Intermission: The reason for one’s hatred
There were some things that the Zhu family would keep under wraps forever; secrets they’d protect with their lives.
Yao Ming had, as a child, been very fond of his uncle. The man was a cultivator and his absolute idol. He wanted to be like him when he grew up - powerful and unbending.
When the man vanished for several years after a demonic beast subjugation, the family was devastated.
They never expected him to return but when he did, only very few people knew about it.
As his favourite nephew, Yao Ming had been dragged into the situation.
He very well remembered the discomfort at seeing the boy who was supposed to be his cousin. It wasn’t the red eyes, it was the aura he held.
The boy was creepy and Yao Ming did not like him but for his uncle, he tried his best to get along with the creepy child and that elusive wife his uncle had brought home.
Until that one day.
He hadn’t liked his servant but it was his servant after all, so he had asked his family to help search for him when he appeared to have vanished into thin air.
They found him.
They preferred they hadn’t.
The sight of a young boy, barely in his teens, happily crunching down his distorted teeth on the servant’s arm had caused Yao Ming to retch.
The blank eyes of the man were turned to the door, face filled with horror - and below his head was nothing until the separated legs lying a bit farther away.
The bloody child kept on eating, disregarding the intruders, and the woman was caressing his head.
Yao Ming’s uncle stepped out from the side, blocking their path.
“Sorry you had to see that”, he laughed, like it was nothing.
Yao Ming’s grandfather turned pale.
“You… You married a demonic beast!”
Yao Ming couldn’t understand the full truth of it until years later.
Humans could not endure engaging in sexual acts with humanoid demonic beasts due to the difference in their energies, but demonic cultivators could. That his uncle had taken the path of a demonic cultivator for survival was nothing he thought of as bad, but what followed was.
The demon spawn that was born of the two was a monster. Inhuman and violent, they lived off human flesh.
However, they were good at concealing themselves.
The boy cried heartbreakingly when his mother and father lay slain at his feet, the Grandmaster of the Zhu family holding him up by the collar. He begged and promised not to do it again with the most innocent face, then tried to bite the man’s throat a second later.
Yao Ming was locked up for a week to make sure he understood he could never breathe a word of it.
Demon spawns were a carefully kept, dirty secret. He was not supposed to be able to know of them.
If it got out, their whole family would be exterminated as a safety measure.
Yao Ming kept his mouth shut.
He had never seen his uncle again since the man vanished in that subjugation years ago…
He knew nothing of what happened to his uncle, who had been solitary for all his life...
And then, in the sect, that child appeared.
Alive with a cracked core that shouldn’t be possible. Innocent and unusual, with red eyes.
It could be a coincidence, he told himself. Demon spawns weren’t common.
He hated the boy for being Shi Yue’s disciple, but he could teach him his place easily enough.
But then he fought.
There was no way for a street-rat to fight like that and suspicion came crashing down again.
The looks he always gave Yao Ming when Shi Yue wasn’t around - not that of a child. Not that of a human. He held no care for the dead beast in front of him.
Too abnormal.
Aah. Actually, couldn’t he get rid of that thing? He’d be a hero. So far, that thing kept itself under control so he had time…
Once it was dead, he could tell the sect that it had threatened him from the start and he had only retaliated. ‘Foolishly’ believed he could take care of it himself. Alas, he would apologize for not reporting it to the sect, but the most important would be that it was dead, no?
The thought lodged itself in his head.
He could be a hero. He could get rid of a pest at Shi Yue’s side. He could kill one of the things that had caused his uncle’s death…
If it hadn’t been for those things, his uncle would still be alive.
They shouldn’t exist.
That Xie Yi… would be his prey.