusted to you. Compared to you, I am nothing. And I believe that I have never existed to you.”
This statement was very true. To the deacons and priests working under the West-Hill Divine Palace Judicial Department, and to the ordinary believers in the world, Long Qing was the most dazzling person. There were so many believers of Haotian in countless Taoist temples, but not many had heard of Chen Pipi’s name.
However, in the eyes of the upper-level figures who truly understood the secrets of Haotian Taoism, only Chen Pipi was qualified to represent Haotian Taoism in the future. It was because he came from the Zhishou Abbey, and had inherited the Abbey Dean’s Taoists Law. He had been thought of as a rare genius since he was a child. He could only compare to the successors at the Academy or the Xuankong Temple. But after he became the Headmaster’s disciple, there was no reason to compare anymore.
When compared to Chen Pipi, who was born in the embrace of Haotian’s grace, Long Qing seemed too ordinary no matter how genius he was. And no matter how noble his family was, they seemed common.
Several years ago, Long Qing entered Chang’an, hoping to enter the Second floor of the Academy. Ning Que once asked Chen Pipi about him. Back then, Long Qing was well known in the world, but Chen Pipi did not care at all. The difference between the two was too great, and it was indeed hard for Long Qing to exist in Pipi’s eyes.
“You are not Ye Hongyu. I did not feel the need to watch you.” Chen Pipi said to Long Qing.
Long Qing said, “You are the rare genius of Haotian Taoism while I am just a Prince in the mortal world. Of course, you had no need to watch me. Furthermore, you are indeed the youngest person in the cultivation world to enter the Knowing Destiny State. But what I find confusing and funny, is that you have remained stagnant since then. Ye Hongyu has already surpassed you, and your cultivation state is lower than mine. You have an incredible lineage and experiences, and you are talented, yet in the end, you became a mediocre person. How can this be simply explained away by having a smart childhood but being mediocre in adulthood? This only proves that there is something wrong with you. A useless person who possesses plenty of talent is still useless.”
Chen Pipi smiled and did not say anything.
Two red patches appeared on Long Qing’s pale cheeks. He looked at Chen Pipi’s eyes and said, “I don’t understand. Even I can see that there is something wrong with your heart. Why can’t the elders in Haotian Taoism see it? Why didn’t the Abbey Dean see it? Why didn’t the Headmaster see it? Why do you still have the right to be placed in the You Prison and be taken so seriously even though you are now useless? How can someone so useless like you has the right to become an oblation at the Light Sacrifice and become the sacrifice that Haotian wants?”
Chen Pipi thought that it was indeed rather funny and he said, “The oblation at the Light Sacrifice has to be burnt to death. I don’t think this is very glorious. If you think I don’t have the right to do it, please hurry and tell the Hierarch.”
Long Qing suddenly realized that he had lost control of his emotions. He did not know why he had spoken about his true feelings after looking at Chen Pipi’s amiable expression, and his expression froze.
“Even if I’m useless, I do not wish to listen to too much crap.”
Chen Pipi looked at him and said, holding his palms out, “You must have spent a lot of effort to enter the You Prison. Is it just to vent your resentment and jealousy? I don’t remember meeting you when I was a child. If you had any psychological trauma from your childhood, I can’t be responsible for it. Just look at that woman, she has never been responsible for mine.”
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Nightfall
FantasyAuthor(s) Mao Ni,猫腻 Chang An, capital of Tang, the most powerful empire in the continent. A heaven wrecking massacre shook the city to its core. Amidst the incident, a young boy named Ning Que managed to get away, dug out from a pile of corpses alon...