Chapter 68 It Couldn't Be More Coincidental

Half a month later, Song Ningshu and the other two all advanced. Song Ningshu directly advanced to the late Jindan stage, Qi Yangui advanced to the late Chuqiao stage, and Ming Yi consolidated his strength to the middle stage of Mahayana.

The cultivation levels of the demons and humans are a little different. The first five realms are refining, becoming a demon, mysterious demon, earth demon, and heaven demon. The last four realms are fusion, tribulation, Mahayana, and ascension, which are the same as those of humans.

The cultivation levels of the human race are Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Out-of-Body Realm, Fusion, Tribulation Crossing, Mahayana, and Immortality.

As for the ascension period, it is a legendary realm.

Song Ningshu opened the door and saw Qi Yangui waiting for her, "Junior sister, Master and Senior Lingyun are here."

Ever since absorbing the magic lotus, Qi Yangui discovered that there was a vague connection between himself and his junior sister. This realization made him feel secretly happy.

After hearing this, Song Ningshu's eyes lit up, but he didn't forget his brother, "Senior Brother, is my brother back?"

"He's back. He's in the main hall with Master and the others."

"Then let's go."

When they arrived at the main hall, Song Ningshu and Qi Yangui found the atmosphere a little quiet and neither of them spoke.

But Song Ningshu thought about it and realized that his master was not a talkative person, his brother was also a dull person, and Aunt Ning was not familiar with his brother, so he didn't know what to say.

"Aning!"

As soon as she saw Song Ningshu, Song Xianning couldn't help herself. She appeared in front of Song Ningshu in an instant and hugged her in her arms.

Song Ningshu was stunned, "Aunt Ning?"

"Aning, I am your mother..." Song Xianning observed her expression, which showed joy of regaining what she had lost, guilt, and nervousness on her face.

"What?" Song Ningshu was even more confused. What nonsense was Aunt Ning talking about?

"I'm not lying to you!" Seeing that she didn't believe him, Song Ningshu grabbed her shoulders more nervously, "Do you have a pink butterfly-shaped birthmark on your left shoulder?"

"Yes." Song Ningshu nodded. Looking at Song Xianning's serious and nervous eyes, she believed it a little.

But……

Thinking of something, Song Ningshu's eyes dimmed.

"I'm sorry, Aning. It's mother's fault. I didn't protect you well!" Song Xianning knew from her expression that she had misunderstood. She hurriedly explained, and tears flowed uncontrollably again.

Song Ningshu pursed her lips and listened to her explanation.

"When I gave birth to you that year..." Song Xianning wiped her tears and sat aside while hugging her.

"So, you didn't leave me on purpose, right?" Song Ningshu's eyes also turned red, and her voice was tinged with tears.

During the eight years in the Jiang family, she was used to being treated coldly. Later, when she found out that she was not the child of Jiang Ling and Song Xianxian, she felt happy and lost.

She felt lost because her background was unknown and she was afraid that the truth was that she had been abandoned.

She said she didn't mind, but she still minded in her heart.

She still had a feeling of admiration for the role of a father, and this admiration was given to her master. She also hoped to have the care of a mother.

When she was a child, she hoped more than once that Song Xianxian would pay even a little attention to her, but later she faced the reality.

"Mother definitely didn't abandon you on purpose. I just lost you by accident. I'm sorry, Aning, I only found you now." Song Xianning looked at her cautiously, "Can you forgive mother?"

"I understand, it's not your fault." Song Ningshu hugged her gently.

"Then Aning, can you call me mother?" Song Xianning said with hope on her face.

Song Ningshu pursed her lips, "Mother."

"Oh..." Song Xianning stroked her hair gently.

"Then mother, who is my father?" Song Ningshu asked.

Mo Jinwu walked over, squatted in front of the mother and daughter, held Song Ningshu's hand, and said softly, "Aning, I am your father."

Song Ningshu's eyes widened unconsciously, "Master?"

"Call me daddy." Mo Jinwu corrected.

Song Ningshu turned to look at Song Xianning.

Song Xianning nodded to her.

"Daddy." Song Ningshu smiled and called him softly.

"Yeah." Mo Jinwu's lips curled up into a smile, and his usually stern face softened a lot. He hugged the mother and daughter in his arms.

He holds the two most unique treasures in the world.

Song Ningshu found it very magical. Not long after she found her brother, she found her parents.

Qi Yangui and Shang Zhiyan looked at each other and found it extremely mysterious.

Really, it couldn’t be more coincidental.

When Qi Yangui saw the smiles on the faces of the family of three, he also raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously.