Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 2066: The Mystery of Lily Tisdale’s Birth!

Chapter 2066: Chapter 2066: The Mystery of Lily Tisdale’s Birth!

Twenty years ago, on a certain day.

Heavenly Sword Sect.

On a square.

"Hahaha, Lily Tisdale, you’re nothing but trash, rubbish, a fool!"

"To think you’re the Sect Leader’s son, yet you can’t even find your Qi Sense until now. You’re even worse than those wastes in the secular world!"

"You, such trash, dream of taking over as Sect Leader in the future? Disgusting, don’t even dream about it!"

"Lily Tisdale, as the trash you are, you might as well stay in the Sect to do menial chores, that suits you better!"

"How can you, an ant or a crawling insect, compare with us who are the Prides of Heaven?"

"Living in the same Sect with you is such bad luck!"

A group of kids around ten years old punched and kicked a five- or six-year-old boy, giggling and mocking him in all sorts of ways.

A few little girls also stood by watching the excitement, humiliating the little boy in various ways.

The little boy curled up on the ground, already beaten blue and swollen, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and his head and face covered in dust, looking miserably pitiful.

He cried and pleaded: "Don’t hit me... please don’t hit me... I was wrong... I won’t be the Sect Leader anymore... wuwuwu..."

An older boy stepped on the little boy’s head and arrogantly declared: "Then say it yourself now that you’re trash, rubbish, a fool!"

"Say it, hurry up and say it!"

"If you don’t say it, I’ll beat you to death!"

"If you dare not say it, I’ll beat you every day!"

The other boys and girls also joined in the commotion, threatening him with their words.

The little boy was somewhat stubborn and refused to speak.

"You won’t say it, huh? I’ll stomp you to death!"

The older boy ruthlessly trampled on the little boy’s face, causing his skin to fissure and flesh to splatter.

He said viciously: "Are you going to say it or not!"

"Hit him!"

"You still dare not say it!"

The other boys continued to punch and kick the little boy.

The little girls at the side also ran over and joined in beating up the little boy.

The little boy was beaten until his head was bloody, and he cried loudly, choking back tears: "I’ll say it, I’ll say it! I’m trash! I’m rubbish! I’m a fool!"

The older boy crossed his arms and haughtily ordered: "Kneel down and kowtow to us!"

The little boy had an instinctive resistance and didn’t want to kneel.

The older boy coldly threatened: "Are you asking for another beating?"

The little boy swallowed hard and slowly crawled up, kneeling down and solemnly kowtowing.

"Hahaha, he’s just an idiot!"

"This guy will be like this for his whole life!"

"Boring, let’s go!"

The group of boys and girls left the square, playing and laughing.

...

Midnight.

In a study of an attic.

The little boy stood there, looking at a tall and burly middle-aged man in front of him.

This middle-aged man was the little boy’s father.

The little boy sobbed and sought comfort from his father, hoping his father would stand up for him and care for him.

Even though for so many years, his father had never cared for him, never stood up for him, never defended him.

Yet he still held a sliver of hope, longing for his father to treat him a little better.

But the middle-aged man just looked at the little boy with an indifferent face.

After listening to the little boy’s plea.

"Waste!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily and slapped the little boy’s face with the back of his hand.

Smack!

With a crisp slap sound.

"Ahh..."

The little boy let out a scream and was sent flying several meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground.

His face was struck until the skin fissured and flesh splattered, with blood rushing out, and several teeth were knocked out, mixing with the blood he spat out.

The middle-aged man coldly stared at the little boy and said in a thundering voice, "You Trash, you still have the face to cry to me?

You trash, with neither talent, understanding, nor potential!

In vain have I held prestige all my life, only to produce such worthless trash!"

The little boy stared blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him, who felt so strange, his eyes brimming with despair and fear.

Tears had already blurred his face.

"You trash still have the face to cry, I will beat you to death!"

The middle-aged man raised his palm, about to strike again.

At this moment.

Bang!

The door to the study was kicked open!

A woman stumbled in, fell to her knees, and hugged the little boy, weeping bitterly, "Lily..."

The woman turned her head to look at the middle-aged man, her voice hoarse as she shouted, "Lily is also your son, why do you treat him like this?

All you do is beat him and scold him!

Have you ever given him even the slightest bit of care and affection?"

The middle-aged man swept his sleeve aside and stood with his hands behind his back, his voice thundering, "I have no such son!

Take him away, the further the better!

It’s best that this worthless trash never appears in front of me again!"

"You..."

The madam’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at the middle-aged man, screaming, "You will regret your actions today, you will!!!"

"Regret?"

The middle-aged man’s gaze was full of malice, "Producing such trash is the biggest regret of my life!"

"Lily, let’s go!"

The madam bit her lip and carried the little boy away from there.

...

Heavenly Sword Sect.

In an old house at the foot of the mountain.

The woman was applying medicine to the little boy.

Drip, drip...

Tears wouldn’t stop falling from the woman’s eyes.

"Lily, does it hurt?"

The woman choked up as she asked.

"Mother... I’m not in pain..."

The little boy clenched his teeth, grinding them, and vigorously shook his head.

The woman cried out, "Lily, I’m sorry, your mother didn’t protect you well, letting you be born in such a place..."

The little boy forced a smile through his torn lips, "Mother... you have been very good to Lily... Lily doesn’t blame you..."

The woman’s heart ached as if bleeding.

She was born in a third-rate sect and had no voice after coming to the Heavenly Sword Sect, even unable to protect her own son.

She said sorrowfully, "Lily, don’t worry, Mother will find a way to get you out of here, far away from this hellish place..."

The little boy’s tears flowed freely, "Mother... you don’t want Lily anymore... do you also want to send Lily away?"

The woman gently stroked the little boy’s head, tears running down her cheeks, "Silly child, how could mother not want you, and how could I ever send you away.

But if you continue to stay here, you’ll live every day in dire straits, Mother can’t bear it.

So, you must leave this place, even if you have to live as an ordinary person, it’s better than staying here..."

The little boy sobbed and asked, "Mother... will I see you again?"

The woman looked at the little boy tenderly, "Lily, grow up quickly, and when you’re grown and have acquired abilities, come back to visit Mother, alright?"

The little boy sniffled, determination in his eyes, and nodded vigorously, "Mother, don’t worry, Lily will certainly grow up quickly, will definitely learn great abilities, and will surely come back to see you!"

"Good, good child, Mother will wait for you."

The woman murmured softly and held the little boy tightly in her arms.

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