The Sacred Ruins

The Little Daoist hopped about and was so angry he could beat someone to death. He was indeed at wit's end and felt as though his entire body was about to explode.

This was because the "great trick" Chu Feng issued had no use on him, but his heart ached on thinking of his experiences upon the reincarnation path. How he was struck by the black bricks and how his black talisman had been snatched from him. How he was thrown away into the reincarnation cave yet was still forced to call this thief his father.

The Little Daoist was skipping and scuttling. He grabbed at Chu Feng's collar as he tossed him from side to side. He was unreconciled.

Above all, he couldn't stand it when he saw Chu Feng sitting there calmly and watching him peacefully.

This was more aggravating that a king's contempt. It was almost as though he was saying, "go on, jump, I'm precisely your father," with this calmness.

"Ah, dammit!" The Little Daoist held his fists and really wanted to end Chu Feng with mutual destruction. He was too much of a bully.

He was also desperate to return to the reincarnation path and be reborn again. He couldn't endure it anymore.

"Son, you should quieten down first," Chu Feng said. Between his punching and kickin,g he was completely unruffled. At the same time, he was gentle with a smile on his face.

The Little Daoist felt as though his entire body was burning, soon to become a torch. Chu Feng wasn't calling him a child anymore and was instead calling him directly as his son. It was humiliating and unsurpassable.

Was this to remind him that their relationship as father and son was inevitable? It was already reality.

Now, the silver-haired loli began to speak. Her big eyes were shining as she said, "Good boy, be well-behaved and don't be noisy. Quick, tell your aunt what's on the reincarnation path. Are you reincarnated into a new body?"

The Little Daoist wanted to throw up blood. This little loli was actually calling him a good boy. How dark was his life!

Besides, this little silver-haired girl didn't care for his injustice in the slightest. She directly overlooked it and inquired him after the other matters on the reincarnation path, making him so unbearably choked.

Ouyang Fend said, "Nephew, don't be provoked. Come down and let's discuss the secrets of your reincarnation. How unusual you are, is it because of that black talisman? Also, do you have anymore on you?"

Angered by one, another came, and needless to say, this strange black bird, who wasn't any older than two or three years old, was trying to take leads from him. Yet his shifty eyes were still shining, so what did it mean?

"Nephew, do you have any more black talismans?" Ouyang Feng asked once more. His eyes were bright and dazzling when they opened and closed. They radiated with a deceitful glimmer.

The Little Daoist was utmostly infuriated. This black swan had no sense of shame. Did he plan to pillage him? He would let it pass that he encountered a disgraceful father, but how could the people around him be like this too?!

He thought that his past life was already unduly enough, but meeting a father and a cheap uncle like this was simply scandalous.

At this moment, he had suspicions on his life. Perhaps people who belong together ended up living together and possessed similar characteristics?

Then, Ying Zhexian opened her mouth to console the Little Daoist. At the same time ,she mentioned the reincarnation path. It was hard to come by for the serene and detached immortal to have interest and inquire the other like this.

Meanwhile, Qin Luoyin had also spoken. She interacted with the Little Daoist, calming him down. Everything could be resolved slowly so there was no need becoming agitated and bellowing grievances. Naturally, she also mentioned things involving the reincarnation path.

The Little Daoist was on the brink of tears and said, "What hardships I am enduring! I've experienced such a great calamity and no one sympathizes with me? Is no one going to help me crusade against my brazen and black-hearted father?"

He was deeply distressed. He had become his greatest enemy's son as well as encountered this group of crazy relatives, who had no consideration for his depression. He was almost sullen.

Furthermore, he would have never thought that the first person to console him would be... Chu Feng!

"Child,, I understand you."

Upon hearing his words, the Little Daoist stomped and said, "As the Innumerable Deity, you wouldn't understand a thing. Do you know how badly I want to kill you right now? If only you weren't my own father... Ai, the more I think about this relationship, the more it pricks my heart!"

In fact, through the conversations and liaisons just then, Ying Zhexian and Ouyang Feng had already understood more or less what happened. In short, the Little Daoist was indeed rather dejected.

Qin Luoyin's soft voice was comforting. Meanwhile, her head was also swimming for some of the time. This son was indeed from a heaven-defying background and had come with intellect from his past life. There was no way this was a mortal.

More importantly, this man who harbored alarming great secrets, who went against the ancient ways of reincarnation, had become her son.

Qin Luoyin lifted him down from Chu Feng's body and spoke to him in whispers. After all in any case, this was her child. She needed to mediate and 'teach' him.

"Innumerable Deity, why won't you let me be reborn as a calcified fetus and let it be with me popping up from stone crevices? I'm so pained now!" The Little Daoist gazed up at the sky with grief and resentment.

Ouyang Feng said, "Look, our nephew seems so melancholic. Don't be angry. Your father is still your father no matter how much you struggle."

