Divine Seal: The little princess is vying and fighting to become the Demon Emperor.

Chapter 95: Trying to Sever the Father-Son Ties

"Together we will."

Bai Lingxuan grasped Feng Jing's hand. She didn't actually need any conditions or reasons to agree to Feng Jing's request.

"it is good."

Feng Jing smiled happily.

"You restore his natural vitality."

“I rewrite the destiny that connects him.”

In this way, Mendi, who was already dead, can truly be resurrected.

Although Bai Lingxuan expended a lot of energy in reshaping her body and restoring her vitality, the process went relatively smoothly.

When it came time to rewrite their destiny, things went wrong.

"No, why can't this one be connected?"

Feng Jing was really anxious.

In his eyes, many threads of fate spread out from Mendi, and at the other end of each thread was someone connected to him.

However, Feng Jing tried several times to connect to the line that led to A Bao, but failed. Sometimes it would connect for a moment, then disconnect.

"Do we have to add Moonlit Night in like before, and tie a knot between them?"

Just thinking about it, Feng Jing immediately shook his head and rejected the idea.

"No, no, Yueye and Abao had a tragic past! Getting involved in this will do no good for anyone."

"You think you can't connect the threads without adding moonlight? I don't believe it! I'll tie a few more knots, I don't believe I can't connect them."

Feng Jing worked swiftly and decisively, finally connecting A Bao and Men Di, without Yue Ye's interference.

However, there were a few extra knots.

But Feng Jing didn't care; she was just having an obsessive-compulsive episode and only wanted to keep going.

"Revitalization, rewriting destiny."

"Child of prophecy, door flute, return."

As Feng Jing and Bai Lingxuan infused their last bit of power, Men Di finally opened his eyes.

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"Come out, come out!"

Outside the lake where Dream Paradise is located, Dawn of Light and her companions had been waiting there without leaving. Upon seeing someone emerge from it, they immediately shouted excitedly.

All five of them took a few more steps closer to the lake, craning their necks in anticipation.

On the small boat propelled by the dragon spirit, two figures with similar builds stood.

"That is……"

As a ninth-rank priest, Ling Xiao of the Temple had much better eyesight than others and was the first to see the figure on the bed.

When Ling Xiao saw that familiar figure, who had been dead for over thirty years, her eyes widened.

"This is actually true..."

After the boat docked, Ling Xiao murmured to herself, still unable to believe it.

"Senior Brother Ling, it's been thirty years since we last met. I haven't yet congratulated you on taking up the post of Priest Temple Master."

Bai Lingxuan revealed the other person's identity in one sentence, as if the thirty years of separation had never existed.

"You actually came back to life."

The familiar address made Ling Xiao accept it immediately, but she couldn't help feeling a little surprised and amazed.

"Pastor Bai Lingxuan has been resurrected and requests to return to the Pastor's Temple."

Bai Lingxuan answered Ling Xiao in a different way.

Then she took Feng Jing's arm and said with a proud look, "I was able to come back to life, all thanks to my good daughter."

"Senior Brother Ling, don't be envious."

Ling Xiao just kept smiling foolishly, happy because of Bai Lingxuan's return.

"On behalf of all the pastors of the Pastor's Temple, I welcome your return."

With Bai Lingxuan's return, their pastoral temple has gained another powerful ally.

But this help brought Ling Xiao a surprise that far exceeded his expectations.

When the group returned to the priest's temple to rest, Ling Xiao habitually inquired about Bai Lingxuan's current level. "Junior Sister Bai, I remember you died... well, it was more than thirty years ago."

Feeling it was inappropriate to mention the word "death" in front of someone who had been resurrected, Ling Xiao changed her wording.

“You were only twenty years old at the time, and you were already at the sixth level.”

"Now that you've returned, are you a sixth-tier being, or...?"

What I really wanted to ask was whether Bai Lingxuan's cultivation level was still at the sixth rank when she died.

"Blessed by the goddess of nature, I am now at the ninth level, third grade, with an inner spiritual power of 39."

"Still ninth rank—"

I thought it would be Ling Xiao, who is at the sixth level, so I answered without thinking. Only after I finished did I realize that it was wrong.

"Wait, what level did you say it is???"

"Ninth Rank, Level Three".

Bai Lingxuan spoke with a smile.

Ling Xiao was so excited she almost fainted. "How much??? Level 3, Rank 9, 390,000! Am I dreaming?!"

How could such a good thing have fallen into the hands of their priests' temple?
A ninth-level saint suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and he was only at the third level of the ninth level, about to break through to the fourth level of the ninth level!

His mother's strength had surprised him so much that he almost fainted. After thinking about it, Feng Jing decided not to reveal his own level.

She is blessed by the will of the world and is now at the ninth level!

Including her, the priests' temple now has four saints.

The joy and excitement of the Priests' Temple and the entire Alliance at their return goes without saying.

In Feng Jing's room, the Dawn of Light Demon Hunters, all gathered together, were asking each other questions.

Bai Haochen and the others asked Feng Jing what happened after entering Dream Paradise, and Feng Jing asked about their gains.

“Each of us received at least one spirit furnace! They were all handpicked, the most suitable spirit furnaces.”

As they spoke, they eagerly began to explain the uses of their respective spirit furnaces.

"Auntie, you really don't want the spirit furnace?"

Bai Haochen remembered that Feng Jing had never wanted any spirit furnaces. He had previously thought that she was too picky and looked down on ordinary spirit furnaces.

"No need, I already have a spirit furnace."

The Wheel of Fate is more effective than any spiritual furnace or treasure.

Thinking of the wheel of fate, Feng Jing looked at the people in front of her, and countless lines of fate unfolded before her eyes.

She grasped one thread precisely from among countless others.

The thread of fate was extremely thin, seemingly so thin that Feng Jing could break it with just a little effort.

And she really wanted to sever that connection.

Because the other end of this thread of fate that extends from Bai Haochen is—

Long Xingyu.

This is the father-son relationship between them.

Just as Feng Jing was about to make her move, Bai Haochen suddenly called out to her.

"Aunt?"

Bai Haochen stared at Feng Jing's loosely clenched hand. He couldn't see the lines of fate, but he could sense that Feng Jing seemed to be holding something important in his hand.

"What happened, Auntie?"

Feng Jing didn't let go of his hand, but looked at Bai Haochen and asked in a joking tone.

"Little Chenchen, how about I get you a new dad?"

Bai Haochen: (=Д=)
Others who heard this: ∑(O_O；)
Is it something to joke about like "changing dads" so easily?

"Did Dad do something wrong?"

Bai Haochen did not immediately reject Feng Jing, but wanted to try to reconcile the conflict between the two.

Feng Jing remained silent.

How is she supposed to tell Bai Haochen this?

In Feng Jing's view, Long Xingyu bears a great deal of responsibility for the incident in the original timeline where Bai Haochen's heart was crushed by Feng Xiu.

That's why she couldn't tolerate Long Xingyu.