The pitiful poor even scrambled to join in the refining of the desolate bone for the bacon.
“For the Lian tribe, I guess it has to be so…” exclaimed the Patriarch “It’s such a pity. If we had a set of desolate bones without any toxicity, there wouldn’t be so many deaths due to the refinement.”
“A set of desolate bones without toxin?“ Lian Chengyu scoffed. “With the finances of our tribe and that incomplete technique manual, would we have been able to exchange for a set of desolate bones without toxicity?”
“Besides, the Frost Python desolate bones does not have toxin, it just has a hard to dissipate frost Qi. Once it enters the body, it freezes the organs, causing a person to lose his life. With a Desolate Heaven Master he could easily dissipate the Frost Python’s Frost Qi. But why would a Desolate Heaven Master be willing to help clear such a low-grade desolate bone’s toxicity? There was no chance for them to come to our Lian tribal clan!”
“Even the young masters of the big tribes were unwilling to use this kinds of desolate bones. Only because this set of Frost Python desolate bones was the cheapest I could get. Just like how a rich family will give the remaining bones to feed the dogs, to the big tribes, I’m like a wild dog waiting to eat their scraps!”
Lian Chengyu self-deprecating last words were said with his lips twitching and fists clenched tightly, with his nails piercing into his flesh.
He hated!
The young masters and mistresses of the large tribes could pick among the desolate bones, not using those with side effects or low efficacy!
But for him, he had to go through all the trouble and sacrificing his wealth just to obtain a rejected piece of Frost Python desolate bones!
Putting all hope on a set of desolate bones, which had immense side effects, and risking his life to consume it was pathetic!
“Chengyu, it has been hard on you all these years. But you have to know even the bright in the big tribes are few in number. There are even plenty without the talent in the big tribes, they too don’t get much of the desolate beast meat…” The Patriarch felt guilty. He knew Lian Chengyu had great talent, but because the Lian tribal clan was too poor, they were unable to nurture him. All these years, the Patriarch had known that Lian Chengyu had a grudge towards the tribe despite him never uttering a word.
It was hard for Lian Chengyu to listen to what the Patriarch had to say. He answered, “Grandpa, don’t console me. Heaven is heartless, treating all things as dogs. Since the world is unfair, I will use my own strength to gain that fairness! Sooner or later, I will take control of my life, and will take control of the lives of others! In the future, I will have all the children of the big tribes at my feet!”
“I understand,” sighed the Patriarch. “Tomorrow I will pass the order to gather more people to refine the desolate bones. I will not care about the number of deaths. With more people, they can absorb more of the Frost Qi…making it safer for you when you consume the desolate bones.”
The Patriarch knew that Lian Chengyu would not feel any remorse for the poor who died for him.
Lian Chengyu hated the unfairness of the world. He felt he was extremely unlucky, so how could he be bothered with the unluckiness of others?
To Lian Chengyu, the poor were like ants. Even Lian Chengyu saw himself as a slightly bigger ant.
The survival of the fittest, this was a notion ingrained deep in Lian Chengyu’s heart. Only by eating the smaller ants could he keep growing till the point where he could control his own fate and the fate of others, as a top expert.