Chapter 538: Chapter 182: Daughter Zhou Sisi

Heavenly Heart Secret Realm.

Baiyue Canyon.

Feng Lingqing dragged her tired body, resolutely gathering the Spiritual Energy between Heaven and Earth. After refining it into Spiritual Liquid, she collected it, then wrapped it with Spiritual Energy and fed it into the cherry-like little mouth of the pink bundle in her arms.

“Sisi, not long ago, Mother dreamt of your father. He will surely come to save both you and Mother. Our family will be reunited very soon.

You possess an exceptional talent; born with the Emperor Qi Sword Body Bloodline, and the strength of the Sword Soul Realm. You have the root bone of a Great Power. But no matter what your origins were in your last life, in this life, you are Mother’s good and precious baby daughter. No matter what, Mother will love you for a lifetime.”

Feng Lingqing spoke with incomparable tenderness and affection, gazing at her adorable daughter in her arms. All her exhaustion seemed to vanish without a trace.

Her body was nearly spent and dimming, but because of her daughter, she still felt like she had inexhaustible strength.

Just then, the Void suddenly trembled. A streak of Blood Light pierced through the dark curtain of the Void and, without Feng Lingqing’s notice, burrowed into the porcelain doll-like baby’s forehead.

The baby began to struggle violently and, in the next moment, let out a loud cry.

“Sisi, don’t cry, my dear. Mother is here, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. No Demon Beasts will appear; Mother will protect Sisi!”

Feng Lingqing was extremely anxious, gently stroking the baby’s back while transmitting strands of her weak Spiritual Power to soothe the infant’s body. She herself was tottering, but she seemed to be unaware of her own fragility.

She continued to speak warm words, gazing at the baby’s face as it gradually calmed. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, her face wearing an exhausted but immensely contented smile.

She had aged a lot, her body was covered in scars and riddled with holes; some wounds were so severe that the broken flesh and pale jutting bones were exposed.

Yet she opened her warm embrace as widely as possible, allowing her child to lie down in a bit more peace and comfort.

Maintaining this posture, she was so tired that she eventually drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

Wisps of faint Spiritual Power began to emanate from the baby’s body. The infant’s eyebrows knitted together, and her gaze showed an extremely complicated expression as she quietly slipped out from Feng Lingqing’s embrace and flew out.

She watched Feng Lingqing quietly, while strands of her Spiritual Power began to nourish Feng Lingqing’s body, her expression hesitant.

“Zhou Yan, you killed the Young Master, and replaced him with Zhou Lingyi’s position, allowing Hou Chen to take away the Emperor Blood. Young Master Ling’er was gracious to me, and now in this new life, I have become your daughter. This can only be said to be your retribution.

I will kill you, kill your relatives, your wife! I will make you regret and suffer for a lifetime! I will avenge the poor Young Master Ling’er!”

The baby’s eyes gleamed with a bone-chilling fierceness as she whispered to herself.

She almost instantly gathered up her killing intent, wanting to kill Feng Lingqing.

But as she focused her killing intent, and saw Feng Lingqing’s kindly, haggard and gaunt face, her heart suddenly felt an unbearable pain.

Again and again, her killing intent gathered and dissipated, dissipated and gathered, yet in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“Sisi, kill Mother, if it can erase the hatred between you and your father, Mother is willing—”

Feng Lingqing, deep in her slumber, suddenly opened her eyes and spoke softly.

Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with a deep color of pain that she hid very well.

“Mother… I…”

The baby’s voice choked, unable to continue speaking.

She was too young, her vocal cords not fully formed, even the awakened memories of Hou Yao couldn’t change the fact.

“Mother and daughter are connected by heart. What you are thinking, Mother has vaguely sensed.

In fact, Mother sensed that anomaly just now, plus the comforting Spiritual Power you deliberately let overflow to let Mother rest. I understood your memories have awakened.

This is the trend of destiny, having a child in their second life is something all mothers would be proud of, I am naturally no exception. I also knew that this day would eventually come.

I just didn’t expect it to come so soon.”