These words poked at the Little Daoist's heart again. Oh the pain! His heart could ache no more as he was at the brink of throwing up blood again.

"That's right, after all, your father is your father." The silver-haired loli emphasized, telling him he shouldn't be disobedient to his parents.

Ying Zhexian, however, stroked his head and smiled gently. This couldn't comfort the Little Daoist's sorrowful heart at all. Who was he? He wanted to cry out; he had the aptitude to be a deity but was being stroked with sympathy. There was no way of living in this dark world!

But he also knew that even if he had deity-killing techniques, they would be useless against Chu Feng. He couldn't possibly slaughter his father for this life, otherwise, his cultivation path would be over, and he wouldn't be able to pass through the predicament set by the universe's rule. The heavens were merciless but orderly, so they would kill him in the end!

"Son, I'll undo the matters gnawing on your mind. Come here." Chu Feng waved his hand and then smiled like a kind father. He then...carried the Little Daoist away again!

Dammit! The Little Daoist gritted his teeth. He really wanted to say, he didn't even hug him but was going to carry him away just like that?

He was then spitting and cursing with contempt in his heart, scolding himself for being so lowly. Why was it that he couldn't help but occupy this identity?

"Be gentle, he's still small. You should hold him better," said Qin Luoyin.

What gave the Little Daoist the slightest bit of psychological solace was that his mother, who had previously wanted to kill him, was caring about him this time. She spoke out to protect him and stood by his side.

Then he wanted to cry. Before his birth, he had fought against his own mother in order to successfully come into this world, and now, he was making war against his own father. He lifted his gaze and his eyes were tearful. Everyone was an enemy.

Chu Feng carried him because he could tell that this child was being pushed to his limit. He was afraid the kid would attack unexpectedly, and it would be great fun should he be taken down.

Chu Feng didn't dare look down at him. Regardless of how little he was, he was someone who had exited from the reincarnation cave. Who knew what roots he had in the past.

"Let go of me!" the Little Daoist scowled.

"I am your father."

The Little Daoist was immediately fuming with anger and said, "You're smacking me from behind!"

"I am your father."

The Little Daoist was stamping with fury and said, "You snatched my great fortune, the black talisman!"

"I am your father."

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Then the Little Daoist broke down. No matter how many constant permutations he made as he criticized and denounced him in various ways, the other was unmoved. He had only one phrase--"I am your father".

He was truly running out of temper. Meeting someone so brazen and black-hearted wasn't terrifying, but what was terrifying was that this was his own father.

"Son." It seemed that Chu Feng was calling him this on purpose, emphasizing the relationship between them.

The Little Daoist shut his mouth, not wanting to speak to him.

"The things we discuss about aren't even important," said Chu Feng calmly.

Seeing the Little Daoist grow agitated again with a desperate demeanor, Chu Feng leisurely said, "I'm keeping that black talisman. I'll give it to you if you want it. It's only a trivial matter, it's not a big deal."

"Really?!" Immediately the Little Daoist's eyes widened with shock. At the same time, he was full of joy and happiness.

At this moment, it was as though he was someone in the middle of a desert, unbearably parched and devoid of hope, and had suddenly found an oasis and water supply. He was so moved and excited that he felt as though the entire area had been lit up.

Chu Feng asked, "What use does that talisman actually have? Isn't it, after being set aflame, offered as a sacrifice to the clay idols on the edge of the reincarnation cave? Is it very important?"

"Without that black talisman I would've almost came back empty-handed from the reincarnation cave. In fact, I would not have been able to be reborn with my memories. In addition, it has even more important..." Suddenly, the Little Daoist became vigilant and said, "Give it back to me first!"

"I haven't brought it into this world." Chu Feng replied while becoming increasingly curious as to what else the black talisman was useful for.

He had it for such a long time and had studied it at length, but could not understand it.

"We'll talk about it after you've returned it to me. Besides the water upon the reincarnation path is too deep. The less we talk about it the better, otherwise a calamity will definitely befall us." The Little Daoist was incomparably serious.

"Don't talk about you, me. You should address me as father." Chu Feng looked at him.

"Oh my, dammit..." The Little Daoist's heart choked up again.

"Do you still want the black talisman?" Chu Feng glanced at him.

"Father!" The Little Daoist summoned up the courage and yelled. That thing was too crucial and could do more than be set alight and offered as a sacrifice. It was related to something intangible, be it qi or fruits. It could protect oneself and even had immanent causes of a deeper level involving unchallengeable laws and instructions.

"You can tell us where the black talisman comes from. Is it very important?" Chu Feng asked him.

The Little Daoist was lost in thought. He was feeling rather embarrassed that he had actually addressed him as father just them. This was basically... addressing a thief as one's father? But that was indeed his father!