Chapter 415

Wang Maolin patted Tang An's hand and said incoherently, "I, I am your, your, your dad."

Tang An threw him aside. "Don't try to claim a relationship with me; I find you dirty."

With a wave of her hand, a paper glowing with golden light appeared in her hand. On it was the Severance of Kinship Agreement that Tang An had already written.

"From today on, for all eternity, whether it's Tang Zhenzhu or Tang An, there will never be any relationship with you, this piece of scum, ever again."

Wang Maolin's body was already soaked in sweat from the pain, and he looked back in terror.

"No, I won't press my thumbprint."

"I am your dad, your biological father, don't even think about getting rid of me!"

Was he worried about Tang An getting rid of him? No, he was afraid that after signing the Severance of Kinship Agreement, Tang An would really kill him.

"Even if I didn't raise you, the body, hair, and skin are gifts from one's parents. For your whole life, the blood flowing in your body is my, Wang Maolin's, blood!"

He roared hideously, even feeling a perverted sense of pleasure.

Tang An looked at Nezha and finally understood why Nezha had cut his flesh to return it to his mother and removed his bones to return them to his father.

It was a belief, a conviction to completely break free from those so-called paternal shackles in every possible way. For this, he would spare no cost.

Even at this moment, Tang An had a fleeting, identical impulse. It was as if his blood flowing in her bones made her find her own blood dirty.

"Don't," Nezha and Yang Jian said almost simultaneously; they both saw the crazy impulse in the depths of Tang An's eyes.

Sun Wukong hurried forward. "Master, you mustn't hurt yourself for the sake of such a person."

"Although it is said that the body, hair, and skin are gifts from one's parents, the blood flowing in your body is not just his, but also your mother Tang Zhenzhu's."

Tang An was pulled back to reason; she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and adjusted her state.

She stood up and paced, then turned to look at Wang Maolin.

"I, Tang An, was born of Tang Zhenzhu's ten-month pregnancy. I, Tang An, was raised by my grandmother through eighteen years of hard work and toil."

"It is said that if one gives birth and raises a child, a beheading can repay it. If one does not give birth but raises, a hundred lifetimes cannot repay it."

"But you, Wang Maolin, gave birth but did not raise; a severed finger can repay it."

Wang Maolin gasped for air in pain, his eyes full of expectation; he expected Tang An to sever her own finger, expected her to hurt herself.

And he would watch Tang An struggle bitterly to distance herself from him. But even if Tang An severed her finger, he still wouldn't acknowledge it.

At worst, they would both perish; he was determined to use this father-daughter relationship to crush her.

He was even smiling, his eyes provocative, as if asking Tang An, "Do you dare?"

"Don't listen to him," Nezha said anxiously. He had experienced the same pain and naturally knew what kind of psychological damage a biological father's coercion could cause in such an emotional state.

That kind of emotion would force a person to develop an impulse for self-harm and self-abuse.

Yang Jian glanced at Wang Maolin and silently used a spell to silence him.

It could be said that if Tang An didn't want to settle this karma with her own hands, Wang Maolin would have died countless times at the hands of the three of them.

Tang An walked toward Wang Maolin, pulled up his other arm, and then looked at her own hand.

"Don't," Nezha walked over and grabbed Tang An's wrist.

Tang An looked at Nezha and gave him a reassuring look, and only then did Nezha let her go.

"Since you gave birth but did not raise, a severed finger can repay it. Then I will..." Her eyes became sharp and bloodthirsty in an instant. "... sever your limbs!"

Without Wang Maolin having any psychological preparation, Tang An personally tore his arm clean off from the shoulder.

Blood sprayed out, splashing onto Tang An's face, adding a sense of crazy pleasure to her expression.

With both arms severed, Wang Maolin screamed like a slaughtered pig, writhing, struggling, howling, and cursing on the ground, but he couldn't make a single sound.

He was in agony, but he couldn't faint, forced to feel the pain with absolute clarity.

"Where are you going?"

Tang An's voice carried a hint of a victor's mockery and playfulness. With just a single thought from her, Wang Maolin was brought before her by an invisible force.

"Kneel."

Wang Maolin's eyes were ferocious; he simply refused to kneel.

Sun Wukong pulled out his Golden Cudgel and with one strike forced him to kneel before Tang An.

"You are rebellious!" He couldn't make a sound, but Tang An could read his lips.

"Wang Maolin, don't try to use your so-called blood relationship to bind me. You are merely a tool, a tool I needed to borrow to come into this world to see my mother and grandmother, nothing more."

This sentence directly broke Wang Maolin's defenses, and he cursed in the filthiest way possible.

But Tang An couldn't hear it, nor was she angry at all.

The more he cursed, the more furious he was, the happier Tang An became.

"Watch closely, whether you agree or not, even if I have to sever both your hands, I will sign this Severance of Kinship Agreement."

"From now on, the Three Realms will know that I, Tang An, have no relationship with my biological father."

"You can go up to the Heavenly Court or down to the Underworld to file a complaint. Then you can see who dares to accept your petition."

After saying this, Tang An took Wang Maolin's severed arm, dipped it in his own blood, and pressed his handprint onto the Severance of Kinship Agreement.

"No!"

"No!!!"

"I am your father! I am your fathe..."

The Severance of Kinship Agreement had been successfully signed and dissipated in Tang An's hand; from now on, the Three Realms were clear.

Tang An sat back on the sofa. "Next, is the second big gift."

She looked at the mother and son lying on the ground. "Guess why I treated you like that, but didn't take heavy action against this mother and son?"

Wang Maolin, his breath weak, had eyes full of rage and a resentment that he couldn't die in peace.

But even if he died and turned into a vengeful ghost, what could he do? He still wouldn't be worth Tang An throwing a rock at.

"How about this, I'll show you something wonderful." Tang An pinched her index and middle fingers, and a ray of light darted out from Li Mei's forehead and flew into Wang Maolin's mind.

That memory was truly not suitable for children.

How did Tang An know? She had discovered it the moment she saw the little animal; there wasn't a drop of blood connection to her in his body.

Wang Maolin was forced to watch that memory uncontrollably; his mouth hung open as if dislocated, his eyes blood-red and congealing, and he couldn't help but vomit blood in anger.

Yes, the son he had thought about day and night his whole life was conceived by his wife in bed with another man.

Moreover, it was because he had beaten and forced her, and his wife couldn't take it anymore, so she had to borrow a man to conceive a child. As it turned out, she really did conceive a son.

"How about that, Wang Maolin? What you looked forward to most was having a son. You treated him like a treasure, afraid he'd break if held in your hand, afraid he'd melt if held in your mouth."

"But what was the result?"

"The result is that you happily became a father, and you didn't even know you were being cheated on, still happily raising someone else's son."

Tang An laughed loudly and clapped. "How is it? How does it feel to know the truth?"