Chapter 2: Heaven’s Favored Daughter
Author: Wei Yi Yong Heng , 2014-12-24
Qin Lin merely raised his hand at Qin Mo’s threat, pointing at the cliff behind him. His meaning was clear:
“If you want to die, jump. I’ll collect your corpse afterward.”
“Want me dead? Then I’ll make sure I live!”
Grinding his teeth in anger, Qin Mo turned and strode down the back mountain, muttering,
“Even if I’m just a disaster, I’ll plague this tribe for a hundred years!”
Qin Lin’s expression didn’t change, but upon hearing this, a faint, kindly smile tugged at his lips.
Though Qin Mo said he wanted to be a scourge, in truth, he locked himself away inside his stone hut, training day and night.
Even though the Heaven’s Stone test had revealed he possessed white blood—a useless bloodline incapable of opening spiritual apertures—he was far from willing to accept it.
By day, he tried to sense the world’s energy within his hut. By night, he stood beneath the pounding waterfall behind the mountain, letting its crushing weight temper his body.
After half a month of such harsh training, he finally gained a little progress.
Without opening any spiritual apertures, an ordinary human could at most possess five hundred jin of strength—an absolute limit. Qin Mo’s body had already reached that threshold.
But after half a month of grueling effort, he forced his way past that limit, reaching five hundred and fifty jin of raw power.
In his previous world, such strength would be terrifying. But here, in this world, any warrior who had opened even a single aperture could easily kill him.
Opening apertures—that was the first realm of cultivation for the human race.
The human body contained one hundred and eight apertures, and each one opened would grant a hundred jin of strength.
The higher the bloodline talent, the more apertures could be opened.
It was said that only those with purple blood could perfectly open all one hundred and eight.
For Qin Mo, being able to open even one aperture would be enough to satisfy him—never mind a perfect one hundred and eight.
“No… still not working…” Qin Mo’s heart sank with bitterness.
Even though he’d broken past the physical limit, he still couldn’t open a single aperture.
Knock, knock, knock!
Suddenly, someone pounded on his door, followed by a childish voice shouting anxiously,
“Brother Qin Mo! Hurry up and come out! Something big happened—really big!”
Qin Mo opened the door to find a chubby boy in animal hide, sweating profusely. He looked up at the sky and said dryly,
“The heavens haven’t fallen, the earth hasn’t cracked. What’s got you in such a panic?”
“Come on! This is serious!”
The boy—Little Hu—grabbed Qin Mo’s hand, dragging him toward the tribe’s main hall.
“The people from the Skyhawk Tribe are here! They’re in the great hall right now!”
“Skyhawk Tribe?”
The name sounded familiar, as if he’d heard it somewhere before.
“What’s that got to do with me?”
Little Hu stopped abruptly, his round face filled with disbelief.
“You… you really forgot?”
“Forgot what?” Qin Mo asked, puzzled.
“You really forgot!” Little Hu’s expression was as if he’d seen a ghost. He pointed at Qin Mo.
“You seriously don’t remember? You were engaged since childhood—to the Skyhawk chief’s daughter!”
Memories flooded back like a tide, and Qin Mo finally understood.
Yes—the Skyhawk Tribe. Now he remembered.
“Remember now?” Little Hu asked, puffing out his chest like a little adult. Seeing Qin Mo nod, he quickly pulled him along.
“Even though you can’t open your apertures and can never become a warrior, your fiancée is a genius—an orange-blood prodigy! She’s beautiful, too. If you can marry her, let’s see who dares mock you again!”
The way Little Hu spoke made Qin Mo doubt whether he was the one who’d transmigrated—or if the chubby kid was.
Still, he pieced together the facts. As a man, he couldn’t possibly rely on some woman to give him face, even if the idea did sound pretty satisfying.
Thinking it was one thing; actually doing it was another.
When Qin Mo entered the main hall, every gaze turned toward him.
