They had always been the center of attention since childhood. But… during such a pivotal ceremony as the bloodline awakening…
Originally, they would have remained the focal points, the elites of the younger generation. However, the appearance of Hun Xiu completely turned them into stepping stones.
Stepping stones to boost Hun Xiu's fame.
This made people like Hun Feng and Hun Yu deeply dissatisfied.
Though they were only seven or eight years old, and lacked the maturity of a transmigrator like Hun Xiu…
They were still more mature than ordinary children — after all, this was the Dou Qi Continent, a world where strength reigns supreme.
Especially in an ancient clan like the Hun Clan, precociousness was the norm.
At this moment, Hun Yu looked toward the corner where Hun Xiu sat. He clenched his teeth and growled, "Hun Feng, what should we do? I really can't stand Hun Xiu!"
Hun Feng nodded. "Yeah, he's really starting to get on my nerves."
A thought struck Hun Feng, and he said to Hun Yu with a sly smile, "Why don't you go teach him a lesson? Let him witness your strength."
Hun Yu's eyes lit up. "Good idea!"
He then prepared to walk over and cause trouble for Hun Xiu.
As Hun Feng watched Hun Yu's retreating figure, he muttered in his heart, Idiot. That Hun Xiu is a Dou Ling. You want to 'teach him a lesson'? More like he'll teach you one.
After taking only a few steps, Hun Yu seemed to realize something. He immediately stopped, turned back, and returned to Hun Feng's side.
Hun Feng looked at the returning Hun Yu with curiosity. "What? Weren't you going to teach Hun Xiu a lesson? Why didn't you go?"
Hun Yu forced a bitter smile. "I just remembered—Hun Xiu became a Dou Ling yesterday when he activated his bloodline."
"I'm just a Dou Shi. Me, teaching him a lesson? I'd be asking for a beating. No thanks."
Hun Feng snorted in his heart, This idiot isn't as dumb as I thought.
...
"Look! Hun Huan'er is walking toward Hun Xiu!"
A startled voice rang out.
Hun Xiu had already been drawing attention since he arrived at the plaza.
Now that Hun Huan'er was approaching Hun Xiu, a wave of astonishment rippled through the crowd.
Hun Huan'er was a peerless prodigy of the younger generation, someone who had awakened a ninth-grade Dou Di bloodline.
Although not as dazzling as a tenth- or eleventh-grade bloodline…
There was no denying that a ninth-grade bloodline was already exceptional.
After all, most of the kids present had seventh- or eighth-grade bloodlines.
Some hadn't even reached that — they only had fifth- or sixth-grade Dou Di bloodlines.
...
Hun Yu watched as Hun Huan'er walked toward Hun Xiu. He muttered, "Why is she going to Hun Xiu?"
Amid everyone's shocked gazes and whispering voices, Hun Huan'er had already arrived in front of Hun Xiu.
At this moment, Hun Huan'er was examining Hun Xiu, and Hun Xiu was also sizing up the pink-clothed little girl before him.
The little girl wore a flowing pink dress. Her tiny face was soft and fair like a porcelain doll, with chubby cheeks and an irresistibly adorable appearance.
"You are…?"
Hun Xiu looked at the girl about his own age and asked curiously.
In his memory, he didn't recognize this little cutie.
After all, since he turned three, he had lived in isolation, immersed in cultivation every day.
Even if he had seen her somewhere before, he wouldn't have remembered.
Hun Huan'er extended her chubby little hand. "Hello! I know you. You're Hun Xiu, one of the Clan Leader's sons."
"I'm called Hun Huan'er."
"Hun Huan'er?"
"You need something?" Hun Xiu asked indifferently.
Over the years, he had grown used to solitude. Deep down, he disliked dealing with people.
Why waste time socializing when that time could be spent cultivating?
He only needed to become strong enough.
Because this was a world where the strong ruled — if he didn't strive to become stronger, then during the great calamity of the Hun Clan's future, he'd be nothing more than cannon fodder.
Or worse — be thrown into the blood pool by Hun Tiandi, becoming nourishment for his ascension to Dou Di.
...
Hun Huan'er's outstretched hand hung awkwardly in the air.
Though embarrassed, she eventually withdrew her hand.
Hun Huan'er gave a forced smile. "It's nothing."
"Oh." Hun Xiu responded casually and stopped paying her any attention.
He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and began to meditate, waiting for the Dou Ji Pavilion to open.
"Uh…"
This reaction completely stunned Hun Huan'er.
She had taken the initiative!
And yet…
This guy wasn't playing along at all?
He was acting so arrogant!
...
"Grass…"
The surrounding crowd was stunned by how Hun Xiu treated Hun Huan'er, and the same thought occurred to all of them:
A certain green plant.
Who was Hun Huan'er?
She was one of the very few girls in the younger generation of the Hun Clan, revered as a goddess among them.
Now, their "goddess" had approached Hun Xiu herself — and he just brushed her off?
They all felt a deep sense of injustice.
They usually felt too shy to even speak to Hun Huan'er, and yet Hun Xiu had made her come to him — and then just ignored her?
Outrageous!
Many began to grumble among themselves, expressing their dissatisfaction with Hun Xiu's behavior — though not one of them dared to step forward and challenge him.
They knew full well — they weren't his match.
If they stepped forward, they wouldn't be teaching Hun Xiu a lesson — they'd be the ones getting humiliated.
They weren't foolish enough to walk into a beating just to save face.
Just as everyone was seething in silence…
"Hmph…"
Hun Yu and Hun Feng slowly walked toward Hun Xiu, both wearing clear expressions of disapproval.
Hun Feng was the first to speak: "Little Brother Xiu, don't you think your behavior just now was a bit inappropriate?"
"Hm?"
Hun Xiu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two boys in front of him.
"Hun Feng, if I remember correctly, weren't you born a day after me?"
"So shouldn't you be calling me Big Brother Xiu, not Little Brother Xiu?"
Hun Feng: "…"
At that moment, Hun Feng remembered — Hun Xiu had been born a day before him.
He himself had been born a day later.
So technically, yes — he should be calling him "Big Brother Xiu" instead of "Little Brother Xiu."
But the reason he'd called Hun Xiu "Little Brother" earlier was because he instinctively thought of himself as the eldest.
Now that Hun Xiu had pointed it out in front of everyone, Hun Feng felt extremely awkward.
But with so many eyes watching, how could Hun Feng back down? He was a proud figure — he couldn't afford to lose face.
Hun Feng snorted, "Hun Xiu, so what if you were born a day earlier? Want me to call you big brother? Isn't that a bit much?"
"What? A day's not enough?"
"Go ask Father yourself — does being born a day earlier qualify me to be your big brother?"