Chapter 798

It was to ask for a protective talisman to return to the country. The mirror asked strangely: "Wow, since you don't want to show your cards completely, why were you at odds with him this morning?"

"My experience of nearly a year outside can't be rounded up, and no excuse can dispel his suspicion." He He Lingchuan's experience grew quickly, and he saw He He Chunhua more clearly than half a year ago, "Our father-son relationship can no longer return to the past; at most, we can maintain a superficial harmony."

Although it wasn't very good before either.

"Since that's the case, I might as well break the gap and draw a clear line. Otherwise, he still wants to use the power of fatherhood to use me as a pawn."

He He Chunhua's desire for control was extremely strong, and He He Lingchuan was no longer a pawn to be manipulated.

The subtext of biding one's time is insufficient strength; and a chess player with strength must seek corresponding respect.

Only then would it be easy for him to do things later.

He He Lingchuan added slowly: "Moreover, my plan has always had the biggest uncertainty."

"Ah, what?"

"He He Chunhua's feelings for his son... I mean, his feelings for me." He He Lingchuan looked at the mirror; the self in the mirror had eyes like a wolf, sinister, calm, and full of calculation. "What I fear most is that he can't bear to be cruel."

In fact, He He Chunhua's feelings for his eldest son were complex and conflicted; his love as a father had never disappeared, but he often wavered between fatherly love and realistic interests. If He He Lingchuan still imitated the original character, causing He He Chunhua's prayer to retreat at the last minute, that would be a huge trouble.

He He Chunhua wasn't praying now, but he would one day in the future.

This is called having a sharp weapon in one's bosom, and the killing intent arises on its own. Holding a trump card, you will always calculate when to play it.

Even if He He Chunhua gave up the idea of praying from now on, He He Lingchuan had a divine mark in his mind, and he had no idea when Naitian would forcibly descend.

This unknown, uncontrollable risk, he must eliminate it as soon as possible!

"I want to force him to make up his mind and stop hesitating."

"..."

The mirror couldn't understand the complex emotions of humans, and He He Lingchuan didn't explain.

He wanted to provoke He He Chunhua in words and actions, forcing him to go all the way down one path and not be half-hearted.

The more powerful, independent, or rather, the less like He He Lingchuan this eldest son was, the greater the probability of He He Chunhua praying.

That is to say, He He Lingchuan had to make He He Chunhua make up his mind to pray, but not let him pray immediately; he even had to be able to control when He He Chunhua prayed.

How to grasp this "degree" well and control the most appropriate timing in his own hands depended on the game between him and He He Chunhua.

No, this should be the game between him and Naitian.

"So have you thought it through?" The mirror chattered, "What exactly are you going to use to deal with 'fate'?"

This master hid everything in his heart, and even it didn't know the specific plan.

"Thought it through long ago." He He Lingchuan stretched, "There is something that even fate and gods cannot resist; perhaps it is our most powerful weapon."

"Oh oh? What treasure?" The mirror listened attentively.

"Greed."

He He Chunhua returned to the study, and before he could sit down, the candle flame on the desk popped a lamp flower.

He He Chunhua subconsciously stared at it.

Under his gaze, the candle flame flickered again and popped another lamp flower.

Clearly, there was no wind in the room.

He immediately dismissed all the servants in the room, closed the doors and windows, and then placed a statue to the east, put an incense burner, lit seven sticks of incense, and prayed sincerely.

When the smoke filled the air, he took blood from his fingertip and dripped it into the incense burner.

So the smoke immediately took on a bit of blood color, slowly condensing into a human face.

It was called a human face, but it was actually just the prototype of facial features, and the specific appearance couldn't be seen at all. But He He Chunhua could feel it watching him, its gaze supreme and majestic.

He bowed his head and saluted: "My Lord."

A low and cold voice sounded: "He He Chunhua, your eldest son has returned?"

"Yes." He He Chunhua was respectful on the surface, but slightly shocked in his heart; how long had Chuan'er been back, and how did Naitian discover it? "Where did he go in the past ten months?"

He He Chunhua recounted it in a few words, as it was.

Naitian listened and sneered: "That is talking nonsense with a straight face."

"Yes, but we can't verify it either. Instead, he even brought back money and Other Rongshan people to corroborate his whereabouts." He He Chunhua still admired this point a bit.

Not seeing him for half a year, he looked at his eldest son with new eyes.

"There is something abnormal about him." Naitian said, "The divine mark exists, so I know he is still alive. Sometimes I even lose the sense; he probably entered other small worlds."

"Did he really go to the Xulu country?"

"He did go to Between Beijia, but the divine mark cannot lock the specific location." Otherwise, why would the first divine descent still require a ritual held by He He Chunhua, the summoner? It was because of the existence of the barrier between the two worlds, causing the divine mark to be unable to truly and clearly locate the skin, so this ritual was needed to point the way! If there were no ritual, if Naitian wanted to forcibly descend, it would have to search for the location of the skin itself, which would be a lot of effort!

"Prepare yourself; hold a divine descent in the near future!" Naitian notified him, "The sooner the better!"

"My Lord!" He He Chunhua raised his head in shock, "Everything is peaceful, why is a divine descent needed?"

"His fate line has changed drastically; it was clear before, but now it is unclear. I can't even strip his luck and transfer it to you. There must be some power interfering. In addition, some changes related to me seem to have appeared in the dark; I don't like it at all!"

This last sentence was said very severely, and He He Chunhua didn't understand: "What happened on your side?"

Intuition told him that the last sentence was the reason Naitian suddenly wanted a divine descent, rather than being truly curious about his eldest son's past experiences.

The God of Fate doesn't like accidents; ironic, isn't it? Naitian didn't explain either, but said: "I have to come down and see for myself to figure out the cause!"

He He Chunhua didn't say a word.

"Why, are you reluctant now?" Naitian sneered, "When you begged me for help before, weren't you swearing that you would definitely offer your eldest son to me?"

He He Chunhua moved his Adam's apple twice, his mouth full of bitterness.

Although he had psychological preparation long ago, when this day truly arrived, his heart still ached, like a needle prick.

Naitian saw he didn't respond and softened his tone: "You don't need to worry too much; the divine descent won't cause much damage to him."

"Won't it?" He He Chunhua wasn't so easily fooled, "I checked the divine descents over the years; the human bodies that carried them were almost torn apart in the end!"

Therefore, when he interacted with He He Lingchuan, he couldn't help but imagine his eldest son torn apart, sometimes even waking up from such nightmares.

When he had nothing, he could discard what he loved in his heart.

But as his official career flourished and his power grew, the annoyance in his heart also grew with each passing day.

If he hadn't used Naitian's power in the beginning...

(End of chapter)