Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Xu Lingguang felt that Zhou Fuying's words seemed to carry a murderous intent.

He finally realized that Zhou Fuying's visit was ill-intentioned, and quickly waved his hands to explain, "No, it's just that Song Nanchu told me some things from the past."

"Oh?" Zhou Fuying smiled. "What did he tell you? He may not even know many things about me. If you want to know, you might as well come and ask me yourself."

Xu Lingguang: "..."

He suddenly felt speechless and said hesitantly, "Actually, it wasn't me who wanted to ask; he just brought it up with me."

Zhou Fuying nodded: "So what did he tell you?"

"Did you say you practiced evil arts and murdered my mother to seize the throne? Or did you say that even after more than ten years you still wouldn't let my father and me go, secretly killing my father, but pretending to be a good uncle and taking me back to the Qingyu Sect to raise me carefully, when in reality you just wanted to use me as a vessel for possession?"

Xu Lingguang's mouth dropped open. What happened next? Song Nan hadn't mentioned it!

He sensed Zhou Fuying's growing murderous intent and cautiously moved back a little: "He...he didn't say what happened next..."

Zhou Fuying sneered: "Of course he won't tell, because I didn't tell him these things. Only you and I know."

He suddenly drew his sword: "My good uncle, you have indeed remembered."

Xu Lingguang took a big step back: "I really don't remember. He is him, and I am me. There's a misunderstanding. Calm down first, and I can explain it to you."

Zhou Fuying, however, no longer wanted to listen to his sweet talk.

Half a month ago, he discovered that the soul lamp connecting him and Xu Lingguang had lit up. That soul lamp was a magical artifact that Xu Lingguang had used to bind him and his life soul together. Xu Lingguang was jealous of his mother's and his talent and intended to use the technique of possession to transform himself, but he was also afraid of divine retribution, so he kept him by his side and did not make a move for a long time.

He thought he knew nothing about it, but little did he know that his father had already told him everything.

It's hateful that he actually believed Xu Lingguang's story about amnesia, and even felt sorry for him.

If the soul lamp hadn't lit up, he would have truly believed that the Xu Lingguang of the past was completely dead, and that the person in front of him was just another unrelated person.

Hatred surged in Zhou Fuying's eyes as she thrust her sword fiercely towards Xu Lingguang's vitals.

Xu Lingguang instinctively crouched down and covered his head, then remembered something and quickly looked up, saying, "Wait, don't be impulsive, I have—"

Before he could finish speaking, a dazzling golden light erupted from Xu Lingguang's body, deflecting Zhou Fuying's sword that was slashing at him.

Zhou Fuying was forced back by the residual force, bracing herself with her sword and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He wiped the blood from his mouth, looked up and stared coldly at Xu Lingguang, gritting his teeth as he said, "You were faking it all along."

Xu Lingguang's lips moved, but he was unable to defend himself.

Finally, he could only weakly say, "I have the blessing power of the ancient gods on me. You can't kill me; instead, you will be attacked by the backlash."

Zhou Fuying naturally sensed this. He had made a test when he attacked, and had not used his full strength. If he had, he would probably be dead on the spot by now.

He gave Xu Lingguang a cold look and said, "This is the last time I'll be soft on you. If we meet again, I will bring your head to pay tribute to my parents' souls."

After saying that, he picked up his sword, staggered to his feet, and left.

Xu Lingguang wanted to call out to him, but didn't know how to explain. In just a moment of hesitation, Zhou Fuying had already disappeared.

He sat amidst the mess and sighed. What a mess this is.

*

After leaving the city, Zhou Fuying collapsed to the ground, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

The black sword was stuck beside him, emitting a buzzing vibration.

A heavy sigh echoed through the empty mountain forest: "Aying, I told you long ago that Xu Lingguang is treacherous and cunning, and you can't trust him. If you had listened to me earlier and killed him before he recovered, you wouldn't be injured today."

Zhou Fuying sat leaning against the tree, her eyes closed and saying nothing.

"He only raised you for two years, and you really consider him your uncle?" Seeing that he didn't react, the voice became angry again: "Your mother was killed by his scheme, and I finally managed to escape with you. We've been hiding for more than ten years, but we still couldn't escape his clutches. He brought you back to the Qingyu Sect only to use you as a vessel for possession!"

Zhou Fuying said expressionlessly, "I know."

"Then why didn't you kill him before?" The voice grew even more frantic: "If you had listened to me and killed him earlier, our revenge would have been complete!"

"Now that his cultivation has recovered, and he has a host of unpredictable protective techniques, killing him will be extremely difficult!"

Zhou Fuying said, "I will practice my swordsmanship diligently. If I can kill him once, I can naturally kill him a second time."

The voice calmed down a bit and kept repeating, "Not bad, not bad, you can kill him once, you can kill him a second time."

As if comforted, the voice gently coaxed, "Aying, you must practice your sword diligently, every day, every day. Your mother is already a capable young sect leader at your age, decisive in battle and respected both inside and outside the sect. You are still too soft-hearted. How can you avenge me and your mother if you do this?"

Zhou Fuying looked down at the ground: "I know."

"Good boy..."

*

The commotion in the private room was so loud that it alerted the manager of Liuxianju.

The shopkeeper came over and took a look. He seemed calmer than Xu Lingguang. After taking stock of the losses, he handed over the list: "Young master, this is our shop's loss."

Xu Lingguang took a deep breath. Having compensated for the loss, he lost his appetite and asked the waiter to pack up the dishes he had ordered that were still in time so he could take them home to eat.

The waiter packed the food into two food boxes and brought them out to him.

Xu Lingguang put the food box into his storage ring, no longer in the mood to continue shopping, and decided to go back first.

Once outside the city, Yu Rong, who had been behaving himself, poked his head out from under his collar and asked dejectedly, "Did I get into trouble?"

The tiny cub's ears were drooping, and it looked very guilty and scared.

Xu Lingguang recalled what had just happened. If it weren't for the blessing power left behind by Lan Jian, he and Yu Rong would have been finished.

His own heart was racing, and Yu Rong must have been terrified too.

Xu Lingguang sighed and gently patted his head: "It has nothing to do with you. Were you scared just now?"

Yu Rong shook his head, then nodded, and said in a muffled voice, "How can the human race be so unreasonable?"

Previously, both his elder brother and Youyu had said that there were too many bad people among the human race and that it was unsafe down the mountain, which was why they weren't allowed to come down. Yu Rong hadn't believed them. This time, he boldly hid in a bamboo basket and went down the mountain, but he didn't expect to learn his lesson so quickly.

Thinking of Zhou Fuying's hurried departure, Xu Lingguang still defended him, saying, "Actually, he's a good person; it's just that there was some misunderstanding between us."

However, this misunderstanding seems impossible to resolve perfectly.

Xu Lingguang did indeed kill his parents and harbored ulterior motives towards him, so Zhou Fuying's desire for revenge was entirely justified.

The mistake was that fate was unreasonable, allowing him to be reborn into the body of such a scoundrel. He didn't do the bad things, yet he has to bear the consequences.

Xu Lingguang was not going to die for nothing. Moreover, even if Zhou Fuying really killed him, he would only have killed an innocent and unlucky transmigrator. The scum who killed his parents might have already been reincarnated.

This is an unsolvable knot.

Even if he told Zhou Fuying directly that he had traveled from another world, Zhou Fuying would probably just think he was talking nonsense.

Xu Lingguang sighed deeply and gave the sky above him a big middle finger.