So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Hearing Ling Jiucheng's words, Ling Changfeng's face changed instantly. He stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open, somewhat unable to believe his ears.

"What did you say?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, as his son's words touched his heart.

Did Ling Jiucheng know something?

Ling Jiucheng sneered. "Father, Jiuan and Jiurong don't know, but I do. Did you really not notice that Madam Lan attacked mother? If you didn't notice, why didn't you drink a single sip of the mung bean soup? Was it because you felt guilty? Or did you already know that Madam Lan had someone poison you!"

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a hammer hitting Ling Changfeng's heart.

He endured these words for eighteen years.

But he also knew that if he had asked earlier, he and his two sisters might not have survived to this day.

He has endured enough over the years.

Ling Changfeng was so furious that he clenched his fists and all the spiritual power in his body began to surge, ready to burst out at any time.

"Are you questioning your father?"

However, Ling Jiucheng was not affected by his father's anger at all, he remained calm and composed.

"Yes, I am questioning you, do you dare to answer?"

The angrier Ling Changfeng became, the more certain he was of the answer in his heart.

Ling Changfeng was about to take action, but was stopped by Ling Jiucheng.

"Father, it's true that I just broke through to the Nascent Soul stage not long ago, but you are no match for me. You know very well that your talent is very poor!"

There was a hint of sarcasm and indifference in his words, reminding Ling Changfeng of a fact that he could not escape.

Hearing this, Ling Changfeng felt as if his sore spot had been touched, and he went a little crazy.

His eyes were bloodshot and his spiritual power was running wild, like an enraged beast.

"Bastard!"

He couldn't accept this fact, couldn't accept that his son dared to question him like this.

He also couldn't accept that he would be suppressed by his son and wife.

However, Ling Jiucheng was not intimidated by his father's anger at all.

When he saw this scene, he understood.

"So, you are also afraid of mother and me, right?"

Once the question is asked, the answer will come.

Ling Changfeng looked at Ling Jiucheng, his tone full of reluctance and helplessness.

"I'm your father, would I harm you?"

However, Ling Jiucheng just sneered, his eyes full of ridicule and indifference.

"Yes, you won't harm me openly. But over the years, how much of Ling Jiuze's power have you secretly supported? In fact, Ling Jiuze and Madam Lan don't know about this, right?"

There were many things that he had never been able to understand before.

But later, he figured it out.

Ling Changfeng retorted subconsciously.

"Nonsense! You are the only heir to the family head in my mind, and your mother is the only one I love."

However, Ling Jiucheng did not agree. He looked at his father coldly.

"Father, you don't want any heirs. You want to sit on that position for generations. And the only person you love is yourself."

Upon hearing this, Ling Changfeng's face turned pale instantly.

An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, including anger, unwillingness, and helplessness.

He didn't want to accept it but had to accept that his son had seen through him.

He was silent for a while, then slowly sat back in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

Ling Changfeng smiled bitterly, and all the disguise on his face seemed to be removed at this moment. He looked a little old and tired.

"You do not understand."

He spoke slowly, with an indescribable complex emotion in his voice.

"Your mother is a gifted daughter of heaven. Her beauty and talent are unparalleled. I am very glad that she chose to fall in love with me, but it also hurts."

He paused, as if recalling the past. "In this family, power, status, and strength are everything. And your mother, she had everything, but she chose me. This made me feel unprecedented pressure, and made me begin to doubt whether I was really worthy of her."

Ling Changfeng's eyes became deep and he was lost in distant memories.

"I started to practice hard, wanting to prove my strength and be worthy of her. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up with her. She was like a shining star, and I was just an insignificant speck of dust."

He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"So, I began to seek other ways to consolidate my position and prove that I was worthy of her. I married those concubines to gain more power in the family, to be able to better protect her, and to prove myself."

Ling Changfeng looked at Ling Jiucheng, his eyes full of helplessness and sadness.

"But I was wrong. I was wrong in my approach and my mentality. I forgot that true love doesn't need to be proven. I forgot that she chose me not because of my status, not because of my ability, but because of who I am."

He took a deep breath, tears rolling down his old cheeks.

"Now, I understand. But it's too late. I've lost her, and I've lost your trust."

Ling Jiucheng looked at Ling Changfeng, his eyes calm, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Father, your acting is really good."

His voice was calm and cold, without any emotion.

Ling Changfeng wanted to say something else but was interrupted by Ling Jiucheng.

"That's it!"

"Father, please abdicate! I will take over the Ling family. As for you, you should step down and confess in front of mother's tablet in the ancestral hall."

Ling Changfeng finally compromised. He looked at Ling Jiucheng deeply, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He understood that the future of this family was no longer under his control, but belonged to his son, Ling Jiucheng.

It was also he who inadvertently helped Ling Jiucheng gain a foothold.

"Okay, I abdicate."

His voice was hoarse, but it contained a sense of relief.

In fact, this position was originally reserved for Ling Jiucheng, but he just couldn't bear to let it go.

Ling Jiucheng looked at his father, and there was not much fluctuation in his eyes.

"Father, I hope you can understand that this position was not taken away by me, but by you yourself."

He knew very well that he could not kill his father, nor could he force his father to death.

But his father couldn't do it without paying any price.

Otherwise, what would my mother’s life and my sister’s grievances matter?

Ling Changfeng smiled bitterly when he heard this.

He understood what his son meant and also understood his own mistakes.

He nodded, said nothing more, turned and left, leaving behind a lonely and desolate back.