“You are an Elder of the Qiankun Lineage, and yet you hold enmity towards your husband… this can only be described as Fate’s jest.”

“Consider it a boon from the bloodline of this body that you now inhabit. As your mother, I’m nothing but a hindrance to you now, so let me use my life in exchange for your forgiveness towards your father, Zhou Yan.”

Feng Lingqing spoke gently.

“Mother… I’m sorry… I… Sisi has awakened Hou Yao’s memories, actually, Zhou Yan was helping too. I know everything that happened there… I, Sisi, will try my best to accept it all. Please don’t say things like that anymore, okay?”

The baby began to cry softly, its eyes still complex, yet filled with conflict and pain.

Feng Lingqing, her mother, was too kind to her, so kind that it sparked deep feelings of guilt and self-reproach within her.

It was very difficult for her. She couldn’t stand by idly regarding Young Master Ling’er’s death; without Young Master Ling’er, there would be no Hou Yao. And Ling’er’s death was greatly related to Zhou Yan, who had once destroyed all her hard work, mocked her false pride, leaving her utterly humiliated… How could such a blood feud be easily forsaken?

At the same time, she also felt indignant in her heart. How could someone like Zhou Yan deserve to be deeply loved by such a wonderful woman like her mother, Feng Lingqing? Why was her mother behaving so foolishly?

She thought about it and couldn’t help but empathize, thinking of herself.

How cold and heartless her senior brother was to her, yet hadn’t she been always yearning for him, willingly ready to do anything for him?

“Senior brother… where are you now? Are you alive, or…”

Hou Yao, now known as Zhou Sisi, couldn’t help but shout inwardly.

At that moment, her heart was in turmoil.

…

Sword Burying Ancient Road, Lonely Sword Peak.

“It’s all good now, everything went smoothly. Now, we just wait for Elder Hou Yao to grow up and return to the Emperor Sword Qiankun Lineage. She seems to know that I was the one who helped her unlock the memories of her next life, so she probably won’t hate me anymore.”

Zhou Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed.

“Thank you, thank you very much, Zhou Yanxuan. We will make sure to take good care of everything you tasked us with, rest assured.”

Hou Ting was very pleased and excited, and became much more polite to Zhou Yan, no longer putting on airs. Any previous displeasure had dissipated like smoke.

“Mm, it’s good that you’re willing.”

Zhou Yan replied before carefully observing and sensing his disciple Hou Chen, asking, “Chenchen, how are you feeling now? No discomfort, right?”

“No, nothing. Just some inexplicable heartache, strange.”

Hou Chen touched his nose, a characteristic habit of Zhou Yan’s that he had unconsciously picked up.

Zhou Yan found it odd, as he carefully derived conclusions and sensed Hou Chen’s vital energy and realm but could find no issues; everything was normal and in good order, as Hou Ting had said, with no adverse effects.

“Strange, I don’t sense any problems either. Sect Master Hou Ting, are you hiding anything?”

Zhou Yan asked gravely.

“Zhou Xuanzhe, I, Hou Ting, truly haven’t concealed a thing, if I have, may calamity befall me and my death lead to transformation!”

Hou Ting’s voice carried a sober severity as he made a heavy oath.

Zhou Yan touched his nose, hearing the strong ring of truth in Hou Ting’s words, which signified that they were not being deceitful.

“Master, it’s alright now, it was just a sudden pang of pain, as if a sword stabbed my heart momentarily, but I’m fine now. Perhaps the coalescence of the Emperor Blood previously triggered an old injury that hadn’t fully healed yet. Master, Chenchen really is okay, don’t worry.”

Hou Chen also sensed himself carefully and found no issues. Puzzled, he touched his nose once more, putting it down to an incomplete recovery from his injury.

“It must be that.”

Zhou Yan could only agree with Hou Chen’s explanation.

(Today, four chapters are completed to make up for the missed updates from before. From tomorrow on, Can Jian will do his utmost to ensure frequent, high-quality updates for everyone to enjoy and support this book.)