Inside the dim prison cell, a dazzling light suddenly shone in from outside, forcing Lin Tianyang to instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.
Through the gaps between his fingers, he saw a figure slowly walking toward him within the light.
Though he could not see the face clearly, that silhouette was one he would recognize even if it turned to ashes. The person who had come was that filthy bastard who framed him—Lu Wuchen.
“Yang’er, my dear good son, it’s been several days. Have you suffered in the Cold Prison?”
Standing before the cell, Lu Wuchen looked at Lin Tianyang, who was staring at him intensely, and smiled faintly.
Your Kun was cut off and your cultivation crippled. Let’s see how you, the Chosen One of Destiny, plan to turn the tide now.
However, when he looked again at Lin Tianyang’s attribute panel, his brows furrowed.
[Name: Lin Tianyang]
[Identity: Outer Sect Disciple of Primordial Dao Holy Land]
[Hidden Identity: Chosen One of Destiny]
[Cultivation: 1st stage Body Tempering Realm]
[Destiny Item: Mysterious Jade Purification Bottle]
[Technique: Kunflower Scripture]
[Destiny Value: Three and a half stars (10)]
(Currently gradually recovering. Host, please suppress promptly!)
[Introduction: If one does not act for oneself, Heaven and Earth will destroy him. Cut the brother and be reborn, achieving the Great Dao!]
Kunflower Scripture??
Lu Wuchen clearly remembered that when he had first checked Lin Tianyang’s panel, this technique was not there.
Moreover, Lin Tianyang’s cultivation had clearly been crippled. Yet in such a short time, he could not only cultivate again but had already reached the 1st stage Body Tempering Realm.
Even Lu Wuchen, who relied on cheats, vaguely felt a trace of pressure at such speed.
“I spit! Crocodile tears. You trash dare call me Yang’er?”
The moment Lin Tianyang saw Lu Wuchen’s smug expression, his anger soared to its peak.
If not for this bastard, he would have successfully entered the inner sect by now. He might even have become Senior Sister’s direct junior.
But now everything had changed.
Not only had he lost Senior Sister, he was gravely injured. Even his most beloved mother had been taken by this dog.
Damn it!
He hated Lu Wuchen’s scheming, and he also resented his mother for not keeping her chastity for his deceased father.
Such behavior made his blood boil.
“Murdering fellow disciples and violating female disciples.”
“If not for me pulling strings, do you think you would merely have your Kun cut and cultivation crippled? You would have been chopped into pieces long ago.”
Looking at Lin Tianyang burning with rage, Lu Wuchen remained calm.
The one being ruined was not himself but his mortal enemy. Maintaining composure was the most basic courtesy.
Still, he had to admire Lin Tianyang’s destiny. Even in this miserable state, he still had a chance to reverse the situation.
But at most, he could only splash a little water.
It was about time to settle this.
“You damned bastard! If not for you, how could I have fallen to such a state!”
Lin Tianyang roared.
Without even thinking, he knew this entire ordeal must have been arranged by Lu Wuchen.
Crippling his dantian first so he would have no chance of turning things around.
Confiscating his ancestral item must have been because he feared his unmatched combat power.
A brilliant plan—but man proposes, Heaven disposes.
I, Lin Tianyang, am a man of Heaven’s mandate.
“You’d better kill me immediately. Otherwise, you bastard will regret it.”
Lin Tianyang glared fiercely.
He did not truly want to die. He was gambling. Gambling that Lu Wuchen’s goal was not to kill him but to use him to completely win over his mother Su Qingxue.
In Lu Wuchen’s eyes, he was just a rootless cripple without a dantian.
But who could know that even a trivial figure like him carried heaven-shattering destiny?
As long as he found an opportunity, he would repay every humiliation he had suffered, doubled.
“Hehe. If you insist on seeking death, I can fulfill that wish.”
Lu Wuchen’s face remained unmoved as he spoke.
As if everything were within his control.
Hearing this, Lin Tianyang’s brows tightened.
Had he guessed wrong? Had Lu Wuchen already grown tired of that unfaithful woman, making his existence meaningless?
Was today truly his death day?
The thought made his heart tremble.
No. No. I cannot die. I have not taken revenge yet. I cannot fall here.
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But now, he had obtained a heaven-defying opportunity. With the Kunflower Scripture, comparable to a Saint Tier technique, achieving invincibility was within reach.
He did not want to die uselessly in this prison with a broken body.
“Kneel and call me father immediately.”
“Otherwise—die!”
Lu Wuchen’s tone turned icy. His eyes narrowed, and tangible killing intent surged toward Lin Tianyang.
He wanted to see whether the Chosen One of Destiny truly wished to die or merely wanted to cling to life.
Inside the cell, Lin Tianyang trembled when he felt that killing intent.
It condensed like a sharp dagger.
He felt that if he shook his head, that invisible dagger would instantly take his life.
“I’ll give you one last chance.”
“Kneel, and you will be my son, Lu Wuchen’s son.”
“In the holy land, no one will dare bully you. I will grant you wealth and luxury for the rest of your life. I can even help you rebuild your dantian and restore your manhood.”
“Of course, you can refuse. But the price of refusal is—death.”
Lu Wuchen looked down coldly at the yin-yang man in the cell.
They say Chosen Ones are proud. Sorry, I don’t believe it.
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Hearing Lu Wuchen’s final ultimatum, Lin Tianyang’s expression grew more complicated than ever.
Even when his Kun had been cut off, he had not looked this grim.
If this had happened a few days ago, he would have spat blood in Lu Wuchen’s face.
Become my stepfather? You trash think you’re worthy?
At the very least, it would have to be an Emperor Sovereign who dominated eternity.
But now, having finally glimpsed hope of revenge, he did not want his hard-earned divine technique to be buried in the river of time.
He could endure humiliation and torment.
But the Kunflower Scripture could not.
A divine technique deserved to stand at the peak of the continent, showing the ignorant masses that only through breaking and rebuilding, cutting the Kun and reshaping the staff, was there a path forward.
“G-Godfather!”
Lin Tianyang said against his conscience.