Battle Through the Heavens: I can solidify the talents of all things

Chapter 68, The Jade Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil!

"Waaah—Grandma—who can save Qinglin's grandma—"

The little girl stood on the side of the street, pleading with passersby in a trembling voice.

However, passersby only glanced at it indifferently before quickening their pace.

They either pretended not to see it or deliberately avoided it; no one wanted to get involved in the trouble, and no one paid any attention to the poor child.

In this border town where survival is difficult, people seem to have long been accustomed to turning a blind eye to the suffering of others.

"Auntie, please—please—"

When Qinglin saw a middle-aged woman carrying a vegetable basket passing by, it was as if he had grasped the last straw. He mustered the greatest courage he had ever had and stepped forward to grab the woman's clothes, pleading with her in a pitiful voice.

Given Qinglin's usual extreme inferiority complex and timidity due to her bloodline, it took her all her courage to do this.

"Get away!" The middle-aged woman was pulled away, and her face instantly showed undisguised disgust.

She roughly flung Qinglin's hand away, the force so great that the frail Qinglin staggered and fell to the ground.

"You worthless bastard, neither human nor snake! Only that old, senile wretch would have taken you in! And now look what's happened? Misfortune has befallen her, is she dead or not?!"

The woman seemed to have been smeared with something extremely filthy; she slapped the hem of her clothes hard and left, cursing and swearing.

The vicious words were like cold knives, piercing Qinglin's young heart.

"Waaaaah—No—No—"

Qinglin sat on the ground, her small body curled up, shaking her head helplessly, trying to deny the vicious accusation.

But those words were like a curse, swirling in Qinglin's mind, causing her already sensitive and fragile heart to begin to crumble, and she gradually blamed herself for her grandmother's death.

"Is it really because of Qing Lin?"

Xiao Qing watched this scene quietly, understanding what was going on.

In this city where humans and snake people are enemies.

Children like Qinglin, who possess both human and snake-human blood, are often seen as an ominous curse and are rejected and discriminated against by both sides.

The scorn and ridicule she endured were far greater than most people can imagine.

Her plight evokes pity in people.

Based on the scattered information from the original work and the current situation, Xiao Qing could roughly deduce Qing Lin's predicament:

Qinglin's mother, a human woman, endured unimaginable pressure and insults because she was pregnant with the snake-man's child. She died of depression after giving birth to Qinglin.

Later, this kind old lady adopted Qinglin, giving her a "home" that barely provided shelter from the wind and rain.

And a touch of warmth.

However, the old lady is very old and frail. It is probably the limit for her to take care of Qinglin for two years.

Now, the only person in this world who gave Qinglin warmth has also left her.

Typically, mixed-race children like these rarely live past the age of two due to their unique physical condition and harsh living environment.

The fact that Qinglin managed to survive to nearly four years old demonstrates its remarkable resilience.

And deep in her heart, she still held onto that faint glimmer of hope and curiosity about the world.

Seeing this, Xiao Qing no longer hesitated.

Xiao Qing strode toward the small figure curled up in the dust, crying so hard he was almost fainting.

At the same time, an invisible and intangible soul power, yet carrying an awe-inspiring pressure, appeared.

Centered on Xiao Qing, it spread silently and precisely enveloped the indifferent onlookers around them.

Instantly, the passersby felt a chill run down their spines.

It felt as if I was being watched by some extremely terrifying being, and a huge sense of fear inexplicably welled up in my heart.

Forgetting all about watching the spectacle, they turned pale and cried out in alarm, "Ghosts!" and "Evil!" before scattering like birds and beasts.

Xiao Qing took special care of the middle-aged woman who spoke venomously.

A subtle shock to her soul made her head throb, her vision went black, and she stumbled a few times before fleeing in panic. She would probably spend the next few days in a daze.

This can be considered a minor punishment to serve as a warning.

After clearing the area, Xiao Qing walked up to Qing Lin.

He crouched down, his gaze settling gently on Qinglin's tear-streaked face, especially her large, swollen eyes that were red from crying.

At this moment, the pupils of those eyes, reflected in the tears, faintly revealed a greenish luster.

And in the deepest part of that pupil, relying on the keen perception of Xiao Qing's spiritual soul, he clearly saw three extremely tiny, triangularly arranged emerald green dots!

These three small dots seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power, emitting a special fluctuation that was extremely subtle and almost imperceptible.

If Xiao Qing's soul power hadn't far surpassed that of ordinary people, he would never have been able to detect this anomaly.

This is the Jade Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil —

Xiao Qing sighed inwardly.

"Truly extraordinary!"

This special physique, born from birth, has boundless potential. If it can grow up smoothly, its future achievements are limitless.

"Grandma—Waaah—it's all Qinglin's fault—"

Sensing someone approaching, Qinglin timidly raised her tearful eyes. Through her blurred vision, she saw a well-dressed older brother with an extraordinary demeanor.

Xiao Qing's outstanding temperament, which stood out from her surroundings, made Qing Lin, who was already insecure, feel extremely ashamed.

Qinglin instinctively hugged her thin arms, buried her face in her knees, and refused in a trembling voice with tears in her eyes: "No—don't come near Qinglin—Qinglin is a person with bad luck—bad luck—"

Clearly, Qinglin had fallen deeply into self-doubt and self-denial caused by the middle-aged woman's harsh words.

Xiao Qing felt a pang of sadness. He reached out and gently took Qing Lin's thin, malnourished hands, which felt icy cold to the touch.

His movements were as gentle as possible, and his voice was exceptionally soft, as if he were afraid of startling the frightened little beast: "I don't believe that such an obedient and sensible Qinglin could bring misfortune."

Xiao Qing gazed into Qing Lin's eyes, his tone firm yet gentle.

"Let's go in and see your grandma."

In fact, Xiao Qing had already sensed that the old lady in the house had died of natural causes and had nothing to do with the so-called "misfortune".

"Big...big brother...waaaaaah..."

Feeling the warmth from Xiao Qing's palm, and hearing his words, which were full of trust and gentleness without any hint of disgust.

As if a drowning person had grabbed onto the only piece of driftwood, Qinglin's pent-up sorrow and grievances burst forth like a flood breaking its banks, and she threw herself into Xiao Qing's arms and cried loudly.

At this moment, in a world where Qinglin was almost swallowed by darkness, Xiao Qing's appearance was like a warm ray of sunlight tearing through the gloom.

It illuminated Qinglin's wounded heart, bringing a long-lost warmth of acceptance and care.

Xiao Qing gently patted Qing Lin's back, letting her cry out all the grievances in her heart.

After the crying subsided, Xiao Qing said softly, "Shall we go see Grandma first?"

Qinglin nodded, sobbing, her little hands clutching Xiao Qing's clothes tightly, as if afraid that this only warmth would also disappear.