Chapter 400 The Evil Cultivator Who Killed His Own Father and Daughter (6)

"mother--!"

Ling Qing'an screamed in despair, desperately trying to lunge forward.

The wind blade formed from spiritual energy arrived in the blink of an eye.

However, just as it reached Shen Ci's heart, only a hair's breadth away, it vanished without a sound in an instant.

It was like hitting a layer of armor that was invisible and intangible, yet incredibly tough.

The attack seemed to have been absorbed.

Shen Ci didn't even twitch an eyebrow; he simply raised his hand slightly.

He smoothed away the non-existent wrinkles on his chest, as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust.

The hem of her clothes was just slightly dirty.

The entire room fell silent.

Ling Chuan's attack was neutralized so easily? Without even the slightest disturbance?

This is something that a mortal body that has just been possessed could never do!

Even a Golden Core cultivator couldn't remain so calm and collected!

A newly possessed body needs time to integrate.

Even if it's a body that's been possessed, it's still just a mortal without spiritual roots, so it's impossible for it to resolve the situation!

Shen Ci slowly raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over everyone.

Ling Chuan looked horrified, as if he had seen a ghost. Ling Hai's expression changed drastically, and Ling Song looked on with suspicion.

The other members of the Ling family were also dumbfounded. She stretched her limbs, making a cracking sound as she did so.

The barren slope was eerily quiet.

If Shen Ci can withstand such an attack, she has already transcended the realm of mortals.

An ordinary mortal would have been gone long ago if they did that.

But this attack didn't even produce the slightest fluctuation or make a sound; it was as if it had been absorbed by something.

Everyone looked at Shen Ci, wondering what she was now.

Is it a human, a ghost, or some kind of evil spirit or heresy?

Shen Ci curled her lips into a smile that sent chills down the spines of the Ling family.

"Third Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Seventh Cousin..."

"Gentlemen, how have you been?"

She, she, she actually knew exactly who everyone present was!

"It seems I didn't die, much to your disappointment?"

Shen Ci slowly got up and stepped out of the dilapidated coffin.

Her feet touched the barren grass and mud, and her plain white burial clothes fluttered slightly in the wind.

It doesn't look like a funeral shroud; instead, it resembles a fairy with an ethereal and otherworldly air, exuding an inexplicable and unapproachable aura.

Those dressed in white are not necessarily fairies; they can also be the dead or people wearing mourning clothes.

Shen Ci's gaze swept over the surprised and uncertain faces of the crowd. That was too close. Fortunately, there was the system.

"Everyone saw the lightning bolt just now."

It is a warning, and also a divine revelation.

It was fate that allowed me to live, that allowed me to keep this life.

"What, you still want to defy the will of Heaven? Try it again!"

She paused, her gaze lingering for a moment on the ashen faces of Ling Chuan and Ling Hai.

"Or is it that you all are so impatient that you dare to disregard even the wishes of the family head and my husband, Ling Cang?"

He is now a Golden Core cultivator.

Guess what? If he knew he had just broken through, you would be eager to grind his wife's body to dust.

What will he think?

Everyone has seen how protective Ling Cang was of his family and how much he loved his mortal wife. He would do anything for her.

Although he has now severed his ties with the mortal world and achieved a breakthrough, no one can guarantee what he would do if someone destroyed the physical body of the wife he once deeply loved.

He killed people simply to prove his point, but he didn't say he wanted to grind their bones to dust. Otherwise, the remains wouldn't have been kept at home for several days.

Proving one's Dao is not an unheard-of method in the cultivation world; there are many ways to achieve it, and killing one's wife to prove one's Dao is not the first.

Therefore, the Ling family members were very accepting of Ling Cang's killing of his wife to prove his Dao, and even thought that he did the right thing and that his Dao heart was very stable.

After all, everyone knows how deep Ling Cang's love for Chen Ci is, how genuine his feelings are, and how he was willing to break with his family for her sake.

Look at him, he loves so deeply, yet now he dares to kill his wife for the sake of the Great Dao. Isn't that enough to prove his heart for the Dao?

That's what they all think.

Ling Chuan's attack had no effect, and he was intimidated by Shen Ci's words. His expression changed, and he dared not make another move.

The crowd's faces darkened as they stared intently at Shen Ci, trying to find some flaw in her.

A mortal dying and being resurrected—could it be an evil spirit? In any case, it could never be her again.

Shen Ci ignored them and walked straight towards Ling Qing'an, who was still in a daze, staring blankly at her.

Ling Qing'an looked up, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, her eyes wide open.

Her eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and a glimmer of hope. Was this really her mother?

Is the person who crawled out of the coffin still her mother, or is it really as they say, that she has been possessed?

Shen Ci walked up to her and stopped.

He didn't hug her immediately, but just looked at her deeply.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions: tenderness, determination, and the same gentleness as always.

Then, she reached out and, instead of stroking, grabbed Ling Qing'an's cold, trembling little hand.

The warmth from my palm felt real and powerful.

It doesn't feel like the warmth a dead person would have.

My mother's voice was as gentle as ever, carrying a calming power.

"Qing'an, come home with your mother."

After saying that, she stopped looking at anyone, took Ling Qing'an's hand (who hadn't fully reacted yet), and turned around.

They walked calmly and steadily down the barren slope in the opposite direction from the Ling family's ancestral home.

The mountain breeze lifted the hem of her white dress and the stray hairs on Ling Qing'an's forehead.

None of the Ling family members stopped them; they simply watched the mother and daughter leave, dumbfounded, standing before the shattered remains of the coffin struck by lightning.

What else can we do? Attacking is pointless anyway. Besides, the person is alive; we can't kill them the first time and then try again.

There's also Ling Qing'an by Shen Ci's side.

Even if her aptitude is poor, she still has spiritual roots. Moreover, she is Ling Cang's only daughter. Ling Cang can kill his wife to prove his Dao, but he never said he would kill his daughter to prove his Dao.

If they were to make another move against Shen Ci, they would inevitably be stopped by Ling Qing'an.

The clan elders would not allow them to lay a hand on Ling Qing'an, as that would alienate Ling Cang from the clan.

Ling Qing'an was led by Shen Ci, her steps following her somewhat mechanically.

Her eyes were fixed on her mother's straight back, and the warmth from her hands brought her a long-lost sense of peace.

Absurdity, surprise, fear, confusion.

Mother, is she really alive?

Or is this just an even crueler dream?

"System, has Ling Qing'an turned evil yet?"

As she walked, Shen Ci asked, because walking was too tiring for a mortal, and she needed to think of a solution.

"You were interrupted in time, host. The biggest reason for Ling Qing'an's descent into darkness is that her mother was killed by her father. Now that you are alive, host."

The villain's descent into darkness was abruptly interrupted.

"Ding-dong!"

Interrupting the descent into darkness and reversing the deepest cause, Ling Qing'an's salvation value increases by 10%.

Current rescue value: 10%.

"Huh? Why did you suddenly get more rescue points?" Shen Ci asked, puzzled. Turning around, she saw Ling Qing following her steadily, seemingly lost in thought.

"Host, as long as Ling Qing'an's mother is alive, she is not dead."

This is one of the greatest forms of redemption; your very existence is a form of redemption for her.