As for why its clansmen treated it so poorly, Little Red didn't know either. It was quite confused, because compared to its clansmen, it was indeed rather special.
For instance, its speed was something its clansmen simply didn't possess. And it could break through the energy guarding the Ancient Immortal Essence, but its clansmen couldn't.
Likewise, all its clansmen possessed cultivation, but Little Red didn't. Even though its speed was so great that not even the clan leader could catch up to it, Little Red had no cultivation whatsoever.
After hearing Little Red's story, Chu Feng felt even more warmly toward it. From the bottom of his heart, he felt a desire to protect Little Red — the feeling one has for family.
Because Little Red's experience was so similar to his own. The only difference was that back when Chu Feng was in the Chu Family, despite suffering endless exclusion, he at least had his adoptive father who treated him well, his older brother who cared for him, and Sister Chu Yue who was kind to him.
But Little Red had no one. Not a single soul treated it well — even its so-called parents had only used it.
So in truth, Little Red was even more pitiable than Chu Feng had been. And what was most remarkable was that even though the Royal-level Spirit Insects had been so cruel to Little Red, it still held deep affection for them — willing even to perish along with them if it meant avenging its clansmen.
This made Chu Feng realize that no matter how shameless Little Red's personality might be, no matter how despicable its usual behavior, deep down it was someone who valued loyalty and righteousness above all.
"Little Red, what I'm about to say might make you sad, but I still have to tell you." After hearing Little Red's story, Chu Feng suddenly spoke up.
"Go ahead, Boss. My tolerance is pretty strong — I've been bullied since I was little, after all." Little Red said with a grin, its two tiny black eyes squinting into little crescent moons. Looking at it that way, it might have been ugly, but it was actually rather cute.
"In my opinion, you're not a Royal-level Spirit Insect. And precisely because you're not a Royal-level Spirit Insect, your clansmen excluded you," Chu Feng said.
"Huh? Why do you say that, Boss?" Hearing this, Little Red was quite surprised. It clearly had never considered this before.
But it couldn't be blamed for that. After all, within the Blood Devouring Killing Formation, there were only two types of creatures — the Blood Devouring Insects, which were low-intelligence beings, and the Royal-level Spirit Insects.
And though Little Red was special, its appearance was very similar to that of the Royal-level Spirit Insects. Naturally, it firmly believed itself to be a Royal-level Spirit Insect and had never once doubted it.
But in Chu Feng's eyes, Little Red was absolutely not a Royal-level Spirit Insect. So he said, "You just described the differences between you and your clansmen. And apart from you, all your other clansmen are nearly identical — that alone proves you are not a Royal-level Spirit Insect."
"Then what exactly am I?" Little Red asked. It wasn't feeling sorrowful — it simply wanted to know what it truly was.
"I can't say for certain what you are, but you should be quite powerful — more powerful than a Royal-level Spirit Insect," Chu Feng told Little Red.
He said this because he wanted Little Red to know that it wasn't one of the Royal-level Spirit Insects, and that the Royal-level Spirit Insects had treated it poorly — which would help ease the pain in its heart.
"Really?" Sure enough, after hearing Chu Feng's words, Little Red's entire aura changed — it was no longer so heavy and oppressive.
"Little Red may love to deceive others, but I would never deceive Little Red," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Boss, Little Red will never deceive you again," Little Red said with a serious expression.
"Then it's a promise," Chu Feng said.
"Pinky swear." Little Red raised its little tail, actually wanting to pinky-swear with Chu Feng.
And Chu Feng, wearing a gentle smile, extended his finger and hooked it with Little Red's tiny tail.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three more days passed. These three days for Chu Feng had truly been filled with anxiety.
Because even if the Dark Hall's people couldn't find them, the ancient Fierce Beasts could be released at any moment. And if those ancient Fierce Beasts were set free, Chu Feng and the others would be in grave danger — after all, they were a group of terrifying ancient creatures that knew nothing but slaughter.
Fortunately, they had Little Red, that mischievous rascal. The little fellow was practically a bundle of joy, and it managed to ease Chu Feng's tension considerably.