I Am Really Not The Son of Providence

Chapter 68: Father And Son, Forgetting Pill

Shopkeeper Song pulled out the ore-cutting knife and gradually walked toward Shen Ao.

Shen Ao’s eyes were full of terror.

Shopkeeper Song’s breathing also became faster and heavier, indicating how nervous he was.

Suddenly, he thought of something, turned, and slapped Young Shopkeeper Song’s head.

“You good-for-nothing! You’re the cause of this, so settle this yourself!” snarled Shopkeeper Song and stuffed the knife into his son’s hand. “Son, don’t be afraid. This is also a training chance for you.”

Young Shopkeeper Song’s lips twitched.

Bullsh*t! What f*cking training chance? Like who would want such a chance?

Our Sky Spirit Pavilion is a legit and legal business! We’re not some illegal shop!

Although Young Shopkeeper Song was a cultivator, each cultivator differed from each other.

Some cultivators relied on killing monsters to earn money, so they had an abundance of battling experience, and their hands were full of blood. Meanwhile, other cultivators relied on their brains, selling Spirit Pills, Spirit Artifacts, and ores to earn money.

The Song Family had been in the ore business for generations now. Normally, they would not even kill chickens, not to mention a real living person.

“Father, I don’t dare to kill either!”

Shen Tian felt a headache as he watched how frightened the three people were. However, no matter how much his head hurt, he could not allow the idiotic father-son pair to kill his sixth brother.

Shen Tian sighed and opened his mouth to stop Shopkeeper Song and his son. Although he felt it was unnecessary as even if he did not stop them, those two would not really dare to do the deed either.

At that moment, however, Shen Ao screamed hysterically, “Don’t kill me!”

Everyone looked at Shen Ao. They could see that fear and terror dominated Shen Ao’s face.

Shen Ao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced out a smile so ugly it was like he was crying. “Thirteenth Brother, and the two of you. Aren’t you just afraid that I will find people to take revenge against you after releasing me?

“If so, you don’t need to worry. I can swear on my honor that I will definitely not do that. If that still can not erase your worries, then you can feed me the Forgetting Pill!”

Shen Ao’s solution stunned the father-son pair.

That’s right!

If they were worried that Shen Ao would seek revenge later, then feeding him a Forgetting Pill would resolve their current predicament!

Forgetting Pill was an extremely common pill in the cultivation world, and its effect was very simple—it could erase the consumer’s most recent memories.

Cultivation was not only increasing one’s strength but also one’s mental fortitude. Many a time, a cultivator’s mental state would be influenced by some tragic events, such as if one’s cultivation partner broke up with them, an opposing sect killed one’s mentor… or one’s daughter got married.

A plethora of such instances could destabilize a cultivator’s mental state, resulting in negative consequences. For example, if the cultivation technique one practiced had high requirements on one’s mental state, then mental demons might even form. Thus, after many Alchemists’ painstaking research and experiments, the Forgetting Pill was created.

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Your cultivation partner broke up with you?

That night, your heart suffered in the cold rain?

You’re overcome with sorrow, and that scene replays itself in your head all the time?

Don’t worry, have a Forgetting Pill, and the memories of that day will all be erased!

Your mentor, parents, cultivation partner, and children were all brutally murdered?

That bloody night covered your eyes?

You’re overcome with sorrow, and that scene replays itself in your head all the time?

Don’t worry, have a Forgetting Pill, and the memories of that day will all be erased!

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As long as one wrote down their experiences and recorded the outcome, then eating the Forgetting Pill would allow them to forget their most painful memories. Thus, this could prevent the consequence of forming mental demons due to the tragedies one encountered when cultivating.

Everyone had their burdens to bear, and a cultivator’s lifespan was much longer than mortals. Who wouldn’t have some kind of painful experience in the long hundreds to thousands of years of life?

Naturally, once the Forgetting Pill was created, it was highly sought after by many cultivators.

From that point on, the number of people suffering Qi Deviation due to mental demons decreased greatly.

Nonetheless, some people would use the Forgetting Pill to do some weird things.

For example, evil female cultivators loved to feed their male captives the powder of Forgetting Pill. They would feed their male captives eight to ten times every night. As such, due to the evil cultivation techniques that those female cultivators trained in, their strength increased at breakneck speed.

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Shen Ao noticed that he seemed to have convinced Shopkeeper Song and Young Shopkeeper Song, so he hurriedly said, “Thirteenth Brother, I am your blood brother! You can’t allow them to kill me!

“As long as you feed me a Forgetting Pill and send me away, then by the time I wake up, I will have already forgotten the memories of today’s events. You won’t need to worry that I will hold a grudge. What do you think?”

At that moment, Shen Ao’s desire to survive went through the roof. He was a genius seen in the Country of Fire once in a blue moon and would enter the Grand White Grotto-Heaven in the future. A bright future awaited him, so how could he die here because of an aggrieving misunderstanding!?

That was an absurd joke!

Shen Tian thought that Shen Ao’s arguments were reasonable. Thus, due to being a humanitarian and using brotherhood as a pretext, he decided to do his sixth brother justice. “What Sixth Brother said makes sense. It’s just a small misunderstanding, so there is no need to kill someone. Can I trouble Shopkeeper Song to buy a Forgetting Pill?”

Shopkeeper Song nodded and took out a bottle. “There’s no need to buy it. I have Forgetting Pills here.”

Everyone was shocked upon seeing the many pills inside Shopkeeper Song’s bottle.

Although the price of the Forgetting Pill could be considered cheap, even Qi Refinement cultivators could consume it, the main use of such a pill was to heal one’s painful memories and dispel mental demons.

Therefore, what was Shopkeeper Song planning to do while bringing around such a big bottle of Forgetting Pills?

Rumors had it that some unlawful cultivators would go astray and become rapists. They would always carry Forgetting Pills on them to feed the girl after doing the deed. As such, the girl would sleep till the next day and forget everything.

Was it possible that Shopkeeper Song was also such a rapist?

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Seeing that everyone’s expression had turned strange, Shopkeeper Song hurriedly explained, “Master Celestial, please don’t misunderstand. The reason I prepared Forgetting Pills is for my good-for-nothing son. My son is immature and frequently causes trouble outside. Spare the rod and spoil the child. I whip this brat pretty often to teach him a lesson.”

Young Shopkeeper Song’s face gradually turned abnormal. “Father, you’ve used a whip to hit me before? Why don’t I remember? F*ck, it can’t be that you feed me a Forgetting Pill every time after you whip me to make me forget about it!?”

Young Shopkeeper Song gradually turned angry.

No wonder!

Since young, he would always wake up with his whole body aching, but he did not remember anything.

Whenever he asked his father, Shopkeeper Song would say it was due to him causing too many troubles outside that others held a grudge against him. Thus, those people would knock him out, beat the crap out of him to teach him a lesson, and throw him at his house’s door every time.

In addition, those people would always feed him a Forgetting Pill after beating him to prevent him from remembering and seeking revenge.

That old thing even used those incidents as a lesson to teach me that the cultivation world was cruel. And in the outside world, I had to be good to others so as to not offend others.

If not, others could put me in a sack and beat me up anytime. So, you made up everything? It’s you who has been beating me up all this time!?

Young Shopkeeper Song had a mental breakdown!