Chapter 227 Tang Chen Knows Si He Is Her Daughter
In an instant.
Countless memories and clues flashed through my mind:
Ah Zhan said to her:
"I caught a familiar scent from her..."
"What's that aura?"
"A sense of kinship, but very faint."
Xia Jingheng said to her:
"Study that Soul-Chasing Technique book carefully when you get back. Perhaps one day it can help you find some of what you've lost."
It turned out that what she had lost wasn't just her overthinking, but exactly as she had guessed...
Sihe is Fuling!
Fu Ling was a junior disciple whom Elder Gua and Fu Tu rescued from a great fire.
Fu Ling's entire family was also burned to death in the fire.
Fu Ling's enemy is also Qing Xuan!
No wonder—
No wonder Fu Ling had just told her, "Ming County was once my hometown, how could I destroy it..."
Unfortunately, she was blinded by hatred at the time.
I can no longer see anything clearly.
—Yes, how could her daughter destroy Ming County with her own hands!
The daughter's first hair, treasured for a thousand years, has fulfilled its mission.
How could she not have thought of that!
She never imagined her daughter was still alive!
Ah Ling!
Ah Ling—
Tang Chen bent down and ran towards Si He.
boom--
Their path was firmly blocked by the Book of Life and Death.
As she watched the black aura around Si He dissipate, her heart ached, and she wished she could die in her place.
She looked down at her sinful hands, her eyes filled with resentment!
What on earth did she do to her daughter?!
"Qingbao, let me see her..." Tang Chen knelt on the ground, having lost all the demeanor of an immortal.
His tone was filled with endless pleading.
Qingbao looked at her with red eyes, without saying a word.
He simply used his resentment to repair Sihe's body.
The little one cried until he lost his voice, his little hands constantly stroking his mother's back.
"Mother, Mother, a gentle breath will ease the pain, Mother—"
Si He's consciousness was hazy, a smile tugged at the corner of her bloodied mouth, "Qingbao... I'm so glad you're alright, Mother, Mother isn't in pain—"
“Qingbao… Mother is a vengeful ghost too, just like you… She died and will… will come back.”
"Baby, don't cry..."
She struggled to raise her hand, wanting to wipe away Qingbao's tears.
But I'm so tired, I don't even have the strength to lift my arm.
What should I do?
She's dead, what will happen to Qingbao?
Her child, her precious darling, is only three years old.
The Heavenly Stele Sword lay at his feet, having lost all its light. The sparks that had scorched Ming County gradually died down, and the heat dissipated.
But on this desolate land, three heartbroken people returned from a thousand years ago.
*
"Brother Yi's move was really good; he managed to make the three of them kill each other so easily."
Xuan Yue stood beside Zhu Yi, stepping on a cloud.
They lowered their eyes and easily saw the three of them fall apart, killing each other and no longer trusting one another.
This move resulted in Tianxian suffering no loss whatsoever.
Zhu Yi didn't even glance at her; he simply stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the mortal world, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.
"It's a pity that so many innocent people died." He sighed with a heavy heart.
Xuan Yue slightly raised her chin, "All sacrifices are worthwhile to kill those who are destined for heavenly tribulation. Once we ascend to godhood, we will protect them and ensure that the human world will no longer suffer."
Zhu Yi nodded slightly and gave instructions to his disciples.
"This was your doing. You shall stay here and perform rituals to deliver the souls of the wronged people of Ming County. There must be no mistakes."
"Yes, Sect Leader is merciful!"
The disciples answered in unison.
The sect leader and his wife have the opportunity to ascend to immortality, so the cause and effect can be borne by their subordinates.
A ritual to deliver the deceased can also offset a significant amount of karmic debt.
The sect leader has the world in his heart; this decision is for the sake of the disciples and the people of Ming County.
Truly, the spirit of an immortal!
*
Meanwhile, in the capital city.
Xia Jingheng was in Fu Tu's room.
He gripped the lot in his hand, his knuckles trembling slightly, sensing the unease in his heart.
"Although I cherish all the warmth of the human world, I cannot stand by and watch them get hurt. Fu Tu, if you were me, you would understand me, right?"
wrong.
He is who he is.
One of them had only a soul, and the other had only a body.
Only when they are combined can they be considered a complete soul and body.
This is Xia Jingheng's mission in being born into this world.
His soul loves someone.
No matter what Fu Ling did, he would not hate her.
"Promise me, after you wake up, don't hate A-Ling..." Xia Jingheng murmured softly.
His tone carried a hint of reluctance and longing.
"Take good care of my father, mother, grandmother, younger siblings, the people of Great Xia... and the soldiers who died protecting me..."
"I fell in love with Sihe, not because of you..."
The most painful thing in the world is that after becoming himself, he becomes a part of someone else.
"Fu Tu...promise me..."
The gentle and dignified crown prince slowly closed his eyes and broke the divination slip in his hand.
The spiritual energy dissipated, transforming into twinkling starlight.
The consciousness that gathered the black energy was slowly guided into Xia Jingheng's body.
One soul, one body.
Amidst the intertwining of black mist and white light, they rapidly rotated and merged.
Outside the door.
With fingers as white as jade, she slowly opened the door.
The moment the guard saw Xia Jingheng, his eyes widened, and he quickly knelt down to pay his respects.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Xia Jingheng said expressionlessly, "Rise."
He then strode away, his posture rising.
The guards exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with undisguised shock.
Your Highness, can you walk now?
*
Ming County.
The scorching air had not yet dissipated.
After breathing, the three people inside felt their lungs ache from the heat.
Behind Sihe, Qingbao used her power as a judge to continuously supply Sihe with her divine power, just to preserve her soul.
Tang Chen knelt to the side, but her gaze never left him for a moment.
She knew that her spiritual energy could not save Fu Ling, who possessed the cultivation of a vengeful ghost, so she could only endure the suppression of the Book of Life and Death.
I looked at them with red eyes.
"Ah Ling...you must hold on..." Tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the cracked, scorched earth, and disappeared without a trace.
Pain and self-blame will haunt her forever...
Qingbao was so anxious she almost cried.
"Mother, Mother, please accept Qingbao's power..."
The judge's power passed through Sihe's body and then dissipated completely.
Si He no longer had the strength to open her eyes. She was lifted up by the judge's strength, but her head still drooped.
Qingbao exerted all her strength, hoping to protect her mother's soul.
The next moment.
The repulsive force was stronger, sending the tiny person flying.
Qingbao stumbled and ran towards her mother. She lay on the ground and hugged her mother, crying in a hoarse, childlike voice.
"Mother—what should Qingbao do?"
Tang Chen felt utterly hopeless, so much pain that she couldn't move an inch.
Just then.
A figure appeared quickly and arrived here.
He picked up Qingbao.
Qingbao turned her head and met a familiar face, "Jing Heng?"
"It's me, Qingbao, don't worry."
A complex look flashed across Qingbao's eyes.
Is it really you?
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