Chapter 402 Slaying His Own Father and Daughter: The Evil Cultivator (8)
They arrived at the warehouse quickly.
The person guarding the storeroom was a middle-aged deacon in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, surnamed Wang. He recognized Shen Ci, since Shen Ci used to be in charge of the family business.
Upon seeing Shen Ci, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stood blocking the doorway, unable to speak coherently.
Aren't dead people dead?!
"Husband, Madam?!"
You are not, not today!
Shen Ci interrupted him, unable to speak clearly. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked somewhat tired and weak.
"Deacon Wang, I just woke up and my mind is still a little unstable."
Before the patriarch went into seclusion, he instructed me that I could come directly to the storeroom to take any medicinal herbs or treasures I needed to stabilize my soul.
What, are you going to stop me?
"If you delay things, can you bear the consequences when the patriarch emerges from seclusion?"
She used to manage the family's affairs, and she was very skilled at speaking to these people.
When Steward Wang heard that it was the head of the family who gave the order, and thinking of the lady who had been at the funeral that morning and had now returned, his heart pounded with anxiety.
Who doesn't know that the head of the household favors his wife?
If this really was arranged by the head of the family, would he dare to stop it?
After hesitating for a long time, Deacon Wang stepped aside and said respectfully.
"Please come in, Madam, but please hurry, as this is a sensitive area."
"I know the rules."
Shen Ci didn't say anything more, and pulled Ling Qing'an inside, the heavy stone door closing behind them.
The warehouse was large and divided into several areas, with items arranged in categories on the shelves.
Although the Ling family is just a small family in Qingxi City, they have accumulated quite a bit of wealth over the years.
Shen Ci glanced at the scene and got a general idea of what was going on.
She pointed to the shelves.
"Qing'an, quick! Pack it in a storage bag!"
Over there, I've taken all the low-grade spirit stones!
Take all the pills on that shelf over there—Qi Gathering Pills, Rejuvenation Pills, Yuan Nourishing Pills, whatever they are!
And over there, I've collected the materials for refining weapons: black iron, refined gold, and copper mother!
Over there are talismans, cinnabar, and blank jade slips; take whatever you find useful!
The original owner was in charge of the business and knew everything about the household better than anyone.
Shen Ci was like a bandit entering a village; he took everything he saw and had to bring it with him. Ling Qing'an was bewildered, but she was very obedient.
I did whatever my mother said.
Shen Ci urged her on impatiently, and Ling Qing'an was also somewhat anxious, busily moving between the shelves, constantly collecting treasures.
Large piles of spirit stones vanished instantly, and bottles of pills that were neatly arranged disappeared from cabinet to cabinet.
Refining materials, talisman-making materials, and even some decent but not top-grade spiritual herbs were all stuffed into storage bags and rings under Shen Ci's direction.
Sweat quickly beaded on Ling Qing'an's forehead, but her mother was very anxious, so she endured it and continued to collect the sweat.
Soon, almost all the shelves in the warehouse were emptied. Shen Ci looked around, still a little uneasy, and said to Ling Qing'an.
"Qing'an, use a trick to deceive people, just to make it look fake so that they can't tell at a glance."
Ling Qing'an doesn't know many spells, but she does know the simplest illusions.
She made a hand seal, and a faint spiritual energy covered the empty shelves. From a distance, it looked as if there were still some things piled up there, but a closer look would definitely reveal the truth.
A powerful cultivator would be able to tell it's fake as soon as they arrive.
"Let's go home!"
Shen Ci was very satisfied. She pulled her daughter and quickly left the storeroom. When Steward Wang saw that they came out so quickly, he breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to ask any more questions.
They returned to the courtyard where Shen Ci and Ling Cang used to live.
The place remains as it was, but it exudes a sense of desolation and loneliness.
Based on the original owner's memories, Shen Ci went directly to the hidden compartment and several boxes for storing items on the inside of the bedroom.
"These talismans—golden light talismans, protective talismans, and speed talismans—are just what we need."
As Shen Ci spoke, she deftly patted several protective amulets onto Ling Qing'an's body and then affixed a few to herself.
These talismans are effective even for mortals and are easy to use, making them very suitable for her since she has no spiritual roots.
She opened several jade boxes, which contained rare elixirs that Ling Cang had previously found for her, some for nourishing the body and others for detoxifying.
There are even two Explosive Spirit Pills that can quickly unleash potential but have significant side effects, which they are usually reluctant to use.
"Take them all with you, you never know when you might need them."
There are also some low-level magical artifacts that the original owner couldn't use, but Ling Qing'an might be able to use them in the future.
There were also jade slips containing all sorts of random knowledge, and even some food made from spiritual grains and vegetables in the kitchen that could replenish a little spiritual energy.
Shen Ci plucked feathers from a passing goose, collecting everything he deemed useful.
In her own jewelry box, there were still some of her original dowry and magical artifacts and jewelry given to her by Ling Cang. Although they were not of high quality, they were exquisitely crafted and could be exchanged for some spirit stones.
Most of them were for self-preservation, and Shen Ci packed them all up without hesitation.
The bedding and pillows were all made of spirit silkworm silk, which was warm in winter and cool in summer and very useful. Shen Ci rolled them all up and packed them up, emptying the entire house.
Ling Qing'an was completely stunned, her head full of question marks. Were they going to move?
After finishing the most important task, Shen Ci pulled her to sit down, looked into her daughter's eyes, and told her why she had done these things.
"Qing'an, now your mother will tell you the truth."
All the things I just said to the people in the manor were lies.
If your father really wanted to kill me, I really did die once.
But Mother was lucky; she had some stroke of luck and survived.
Ling Qing'an's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling. Thinking about what had happened recently, she felt she couldn't bear it anymore.
Shen Ci pressed down on the child's trembling, icy hand.
"However, once Ling Cang comes out of the pass and learns that I am alive, he will definitely not let it go."
He killed me without hesitation. My relationship with him is now completely severed. My mother will never live with her enemy again.
Mother can no longer stay in the Ling family. Now, Mother is leaving.
"I'm asking you, do you want to stay and continue being the eldest daughter of the Ling family, or do you want to come with your mother, a penniless mortal?"
Ling Qing'an's tears welled up and fell in large drops.
This choice was too painful. She clutched her clothes, her voice choked with sobs. She had never thought of these things before.
"Mother, I...I don't know."
She hadn't even processed the cruel fact that her father had killed her mother, and now she had to face this choice again.
Staying means potentially losing her mother and facing a father who killed her mother, her mother's murderer.
Leaving means giving up a stable life, giving up resources for cultivation, and possibly being wanted by the family.
Ling Qing'an is only thirteen years old now. She hasn't recovered from the huge changes in her family yet, and she has to face such a choice. It's really hard for her to face.
"Qing'an, listen to what your mother has to say." Shen Ci wiped away her tears.
"If you stay, you will still be the eldest daughter of the Ling family. Even if your talent is average, the family will not treat you too badly because of your father."
The family will provide some of the resources you need for cultivation in the future.
Your father is still your father.
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