Chapter 905
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Chapter 905: The Indifferent Tribe!
All of this was done without a trace, making it almost impossible for anyone to notice.
However, Su Yi, standing not far away, happened to witness the scene. His sharp spiritual sense picked up on the subtle energy fluctuations.
“Something seems off,” Su Yi thought, an uneasy feeling stirring within him.
Feng Qier stepped forward to draw her lot, completely unaware of what was happening. She picked a bamboo stick from the box, holding it nervously in her hand, unsure if it was the shortest one.
“Alright, there are a total of forty-six bamboo sticks. Now, everyone, open your palms to reveal your bamboo sticks,” the old man instructed the group of young girls.
The elders’ gazes flickered slightly, their expressions unreadable.
In the courtyard, many onlookers appeared curious yet uneasy. At least half of the gazes were fixed on Feng Qier.
Su Yi secretly felt uneasy, sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere but unable to pinpoint what.
A few elders and powerful figures stepped forward to inspect the bamboo sticks held by each girl.
Feng Qier opened her hand to examine her stick. Her gaze then shifted curiously to the sticks held by the girls beside her. Suddenly, her expression froze, and she instinctively stepped back. Her delicate face turned pale in an instant.
“Feng Qier has obtained the shortest stick, and this time, Feng Qier is the chosen one!”
The gloomy old man’s faint voice rang out, as though he had anticipated the result.
“Something is not right here,” Su Yi thought.
When the gloomy old man announced the result, Su Yi finally understood.
It was no wonder something had felt off. The old man had been secretly manipulating the outcome. This was not a genuine draw—it was all just for show.
These people had already decided it would be Feng Qier. Before the inspectors could even confirm the result, the old man had announced it. Clearly, this was a premeditated plan, orchestrated by a select group.
Su Yi’s gaze darkened. He could sense that the gloomy old man had tampered with the process. How could the powerful figures and elders nearby not notice? But none of them spoke up, which meant this outcome had been collectively decided.
A faint sigh of relief rippled through the crowd. Many people, including the young women, relaxed, no longer burdened by the tension.
One young woman glanced at Feng Qier, her expression cold and indifferent.
Some showed a trace of sympathy or regret, but nothing more.
“Didn’t expect it to be Feng Qier!”
“It was decided by drawing lots. For the good of the clan, there’s no one else to blame!”
“This is Feng Qier’s destiny!”
“At least she can do something for our clan. It’s not in vain that we’ve cared for her for nineteen years!”
The murmurs spread through the crowd. Most seemed oblivious to the elders’ secret manipulation, their words detached and indifferent, as though they were mere spectators.
Some even appeared relieved, glad their own loved ones wouldn’t be sent to the Demon Emperor.
Feng Qier stood motionless, her beautiful eyes vacant, filled with confusion.
“Alright, everyone, disperse. Take Feng Qier and this boy with you,” the gloomy-faced old man commanded in a calm tone.
“Qier, let’s go. You know the place…”
The middle-aged woman known as Fourth Aunt approached Feng Qier and spoke softly, her eyes slightly red. She couldn’t bring herself to look Feng Qier in the eye.
Feng Qier moved slowly, her body stiff, as though she were a walking corpse.
Su Yi, still sealed and unable to resist, was once again carried by the middle-aged woman as they left the courtyard.
“Feng Qier has become useful!”
“She’s just unlucky, but it’s not anyone else’s fault!”
“Feng Qier has no parents and no relatives left in this world. It’s better for her to go and reunite with her deceased parents early!”
“…”
As they left the courtyard, the faint murmurs of discussions carried over to Su Yi’s ears.
“Selfish, greedy people… Is this the Chaos Realm?”
Su Yi was deeply moved. These so-called clan members were truly selfish and indifferent. They were targeting Feng Qier, exploiting her lack of family, and arranging for her to be sacrificed to certain death. Beneath their facade of unity, their hearts were devoid of compassion.
Soon, the middle-aged woman led Su Yi and Feng Qier to a spacious square. At the center stood a massive stone, towering ten meters high, resembling a giant sword thrust into the ground.
In the square, more than ten figures stood, weapons in hand, exuding fierce auras, prepared for battle.
As the middle-aged woman approached, the group of people nodded in acknowledgment. Their gazes lingered on Feng Qier with a mix of emotions, yet they showed only indifference toward Su Yi.
The middle-aged woman leaped onto the massive stone, placing Su Yi down before returning to Feng Qier’s side.
She hesitated, her expression wavering with indecision. After a moment, she spoke to Feng Qier. “Qier, this is your destiny. It’s unavoidable—for the sake of the entire clan, for the seven hundred members who depend on us…”
Under the moonlit sky, Feng Qier’s eyes sparkled. She looked at the middle-aged woman, then suddenly knelt down, bowing her head three times.
“What are you doing, Qier? Get up!” The middle-aged woman was startled and quickly bent down to help her.
“Thank you, Fourth Aunt, for taking care of me all these years. Fourth Aunt is the only one who’s ever been good to Feng Qier in this entire family. I can only repay your kindness in my next life!”
Feng Qier remained kneeling, refusing to rise, her voice filled with emotion.
“Qier, I…”
The middle-aged woman’s voice caught in her throat, her eyes glistening with tears. Finally, she said, “I’m sorry, Qier. Fourth Aunt has let you down.”
With those words, she turned away, tears streaming down her face. She dared not look back at Feng Qier, guilt weighing heavily on her heart.
The dozens of people around the square wore complicated expressions. Some were visibly moved, though none dared to intervene.
As the middle-aged woman left, Feng Qier rose to her feet and stood silently under the moonlight. Shadows danced across her figure, cast by the soft glow of the night.
“Tick-tock, tick-tock…”
Tears welled up in Feng Qier’s eyes, rolling down her cheeks and falling to the ground with a quiet, rhythmic patter.
From his position atop the massive stone, Su Yi watched the scene unfold. He sighed silently, feeling a deep sense of pity for Feng Qier. But at the moment, he couldn’t even protect himself.
His gaze swept across the square, taking in the dozens of figures with their formidable auras. Among them, many were cultivators of the Yuan True Realm. Su Yi knew better than to act recklessly.
It wasn’t the Yuan True Realm cultivators that Su Yi feared. His true concern was the possibility of drawing the attention of the even more powerful Yuan Void Realm experts present. With so many of them nearby, any attempt to resist would only expose him, and he wouldn’t stand a chance.
