Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 960 - 283: Driven Crazy from Bottling It Up

Chapter 960: Chapter 283: Driven Crazy from Bottling It Up

From that day on, I lived in the straw hut, not allowed to leave the confines of the back mountain, assigned the heavy responsibility of ’accompanying Ancestor in seclusion’!

I accompanied for thirty years!"

Chen Yan frowned, looking at Brother Yun Zhao’s resentful expression with confusion: "... Being valued by the Ancestor of the clan, serving by their side for thirty years — that’s a good thing!

The Ancestor must have taught you a lot of Divine Techniques or given you some inheritance or blessing.

How could this be a bad thing! It’s practically a heaven-sent fortune."

Upon hearing this, Brother Yun Zhao laughed.

This smile... how should I put it.

Four words: Love nothing at all!

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"Benefits? Divine Techniques? Inheritance or blessing?" Brother Yun Zhao chuckled: "Fellow Daoist... if there were such benefits, why would I be in this mood now?

There is a prohibition in the clan, on days when worshipping remotely is not allowed, no clan member can enter the secluded area of the Ancestor on the back mountain — this is an iron-clad rule passed down for hundreds of years in the clan.

Living in the back mountain, I never saw a single person again.

Even daily necessities and food were delivered outside the valley by the clan leader’s people, dropped off and then they left without staying!

In that valley, day after day, I had no one to talk to!

I was only four years old at the time, damn it!

Four years old!!

Even if I am of the Demon Race, at four years old I could already do many things, could complete daily chores.

But damn it, I was only four!"

"Wasn’t it fine, you just talked to the Ancestor, and with no one around, it’s a quiet environment, allowing you to focus fully on cultivating the Cultivation Technique taught by the Ancestor."

"What Cultivation Technique!! As for talking with the Ancestor? There was none of that either!"

Brother Yun Zhao’s eye muscles twitched, and he slowly held up three fingers: "In the thirty years in the valley, the Ancestor and I most often exchanged a total of only three sentences!

Over and over again, it was always these three sentences!

First sentence: Do not run around!

Second sentence: Stay quiet!

Third sentence: Do not cry!"

Chen Yan was also stunned: "No... then the Cultivation Technique..."

Brother Yun Zhao’s eyes were filled with complexity: "I already told you, it’s just these three sentences. So, where did any Cultivation Technique come from, where did any Divine Techniques come from?"

Chen Yan looked at Brother Yun Zhao with eyes full of sympathy!

Damn!

That Ancestor of his, what a crazy way to do things!

Leaving a four-year-old child alone in the valley?

Thirty years without teaching anything!

"Do you know? I missed my family, but only on the day of remote worship every five years could I get a distant look at the clan members worshipping from below the mountain, from the straw hut halfway up the mountain.

Only when the clan leader brought children up the mountain to ask the Ancestor for blessings, could I take a glimpse from the side.

I cried, I fussed, and I pleaded.

But the Ancestor never paid any attention, and if provoked, it was those three sentences.

Do not run around! Stay quiet! Do not cry!"

Brother Yun Zhao said softly: "Thirty years! Do you know? When I was really suffocated, I even learned to squat on the ground, talking and chatting with my own shadow!"

Chen Yan looked at Brother Yun Zhao with eyes full of pity.

It’s no wonder.

No wonder he left his home and came to the Southern Border, living so wildly. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

It really drove the child to madness!

"Later I had only one hope in my heart.

Our Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe’s tradition is to hold a coming-of-age ceremony at the age of thirty.

So, I counted the days every day, hoping that when I turned thirty, I could be released from the mountain to return home for the coming-of-age ceremony.

But as I hoped and hoped, when I was about to turn thirty, the Ancestor told the clan leader to let me continue accompanying them, delaying my coming-of-age ceremony.

With the Ancestor’s orders, how could the clan leader dare to say no?

As a result, my coming-of-age ceremony was delayed, and the day I could descend the mountain was postponed year after year.

Not until I was thirty-four did the Ancestor finally let me down the mountain!"

Chen Yan was convinced too.

How could this be any blessing?

It was clearly a thirty-year prison sentence in the mountains!

But... no!

What does this have to do with me?

Chen Yan looked at Brother Yun Zhao with confusion: "I sympathize with Brother Yun Zhao’s plight, but what about inviting me on board..."

"Don’t rush, I’m about to get to that!

I’ll tell you, there is a connection, a big one!"