Chapter 855: Resentment Ends

The four of them moved forward rapidly under the protection of the Lamp Spirit's invisibility technique.

This divine ability could also isolate their aura, so although they brushed shoulders with the monster pack coming head-on, they didn't attract their attention.

This avoided unnecessary fighting. He Jing's goal in entering the secret realm was only the Great Fanghu.

However, although they were invisible, occasionally some monsters would cast suspicious glances.

These were leader-level monsters, with very strong spiritual perception; even if they couldn't see or smell them, they still felt something was wrong.

Fortunately, they were all heading east and were too lazy to stop and check.

He Lingchuan and Qiu Hu's progress was also without danger.

They also brushed shoulders with several groups of monsters, but He Lingchuan had taken out the skin of Lord Boshan and draped it over the two of them, making them invisible in the eyes of the monsters.

Both sides used invisibility techniques without prior consultation.

Qiu Hu's curiosity was pitifully small, but at this time he couldn't help but ask: "Is He Chunhua really your father?"

"In terms of bloodline, yes."

"..."

He Lingchuan turned his head and saw the look of sympathy he couldn't hide.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror in his arms also exclaimed: "Rare to see you reveal your true feelings!"

This master was as cunning as a ghost, as shrewd as a ghost, but he was so tragic when breaking with his father, even it was a little moved.

He Lingchuan didn't explain, just smiled slightly.

"I knew he offered sacrifices to the gods long ago, and I had to solve this hidden danger when I came back this time. You don't need to worry."

Qiu Hu had nothing to worry about; He Lingchuan's maturity and courage were far beyond his peers, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen this master: "No, I'm afraid you'll be soft-hearted."

"In your opinion?"

Qiu Hu shook his head: "I dare not say."

"Slippery." He Lingchuan laughed, "Then I'll change the question, if this were your father, what would you do?"

"Chop him with one knife." Qiu Hu didn't hesitate, "He is unbenevolent, I am unrighteous."

That was truly a Qiu Hu-style answer.

"You lost your parents at a young age and didn't spend time with them, which is why you are so tough." Qiu Hu was born tough and never cared about his background; He Lingchuan similarly didn't mind digging into his wounds, "What about Old Man Bai who raised you for many years?"

Qiu Hu's mouth tightened into a straight line.

After the Rongshan Sect picked up the young Qiu Hu, they handed him over to the Bai family village at the foot of the mountain to raise. Old Man Bai and Qiu Hu were like father and son. He Lingchuan using this analogy really made him struggle for a moment.

But he couldn't not answer the young master's question, so Qiu Hu thought while sneaking: "If Old Man Bai dared to treat me like this, it would mean he values self-interest far more than me!"

He Lingchuan thought Qiu Hu said this well. Whether to sacrifice one's own son to the gods or not, the key lay in the choice:

Is the son more important, or are the benefits brought by the sacrifice more important? Everything has value, and the value of everything can be compared in the end.

This is called weighing.

"And then?"

"It should be so." Qiu Hu didn't even frown, "All living beings are like this, how can I demand him to be an exception?" The first rule of all living beings is self-interest. "However!"

His voice was very low and firm: "My life, no one has the right to take away, not even Old Man Bai. Therefore, if he dares to do this, first I will repay the kindness of raising me with the emotion of not killing, then send him a sum of gold and silver to support his old age; finally, break his palm to show punishment, and from then on, we are severed!"

His calculation was based on the kindness of raising, the affection of father and son, and the hatred of betrayal.

He Lingchuan laughed: "That's a good way."

This kid had courage; although emotion was the most complex thing in the world, as long as you were willing to raise a sharp knife and take a ruthless hand, you could still execute it decisively.

For example, He Chunhua practiced it personally.

But what about He Lingchuan himself? He was a lonely soul from another world, with neither the kindness of raising nor the affection of father and son with He Chunhua, this cheap father.

Since there was no kindness or affection, there was naturally no talk of the pain of being betrayed.

He Lingchuan only regarded He Chunhua as an opponent, with hatred but no resentment.

On the contrary, after several life-and-death experiences in the demon country and greatly increased experience, he understood He Chunhua's approach from the perspective of a bystander.

This guy was more determined and decisive than most people in the world.

Those who achieve great things do not care about trifles.

What is a "trifle"? It is the price you have to pay.

No matter how much He Chunhua loved this son, no matter how guilty he felt toward He Lingchuan's original body, no matter how he suffered from conscience at night, when it was time to sacrifice, he wouldn't have the slightest hesitation.

Is it enough to be fearless of danger and unyielding to achieve great things? Not enough, you have to be ruthless.

Ruthless to others, even more ruthless to yourself.

People who only think about lying flat and surviving in this kind of life-and-death game will eventually either become someone else's mule or someone else's sacrifice. Before being crushed into mud, they still cry and shout "why," not knowing that the ending was already doomed, and falling into that fate was just following the steps.

Qiu Hu asked him: "What do you plan to do?"

"If He Chunhua can leave the Panlong secret realm alive, we'll see then." He Lingchuan had more important things to do, "To me, he is already useless."

