Chapter 259: Qi Junyi: Too Bad This Aberrant Arts Isn't Mine

Qi Junyi's temple veins throbbed again; he could only take a deep breath of cool air, telling himself to stay calm—now the matter at hand was urgent.

After being tormented by Chi Jinan for so many years, he thought he had grown accustomed to that kind of torment, but Ying Duo's torment of people turned out to be an entirely different Level Up chain.

He no longer launched an attack at Qi Hengyu, but stepped back to create distance, watching the barely upright Qi Hengyu, his tone softening slightly.

"Qi Hengyu, let's talk properly."

"You previously said, what does your Aberrant Arts 'Damage Others Not Benefiting Self' mean? Why do you think it's useless?"

Qi Hengyu turned his face away; his breathing was still uneven, and after a few seconds of silence he spoke in a disdainful tone, low.

"What else could it mean? Whose Aberrant Arts first weaken the user? Not to mention the massive drop in attack and defense..."

He clenched his teeth.

"The point is, these aren't side effects of the Aberrant Arts… it's just like that! Using it makes me weak; without it I can still fight. What use is such an Aberrant Arts in battle? Apart from dragging teammates down and killing oneself, what else?!"

He grew more agitated, eventually almost shouting; his eyes reddened, a mix of anger and long‑standing self‑doubt and disgust.

Qi Junyi's gaze at him became extremely complicated.

There was anger at his lack of fight, heartache, and an indescribable… guilt?

"Useless Aberrant Arts?"

Qi Junyi repeated it, then let out a snort of laughter, the laugh laced with mockery, though it was unclear who it was aimed at.

"Do you know that the 'useless Aberrant Arts' you speak of is a 'Divine Technique' that countless people dream of but can never obtain?"

Qi Hengyu was stunned, looking up at his brother.

Ying Duo also blinked, "Divine Technique?"

As soon as he said that, Qi Junyi fell silent, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

The status of a Divine Oracle no longer signifies honor in this era; it has become a death warrant.

Whether it was the Church that once tried to seize Divine Authority, or the Dome that pursues evolution and power at any cost, neither would allow an uncontrolled Divine Oracle to grow freely.

So, after his parents were assassinated by Dome assassins and he learned the true nature of the prophecy from someone, Qi Junyi made a decision.

He used someone's secret channel to alter and conceal certain information, deliberately shaping himself into the 'Balanced Divine Oracle' that everyone speculated about.

Then Qi Junyi casually found an excuse to drive Qi Hengyu out of the house, forcing him to hide in the Slum with a status so ordinary the family could even abandon him, and he even sent people to guard the area.

He himself assumed his brother's identity, drawing attention and murderous intent from the Dome and other forces.

Unfortunately, he did not become the 'Balanced' Divine Oracle; otherwise, once he mastered the Aberrant Arts, he could have turned and taken on the Dome.

This time Qi Junyi came to Mitra Academy hoping to push Qi Hengyu again before the possible 'final moment' arrives.

But he discovered the biggest obstacle wasn't Qi Hengyu's talent or ability, but his powder‑keg temperament and self‑denial.

Controlling emotions is the first—and crucial—step to mastering the 'Balanced' Aberrant Arts.

If one can't even achieve emotional 'balance,' how can one wield the 'Balanced' power that involves the level of law?

Qi Junyi looked at his brother, scarred and with eyes full of bewilderment and self‑disgust, then glanced at the upright, seemingly well‑behaved, neon‑green boy at the side of the arena.

A bold, even absurd, plan gradually took shape in his mind.

Perhaps… conventional teaching and pressure no longer work on Qi Hengyu.

What he might need is some unconventional stimulation and companionship?

Just as his own foul temper back then was forcibly 'ground down' by Chi Jinan, wasn't it?

Though the process was painful, the result… was outstanding.

So, using Ying Duo—who also defies convention and naturally counters Qi Hengyu—as a special whetstone, how about that?

Finally, as Ying Duo began brandishing blades and guns, Qi Hengyu's mouth twitched, and instead of stopping, he even cleared the way, allowing Qi Junyi to speak again.

His tone had returned to calm, even carrying a hint of guidance.

"Have you ever considered that the reason your Aberrant Arts are 'unstable' lies not in the arts themselves, but in you?"

Qi Hengyu snapped his head up, eyes sharp, "What do you mean?"

Qi Junyi stared directly into his brother's eyes and said slowly:

"Your Aberrant Arts first require the holder's inner calm and stability, and the thing you've most easily lost since childhood is emotional balance."

"Anger, irritability, inferiority, impulsiveness… these violent emotional swings are like raging storms; you can't even stand yourself, how can you expect the 'Balance Scale' in your hand to stay steady?"

Qi Hengyu was stunned, instinctively wanting to retort but unable to find words.

He recalled that when his emotions surged before, the uncontrolled feeling of the Aberrant Arts indeed intensified…

Qi Junyi continued, his voice even softer, sounding more patient than before.

"Try to control your temper, not for me, but for yourself, so you can truly master the power that belongs to you; otherwise it will forever remain the 'useless' you speak of, a burden you wish to shed."

He paused, his gaze drifting faintly toward Ying Duo, and added pointedly:

"As for how to control… perhaps you could spend more time with that… hmm, 'enthusiastic' teammate of yours; I think he can help you 'cool down.'"

No, Ying Duo is absolutely unnecessary; he'd rather be splashed with cold water by Shen Zexi when he's irritable than have Ying Duo open his golden mouth.

Ying Duo heard this, his golden eyes turning to Qi Junyi, nodding, and said seriously:

"Alright, I'll find time to brew some chrysanthemum for him."

Speaking of it, the plants are all infected with Mutation; can the world's chrysanthemum still be drunk?

Qi Hengyu: "......."

He felt the slight thoughts and stirrings that had just arisen instantly scrambled away by Ying Duo.

Qi Junyi's mouth twitched slightly, but he forced himself to keep a serious expression.

He glanced at the timer on the Xunlianchang wall and knew this was as far as they could go.

If they stayed longer, the students who come for morning training would probably have arrived.

"That's all for today," Qi Junyi said, picking up the Heresy Tribunal coat from the ground and draping it over himself again.

"Remember my words: control your emotions, try to understand your Aberrant Arts, rather than fear and reject them."

He gave his younger brother a deep look, his gaze containing concern, sternness, and a hidden sense of parting.

"I'm leaving; you... take care of yourself."