Chapter 6: 6, The Past is Like the Wind

“Mother, I want to eat roasted squab.”

“Alright, let’s go catch some pigeons right now.”

……

Watching the large and small figures gradually drift away, Yun Lingzi was left disheveled in the morning breeze.

Roasted squab!!

Wasn't something feeling incredibly strange? Surely he wasn't talking about the spirit pigeons he raised?

As it turned out, Yun Lingzi’s suspicions were correct. Watching the spirit pigeons he had worked so hard to raise being skinned and deboned, then placed on that strange-looking rack to be roasted, he wept tears of heartache.

Spirit pigeons were rare communication tools in the Northern Xuan Continent and were very expensive. Two years ago, he had steeled his heart to buy over a dozen, thinking he could make a small fortune. It had been over two years, yet he hadn't seen a single fledgling. It turned out they had all been eaten by this ruthless mother and daughter? A single one was currently worth twenty thousand gold coins on the market!!!

“Master, what are you doing scratching at the wall over there? Do you want to try some of Mother's roasted squab? Mother's cooking is excellent...” The little girl, her mouth full of grease, looked doubtfully at Yun Lingzi, who was crouching in the corner. He was truly stingy; he still hadn't let go of his anger after all this time.

“Master... cannot afford it...” Yun Lingzi glared with suppressed fury at the woman in white who was still enthusiastically roasting the squab. There were still three uncooked spirit pigeons on that strange rack; adding the two Xiao Li had eaten, that made five in total. One hundred thousand gold coins were gone just like that. His heart was bleeding.

“Clan Leader, the Old Prince Xiao Tianjue of the Qiong Xiao Kingdom has been afflicted by a strange poison and is in a coma. I do not know if the Clan Leader intends to visit him.”

A burst of light from a spirit pigeon in mid-air brought a deep, low voice, causing Yun Lingzi's expression to instantly turn serious. He completely shed his previous miserable appearance. That old fellow Xiao Tianjue had actually been poisoned? Was that even possible?

Hearing this voice, Jin Se's hand, which was currently roasting meat, trembled slightly. Something had happened to the Xiao family?

She was precisely the person the voice was referring to—the granddaughter of Old Prince Xiao, a "useless" daughter of the clan who had possessed no profound energy since childhood. But who could have known that Jin Se had been poisoned since she was young, preventing her from gathering profound energy? She had practiced the *Muscle Tendon Changing Classic* to its peak just to force out most of the toxins, yet she still could not gather profound energy.

“Mother, my squab.” A soft, tender voice carried a hint of resentment, bringing Jin Se back to her senses. The three squabs in her hands were already as black as charcoal.

“Xiao Li, Mother will make you a fruit salad in a moment.” Looking at the little girl's resentful eyes, Jin Se's heart softened. That accident had resulted in this "genius baggage." Under Old Man Yun's cultivation, she was only four years old yet had already reached the Purple Profound level of profound energy, making even her, as a mother, feel inferior.

A profound meaning was hidden within Jin Se's dark eyes. Old Prince Xiao was also poisoned? Did that person in the shadows only know how to use poison? What exactly did that person want to gain from the Xiao family? Now they were even targeting the head of the Xiao family. Since Xiao Jinse had no profound energy, she shouldn't have been a threat to him, so why did he die so mysteriously?

“Mother? What is fruit salad...” Xiao Li was very curious about this new term and couldn't help but ask. The name sounded delicious, and she couldn't help but lick her lips.

“Xiao Li? Where is Master?” Seeing that the figure beside her was long gone, Jin Se couldn't help but ask.

“He just told you he was going down the mountain, but you didn't pay him any mind. Mother, should we isolate Master? He's too stingy. Xiao Li doesn't want to pay attention to him anymore either.” Thinking simply that her mother was unwilling to talk to Master, Xiao Li spoke huffily. She had just tried to please him with her favorite roasted squab, and he still wouldn't accept it.