Little Hu marched proudly beside him like a soldier on parade—until a big, calloused hand suddenly reached out, grabbed him by the collar, and smacked his backside twice.
Naturally, that hand belonged to his father—Li Hai, the tribe’s second-strongest warrior after Qin Lin.
Red-faced but silent, Little Hu endured it, though his expression made it clear he wasn’t happy.
“Qin Mo, greet the Chief,” Li Hai said sternly.
Qin Mo stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
No one found the formality strange—inside the great hall, even family had to address each other by title.
As he stood aside, a burning gaze swept over him. Qin Mo looked up—and saw her.
A girl in red. Arched brows, bright eyes, delicate features—beautiful beyond words.
But in the next instant, that warmth in her gaze turned to cold arrogance—like a hawk high in the heavens, looking down upon an ant below. She didn’t even deem him worth her disdain.
Qin Mo suddenly realized: this was her—his fiancée, Lin Yue, the Skyhawk chief’s daughter, the orange-blood prodigy who had long since outshone him by miles.
And seeing the Skyhawk warriors standing behind her, a bad feeling rose in his chest.
Sure enough, Lin Yue stepped forward, bowing politely to Qin Lin.
“Chief Qin,” she said, “this junior has come not only to discuss the decennial spirit vein rotation—but also to make a presumptuous request.”
“Speak,” Qin Lin replied calmly. Just one word—but it made every warrior in the hall frown, Lin Yue included.
“I wish to… dissolve the engagement,” Lin Yue said through gritted teeth.
She’d already steeled herself for Qin Lin’s wrath—but no matter what, she couldn’t marry a useless man.
Especially when she possessed orange blood. Her future was limitless. Even if Qin Mo weren’t a failure, he still wouldn’t deserve her.
The hall’s atmosphere instantly turned frigid. Even Qin Yu, who never liked Qin Mo, frowned.
After all, no matter what he thought of Qin Mo, they were from the same tribe.
To have an engagement broken off like this—it was a public slap to the entire Hammerstone Tribe.
Before the tension could erupt, Qin Lin spoke again, his tone still even:
“If I recall correctly, that engagement was proposed by your father.”
“Yes, Chief Qin,” Lin Yue answered, lowering her head as unease crept into her chest. She hadn’t expected him to remain so calm—and the calmer he was, the more nervous she felt.
“That’s why we’ve brought compensation. If the Hammerstone Tribe agrees to annul the engagement, we’ll offer one hundred lower-grade spirit stones, one mid-grade spirit stone, and…”
As she spoke, the elders behind her laid the treasures before the hall.
The Hammerstone warriors’ breathing quickened—such wealth was enormous for a one-star lower-ranked tribe like theirs.
Even possessing a single lower-grade spirit vein already made them the envy of the surrounding tribes.
And as for mid-grade spirit stones—most of them had never even seen one.
Seeing their reactions, Lin Yue smiled slightly, then produced a delicate box.
“Additionally,” she said, “this Blood Condensation Pill will also be yours—if you agree to the dissolution.”
All eyes turned toward the box in her hands.
That pill was incredibly rare—it could help a person condense their blood and open apertures.
This was exactly the effect Lin Yue wanted.
Though she smiled politely, her eyes brimmed with contempt.
Yet when she glanced at Qin Lin, she found him utterly unmoved, as if the pill were nothing to him.
If it had been just Qin Lin, she could have ignored it.
But to her surprise, even that so-called useless Qin Mo remained completely calm.
That shocked her the most.
In truth, Qin Mo’s heart was in chaos. He didn’t particularly like Lin Yue—but he didn’t hate her either.
And as for her request to annul the engagement—well, it wasn’t his engagement to begin with.
He’d only been in this world for two months. The girl before him had nothing to do with him at all.
So why would he be angry?
On the contrary, what she brought—those spirit stones and the Blood Condensation Pill—were a godsend for the tribe.
At this moment, all Qin Mo wanted to do was shout:
“Do it! Hurry up and end it already—don’t drag this out!”
