Nothing in this world is accidental; everything is inevitable under the trajectory of the natural order.
Cause and effect cycle, endless cycle of life.
After mastering the ninth level of the Great Golden Light Mantra, Zheng Nansheng finally understood why Su Hanyi, who was still a monk at the time, had said that once he mastered the Great Golden Light Mantra to the ninth level, he would no longer stop Zheng Nansheng from killing Lin Yu.
When a person sees through their past and present lives, when all the truths are laid bare.
He really couldn't bring himself to hurt Lin Yu, that poor soul.
Not only Lin Yu, but even Lu Wuyan was just a pawn being used.
Once they've been used, they'll be ruthlessly discarded.
Of course, Zheng Nansheng himself was one of them.
However, his piece is more useful, which is why it can stay on the board longer.
In order to protect this piece, one might even eliminate all the other pieces.
But once he's gone, he'll be discarded.
It's just setting up a new game.
It's not difficult at all.
Those who manipulate the game treat people as chess pieces, playing with the worst aspects of human nature.
Just to satisfy his ridiculous vanity.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
This was the first time he had cried since assuming the position of Immortal Venerable.
There was no anger, no hatred.
Only a profound sense of powerlessness.
I feel like my past persistence was a huge joke.
The more truth I learn, the more unbearable the pain becomes.
It's unbearable.
Those who are defeated by setbacks and failures are weak.
Those who run away and cry because of their incompetence are cowards.
He didn't want to be weak, much less a coward.
At this moment, he truly wished he had never been involved in any of this.
Even for just a moment, he wanted to escape.
Zheng Nansheng arrived at the courtyard where Zheng Kaiyuan and He Yuwei lived, looking utterly dejected.
The lights were still on.
They've all become ordinary people; it's time for them to rest.
Zheng Nansheng stood outside the door, raised his hand, and hesitated, not daring to knock.
What are we going in there for?
Tell me about your background?
But there's nothing they can do. Even if they find out, all they can do is worry.
Telling them about this will only cause more pain for two more people.
Nothing else can be changed.
Let's go.
Zheng Nansheng turned around dejectedly, about to leave, when the door behind him suddenly opened.
The creaking of the wooden door didn't sound harsh at all at that moment.
He Yuwei pulled him close, looking very happy:
"No wonder I wasn't sleepy tonight! It turns out my son is coming to see me! We're really on the same wavelength! Come in, I made some snacks today and was just thinking of bringing them to you tomorrow morning."
Zheng Nansheng lowered his head, trying to hold back his tears.
He can do it.
He had done this many times and had never failed.
It's not difficult.
Children always think they're hiding it well, but in their mothers' eyes, it's all a lie.
She loves you, so how could she not notice your grievances, understand your pain, or feel your stubbornness?
When He Yuwei touched Zheng Nansheng's head, Zheng Nansheng's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Without asking why, He Yuwei hugged her son, who was a head taller than her.
Zheng Nansheng buried his face in her shoulder and cried.
A mother's shoulders may not be broad or strong, and may even be somewhat frail, but they can bear all the grievances of her children.
Zheng Nansheng asked her, "Can I be your son forever?"
He Yuwei said, "Yes."
Even the will of Heaven cannot take away a mother's child.
That night, Zheng Nansheng did not tell He Yuwei and Zheng Kaiyuan about his past life.
The two of them tacitly refrained from asking.
...
At Kitano Glacier, the ice on the central lake has completely melted, and even the original green stones on the lake shore have been exposed.
White steam was rising from the surface of the lake.
The old ancestor stared at the lake, his heart unable to find peace for a long time.
With his temper so intense, how could his young apprentice possibly bear it?
If it gets any bigger, it will turn his entire territory into water.
He was in the lake, sometimes diving, sometimes splashing water.
After a while, he touched a stone and skipped it across the water. Although he was not very good at it, he had a lot of fun.
His cheerful demeanor contrasted sharply with that of his two disciples who were meditating with their eyes closed.
The disciples and their descendants are all frantically studying, while the ancestor is only concerned with having fun.
Su Hanyi opened her eyes first, looked up at the sky, and said with a mocking expression: "Old man, you're quite insidious."
When the old ancestor heard Su Hanyi's voice, he thought he was talking about him, and his anger flared up instantly.
He was about to go over and teach Su Hanyi a lesson.
Teach him to respect teachers and value morality.
Only upon closer inspection did they realize that Su Hanyi was speaking towards the sky.
The old ancestor leaned closer to him, gazing at the sky in the same manner:
Who are you looking at?
Su Hanyi said, "Look at my father, who is good for nothing except blood ties."
"Huh? Who's your father? Don't try to claim kinship with me. Who would dare to be your father? It's not like I'm tired of living. If you're going to cause trouble, cause trouble for that old scoundrel Fu Qingli. He's a jinx to his sons, and you're a jinx to your fathers. You're a perfect match!"
When the ancestor ascended to heaven, Su Hanyi had already conquered the land, so she did not know that Su Hanyi's original form was Fu Qingli's disobedient and unfilial eldest son.
He touched his neck, still resentful about Su Hanyi almost twisting his head off.
Even if his head is cut off, he won't die, but the pain will still be the same.
The physical pain is secondary; the emotional pain is also real.
It is said that a teacher for a day is a father for life.
Su Hanyi was the first child he picked up.
I raised them with the utmost care when they were little.
He wasn't even that dedicated to his cultivation.
Even if they are one's own children, they are no different.
However, his eldest disciple, whom he hadn't seen for many years, wanted to twist his head off as soon as they met, almost causing him to die from filial piety.
Although, he was in the wrong first...
But we can't just ignore his explanation.
We can't kill them just because we know they won't die.
Where is his authority as a master?
Where is the disciple's respect?
Where is the father that Su Hanyi mentioned?
Honestly, if he had a son like that, he probably wouldn't be able to resist abandoning him too.
However, most people in the upper realm do not know that the God-King has an eldest son.
That's a bit strange.
How long will it take for this kind of explosive news to disappear without a trace?
What deep-seated hatred could justify abandoning your son for so long?
Did they also have their heads twisted off?
That would be stingy.
Why would you do something like that when you're not going to die?
Su Hanyi withdrew her gaze and stared intently at the ancestor.
The old ancestor felt a chill run down his spine and his blood run cold.
He stammered, "What? Are you trying to betray your master and ancestors?"
Su Hanyi smiled and shook her head: "No, I plan to commit patricide for the righteous path."
"Kill...kill what the hell?"
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