Before this, he had been dealing with He Chunhua in every possible way, pretending to be respectful, all to let him summon Naluo Tian's avatar directly in the Panlong secret realm.

Since the goal had been achieved, He Lingchuan scolded him and left, not even bothering to look at him again. There were monsters everywhere here, and He Chunhua only had Zhao Qinghe by his side; whether he could survive depended entirely on heaven's will.

If he could survive, the scolding He Lingchuan gave him when breaking with him would likely make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

As long as He Chunhua still believed that He Lingchuan was his eldest son, and even as long as He Lingchuan insisted that he was the original body and hadn't been swapped, the so-called "Zhong Shengquan possession" wouldn't be an excuse for inviting the god, and "sacrificing the eldest son for selfish desires" would become a sharp thorn in He Chunhua's heart.

Death penalty can be avoided, but living sin is hard to escape. If He Chunhua could leave the Panlong secret realm alive, He Lingchuan hoped this would be the "living sin" he would have to suffer in the future, the torture his conscience would have to bear in the dead of night.

He understood He Chunhua, which didn't mean he liked this person or this person's approach.

He hoped He Chunhua could deeply feel the words "there is a price for inviting gods."

This price, in every aspect.

The word "useless" was very cold-blooded. Qiu Hu felt relieved when he heard it.

The more calm the young master was, the more rational and trustworthy his decisions were.

After shaking off two more restless monsters, ahead was General Hong's tomb.

The buildings around had been razed more than a hundred years ago, and in the half-acre of flat land, General Hong's tomb stood alone.

But behind the tomb...

He Lingchuan swept his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, signaling Qiu Hu to hide.

The two were full of patience, lying in the shadow of the ruins for dozens of breaths, seeing that it was quiet ahead, Qiu Hu gestured:

Go or not? The legendary supreme treasure might be ahead.

He Lingchuan waved his hand gently, pointing to the back of General Hong's tomb.

What was there? Borrowing the lightning in the sky, Qiu Hu tried his best to look, but saw nothing.

Only a piece of dilapidated building.

But he believed in He Lingchuan's judgment and stayed lying down.

Under the cover of Lord Boshan's skin, He Lingchuan's eyes were thoughtful, signaling to him: Danger.

Qiu Hu's face changed slightly, a gust of wind blew from the front, and he suddenly raised his nose and sniffed twice.

There was a smell of blood in the wind.

He quietly leaned forward, only to find a small dark stain on the sand beside the tomb, which was not conspicuous at night.

Blood?

Which unlucky guys died here before? Just one step away from General Hong's tomb! But this also confirmed He Lingchuan's words, this open space was indeed fraught with murderous intent.

However, how long were they going to wait?

He Lingchuan was not in a hurry, and he was not in a hurry either. When hunting demon beasts in the mountains before, he could go two days and two nights without eating, sleeping, or moving.

Both adjusted their breathing, slowed their heartbeats, so as not to be detected by external objects.

Lightning flashed across the sky again, dyeing the Panlong secret realm blood red.

Hmm? Blood red? He Lingchuan looked up at the sky, and was shocked to find that the world in the dome was thundering again, the red giant shadow was still shuttling through the clouds, but its speed was slower than before, and it seemed a bit strenuous when turning.

What slowed it down, was it Naluo Tian's avatar?

However, he didn't find Naluo Tian's avatar, but saw red light flashing in the cloud cluster, although weak, it didn't escape his eyes.

That red light seemed to accompany the red giant shadow, and didn't go out for a long time.

What happened? He Lingchuan had some ominous premonitions.

The avatar of Naluo Tian appeared in the dome just now, showing that it had indeed rushed into the trap He Lingchuan set, but before the red giant shadow could show its power, it suddenly disappeared.

Where did that thing go? As an external god, could it still have a hiding place in the world of the Great Fanghu?

This was not in He Lingchuan's plan.

Not seeing its final fate made him very uneasy.

Where did it go wrong? And the red giant shadow had been moving in the dome for a long time, and people in the Panlong secret realm could still see it, meaning this error hadn't been corrected for a long time.

This showed that the Great Fanghu was very busy.

It had to maintain this Panlong secret realm, connect to the Great Fanghu lid, deal with the adventurer teams and Que Beasts running around, and also find the missing Naluo Tian.

Don't forget, it also had a huge and precise Panlong world to maintain.

Perhaps there were other troubles He Lingchuan didn't know about, and it had to deal with them in time.

But how could he intervene in what happened above the dome? At most, he could squat here and worry.

Forget it, he and the Great Fanghu each had their own difficulties to overcome. He'd better fight this game below first.

He Lingchuan adjusted his breath and forcibly calmed his mind.

This time, he felt different when looking inside.

He felt the original body's emotions for the last time, resentment, joy, attachment, sadness.

These gradually turned into relief.

After all, the things He Lingchuan promised it had all been done, not only confronting He Chunhua face-to-face but also scolding him happily, relieving the final resentment and unwillingness.

He Lingchuan also satisfied its request, sparing He Chunhua's life to fulfill the final bit of father-son affection.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 856 =====