Chapter 461 318: The Last Dump Truck, Sacrificial Pawn, and the Strongest Cheat Goes Online! (Part 2)

[One day, the prince of a great country spilled wine on his collar at a banquet, and laughter erupted. Father looked down at the dark stain spreading on the front of his collar, his eyelashes casting shadows on his face.]

[When he looked up again, he was smiling more radiantly than anyone, even personally filling the next cup for the other party.]

[They drank and made merry together, but the wild ambition in Father's heart never waned in this 'world of tenderness.']

[Once, that prince at the banquet gifted Father a glamorous dancing girl—he didn't like her, but he couldn't refuse.]

[A year later.]

[By accident, I was born.]

[I am the 'son of the dancing girl.']

[The legitimate son of the hostage.]

[In this era where human hearts are collapsing, the hierarchy is divided into six ranks—Human King, nobles, Samurai and Mr., farmers and artisans, merchants, slaves.]

[Slaves, either from the alien race or criminals' descendants, are gifts to be exchanged, and under the prince's arrangement, Mother shed her slave status and became Father's concubine.]

[This was a stark humiliation for Father, who came from noble lineage, but Mother, being a dancing girl, was happy. She had only twenty years of youth and beauty, and now having given birth to a legitimate son for a nation's prince, she had security for life after aging and her beauty faded.]

[Only I am caught in between; I have never felt my father's love since childhood, I can faintly see the disgust in his eyes towards me, yet must display a facade of fatherly love and filial piety in front of outsiders.]

[But Mother really loves me.]

[Father's country produced a figure who raised troops, and over ten years the national strength gradually flourished, and Father's status rose accordingly.]

[Mother, whenever Father was away, would whisper to me endlessly about becoming 'Lady Jun' in the future—a luxurious house, beautiful clothes, flocks of servants, and most importantly the 'respectful' gazes of the crowd.]

[That year I was six, classmates in school insulted Mother in words, calling me a bastard—I refused and fought with five of them, but weak as I was, how could I defeat them who bathed in medicine from a young age.]

[I dragged my body home, bruised and swollen, and Mother glanced at me, scolding why I fought with those lads—I was stunned, sweating cold from the pain, realizing it was not just superficial injuries.]

[They played dirty.]

[Mother paid no heed, casually saying there were some medicines in the room, instructing me to apply them myself, as she hurried out just to attend Father's banquet...]

[That banquet was important!! More important than my life!!]

[At night, I lay on the bed aching all over, applying medicine alone, enduring the pain, gritting my teeth, I must not cry out loud—I understood that I was merely Mother's 'prosperity and wealth.']

[The pain in my body couldn't compare to the pain in my heart.]

[Because of not receiving timely treatment, I caught a cold overnight and finally injured my lungs—once exposed to wind, I couldn't stop coughing.]

[Father's friend found a doctor, the doctor diagnosed me, saying such root-deep injuries were incurable, if left unchecked I had only twenty years to live.]

[Mortal bodies cannot consume Treasure Medicine, and the legendary 'Creation Spirit Pill' is even unfit for a monarch of a small country to take.]

[Upon hearing the words, Father chose to give up.]

[I calmly accepted my fate, I had another path, dragging my sick body, achieving Warrior Realm through great determination, refining my five viscera, such grave illness could heal without medicine.]

[However, this was a dead-end road.]

[Throughout Xiazhou Heaven, no hero has successfully done it. The foundation from land reaches the sky, the first step of the Human Race Martial Dao is refining 'Source Blood,' which is a life-and-death ordeal for me.]

[Not once, but a million life-and-death ordeals.]

[Each time I tried to refine Source Blood, my body felt like it was being cut by knives—once my heart spirit relaxed, the Source Blood would rampage, adding hurt to injury, life or death unknown.]

[Day and night swallowing mild Low-Tier Spirit Seed, I dared not use it to temper my body, and Father naturally wouldn't squander precious Spirit Seed on me, a waste who could not cultivate Martial Dao.]

[Hostages from other countries flattered Father, sending a maid of similar age to take care of me.]

[The maid had no name, I called her 'Xue'Er,' she was an orphan from an already extinct country—we were similar at birth, she was my possession.]

[Testing this girl of her age bore no ulterior motives like Father's, I then depended on her for survival—I didn't use the tricks of winning hearts learned from Father, but sincerely treated Xue'Er, offering her respect, viewing her as an equal.]

[This was my only valuable thing.]

[Soon, Xue'Er was moved by my sincerity and became my confidante.]

[I got tuberculosis, but insisted on going to school daily, observing classmates practicing Martial Arts, going back to teach Xue'Er 武道 ways—I relied on Father's slightest guilt to obtain many Treasure Medicine resources for Xue'Er.]

[Before long, Father permanently left me in this country.]

[Every day, he hosted banquets, quietly pulling resources through other hostage friends to build power, successfully bribing Jin Country soldiers with everyone's help—he seized the chance to return to his own country.]

[He was a legitimate son, his Father King severely ill and dying—once back, he would be the monarch of a country.]

[Those banquets were preparations for today's foolproof success.]

[I looked at the bewildered Mother.]

[Clearly, both Mother and I were abandoned by Father.]

[Under Father's friend's maneuvering, I invited famous scholars from hundreds of countries to enter the palace to persuade King Jin—I replaced Father as the hostage remaining in 'Jin Country.']