CHAPTER 727: CHAPTER 293: THE SWINDLER AGAIN (PART 9)_2

Setting aside Jia Zhen’s status as the clan leader, even now, Duke Rong’s Mansion needs the support of Ningguo’s Mansion to build the Provincial Villa.

At this time, to fall out with Jia Zhen over a mere concubine son truly wasn’t worth it.

"Humph! Suit yourselves! Anyway, I, Jia She, have no say in the Jia family!"

Jia She knew in his heart that he couldn’t offend Ning Mansion, but he wasn’t willing to let it go, so he simply flicked his sleeve and left.

Jia Zhen: ...Really, it’s not my idea, so why are they all coming at me?!

He too was a poor soul oppressed by his own father, wasn’t he?!

Jia Zhen grumbled to himself, but obediently scurried off to do his father’s bidding.

In less than half a day’s time, without Jia Cong’s knowledge, he was handover to a new father.

"Father?"

Jia Cong slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in an unfamiliar room.

Though the room seemed simple, every detail hinted at refinement.

It was obvious that its inhabitant was someone with particular tastes.

He found that he hadn’t returned, nor had he reported to the Underworld; instead, he had been taken by Jia Jing, far out in the suburbs, to Xuanzhen Temple.

What Jia Cong found even more unbelievable was that he had only lost consciousness for a short while, only to wake up and be informed that he had already been adopted by Jia Jing.

This gaunt and frail old Taoist before him was now his freshly minted father!

Jia Cong, stunned, murmured this "father" almost to himself.

His brain was in complete disarray—

What kind of bizarre twist was this?

If Jia Cong was a character with less than three appearances, Jia Jing was someone who only existed in other people’s backgrounds.

And yet, now these two characters had been tossed together.

Was this world still the Red Mansion World he knew?

"Ha ha, I was indeed not mistaken; Jia Cong, you are the only variable in the Jia family!"

While Jia Cong was still in a daze, he suddenly heard a bout of laughter from the person before him.

Jia Cong’s heart skipped a beat, especially after clearly hearing the content of this person’s words, panic surged within him—could it be that this Grand Master of the Jia family, devoted to cultivation, had some trick up his sleeve that had revealed his origins?!

As a transmigrator, the situation he feared most was being unmasked.

Once others knew that he wasn’t the original soul, but merely a transient spirit from another world, what awaited him, he feared, might very well be burned alive.

In some web novels, there are those silly sacrificial lambs set up to highlight the transmigrating protagonists.

These characters, relying on their status as transmigrators, would act recklessly upon arrival in the otherworld, brimming with flaws, then either be soul-scattered by an Enlightened master or killed.

Jia Cong was beginning to doubt whether he was just a supporting character; he definitely didn’t want to become a brain-dead sacrificial lamb.

"What are you talking about? I, your son, cannot make heads or tails of it?"

Jia Cong started playing dumb; after all, this body was young, and he had sustained serious injuries and run a high fever—being slow on the uptake was normal.

"No matter, if you don’t understand, you don’t understand. Just remember this: from today onwards, you are my son, Jia Jing."

He Tiantian pretended to be profound with a "seeing through but not revealing" demeanor, saying lightly, "I’m cultivating in the mountains, and as for you, you’ll just stay here with me."

Ha?

To live with Jia Jing in Xuanzhen Temple?

This addict of the elixir of immortality, who gobbled down Golden Cores at the drop of a hat, wouldn’t he also want to turn him into a Taoist?

Wah, no!

It was enough trouble time-traveling once; even if he couldn’t achieve remarkable feats, he still, still didn’t want to become a monk!

Jia Cong’s little face instantly wrinkled into a steamed bun.

Seeing this, He Tiantian smiled, "Don’t worry, I won’t make you a monk, even I am merely cultivating at the Taoist Temple, not a true Taoist."

Not required to become a monk?

Then that’s alright!

However, living in the Taoist Temple all day, looking at those old Taoists with their nostril-twisting airs, was also quite uncomfortable.

He was still just a five or six-year-old child.

"...We won’t be living in Xuanzhen Temple forever."

He Tiantian seemingly possessed a Mind Reading Technique, guessing everything that Jia Cong was thinking.

Looking into Jia Cong’s eyes, she spoke slowly, "I have already instructed Brother Zhen to use all the Silver he was going to use for building the Provincial Villa for West Mansion to buy me land for a garden!"

Jia Cong’s eyes lit up.

If he hadn’t been adopted by Jia Jing, what did he care if the Jia family lived or died.

But, now, he was free from that scoundrel of a father, becoming the son of Jia Jing.

Although Jia Cong couldn’t yet be sure whether Jia Jing was a good father, surely he couldn’t be worse than Jia She.

And from the eyes of this Grand Master before him, Jia Cong could clearly see love and compassion.