Chapter 397 Slaying His Own Father and Daughter: The Evil Cultivator 3
"System, did Ling Cang not remarry and have children later?"
After reading it, Shen Ci asked.
"Host, you are truly farsighted!"
After Ling Cang's breakthrough, the Ling family became the most prominent family for a time.
At that time, some clansmen suggested that Ling Cang should remarry and leave behind several talented bloodlines in the family. This time, they would never agree to let a mortal marry into the family again.
Ling Cang initially disagreed. He observed the proper etiquette for three years, then happily married a new woman and took a concubine.
She tried every possible way to have several children! The children she had later were all quite talented, after all, both of her parents were people with spiritual roots.
This is especially bad for the children left behind by the first wife. Ling Qing'an was already not very talented, and now she is even less noticed.
Her life was plunged into complete darkness. She lost her mother, and her father rarely looked at her anymore, as if he had forgotten all the good things that had once been.
That was the darkest moment of her life. Even her younger siblings, who were born later, took advantage of their parents' love and talent to target Ling Qing'an.
Ling Qing'an has never had a day of peace.
At first, I only hoped you were well, but later, she wasn't well for a single day. Her name is truly the shortest prophecy.
"It's not that I'm farsighted, but that most men in the world are like that."
You probably don't know this, but in our world, there was a woman who was terminally ill and pregnant. In order to give birth to her child, she was willing to risk her life and gave up treatment.
Do you know what the result was?
The man gained a child but lost his wife. He was heartbroken for less than six months before remarrying, again citing the need to find someone to take care of the child.
His whole family is looking forward to the child's arrival, but is there no one available to take care of him?
There was another man who posted his deceased wife's memoirs online to gain sympathy from countless people, only to be exposed as having liked and saved only photos of beautiful women from his own city.
You tell me, is this something you're faking or not? Men are born faking it.
This Ling Cang, pretending to wait for three years, what's with all this feigned affection?
The system nodded. "The host is right! The results of the data analysis are very similar to what you said."
"Host, when will we land on this world?"
Shen Ci raised her hand, "Wait a little longer."
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The Ling family of Qingxi City has been enjoying great success lately.
There are several cultivation families in Qingxi City. Among them, the Ling family produced a great expert and has always held the position of the number one family. However, with the fall of that great expert, the Ling family gradually declined.
Strength represents status, and status represents resources.
The majority of the mines in Qingxi City belong to the Ling family. Because of their status, the Ling family urgently needs someone who can support them.
Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Body Integration, Mahayana, Tribulation Transcending.
The Ling family's ancestors included powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, which is why they became the number one family in Qingxi City.
Now, Ling Cang, at only thirty-five years old, has actually broken through to become a young Golden Core cultivator! In Qingxi City, this can be considered the first person to achieve this!
Qingxi City is not large; in the entire Eastern Continent, it is a very small city, and in the entire Canglan Realm, it is insignificant. There are very few Golden Core cultivators here.
Ling Cang has broken through to the Golden Core stage, so his lifespan can be at least several hundred years, while his mortal wife, no matter how many rare and precious materials she uses, can only live to be a hundred at most.
The two were fundamentally mismatched in everyone's eyes.
Ling Cang can now be considered the number one cultivator in Qingxi City, and he is still young. This is equivalent to a junior high school student getting into Tsinghua University.
The Ling family was shaken. If it weren't for Ling Cang's talent, they wouldn't have agreed to that absurd marriage.
Sure enough, they were right. Ling Cang had already formed his core before he was forty years old, becoming a Golden Core cultivator. The Ling family could rest easy for several hundred years.
The Ling family was immersed in joy, and no one cared that a mortal had died.
"Clan leader, that mortal is now dead, and the clan head has broken through to the Golden Core stage."
We should take this opportunity to allow the patriarch to remarry and have more talented and qualified members of the clan!
The tribesman speaking had a burning gaze and excitedly made the suggestion to the elders.
The clan leader thought for a moment, "That mortal just died, and Ling Cang is still in seclusion. We'll discuss this matter after he comes out of seclusion, depending on the situation. Let's not talk about it for now."
Before leaving the pass, I handled the mortal's funeral to avoid disturbing the patriarch's resolve.
In their eyes, this was like a trial, a tribulation.
Now that some are dead and others are in seclusion, the past is simply wiped clean.
“The clan chief is right.”
Should those mortals be buried in their clan's territory?
Where should we bury someone who has died? She was, after all, the mistress of the family. What if we don't handle this properly and anger the head of the family?
We can't just bury it anywhere.
"She is, after all, the head of the family's legal wife. According to the rules, she should be buried in the clan's land."
An elder solemnly said, "Since the person is already dead, they wouldn't go to such lengths, would they? As the saying goes, the dead should be respected."
The proposal was met with strong opposition from another clan elder as soon as it was put forward.
"no!
This woman is just a mortal with no spiritual power. How can she be buried in the Ling family's ancestral land? Wouldn't that disturb the peace of our ancestors?
In my opinion, we should just bury her somewhere outside the clan's territory; that would be the best we can do for her.
It's good enough that she's still on the Ling family's territory; it'll save future generations from grumbling and also preserve their friendship.
In the eyes of some cultivators, mortals are no different from ants.
"Okay, then let's do it this way."
"Hurry up, the funeral will be held tomorrow, and the burial should be completed before the head of the household leaves the pass, lest something unforeseen happens."
There's no need to be so fussy, just ship it over.
They wanted to bury the dead as quickly as possible and pretend nothing had happened. The entire Ling family was happy, and in the face of such a joyous occasion, the funeral of someone unimportant should take a backseat.
"Wouldn't it be inappropriate to do this, after all, Qing'an is still here?"
The elder who had made the earlier suggestion was met with unanimous opposition from the crowd.
"Qing'an is still young, what ideas can she make?"
"Besides, she is also a cultivator, and she knows that there is no future for cultivators and mortals. She should sever this worldly ties so that she can cultivate in peace in the future."
"We'll take care of this."
In just a few words, a few people settled such a big matter.
A person's life is nothing more than a few major events: birth, aging, illness, and death. A birth should be a grand and lively occasion to announce to everyone that a new life has appeared.
While death is also a lively affair, the elders of the Ling family did not intend to hold a grand ceremony, but only wanted to bury him in the ground as soon as possible.
No one asked Ling Qing'an for her opinion; she was now practically an orphan without parents.
The next day, Ling Qing'an was woken up by the noise.
She stayed at the mourning hall for several days and nights. When she got sleepy at night, she would just lie down on a pillar next to her and that would be it. After all, she was her own mother, so she wasn't afraid.
"Don't people have souls?" she thought. "Once my mother's soul appears, I'll find a way to collect it and then try to bring her back to life later."
But after waiting for so long, the soul still hasn't appeared.
There are only two possibilities: either they left without your knowledge, or they are gone, their soul scattered.
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