Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr As this line of words appeared, the beautiful valley before Ling Lan's eyes suddenly shattered like glass, and then dissipated. In the blink of an eye, a new scene appeared before Ling Lan's eyes. She had arrived at a magnificent hall, and this hall was one that Ling Lan could not be more familiar with. It was the home she had lived in for 7 years — the Ling family home.
This unexpected scene caused a trace of surprise to appear in Ling Lan's eyes. Being cautious, Ling Lan did not choose to move, but instead stood where she was. She tapped her head lightly and lowered her head in thought. Was this originally set up, or was this a temporary illusion created by the legacy mission's extraction of her memories?
She had to figure this out, or else she might make the wrong choice and fail the mission. Although she had already gone further than the other children, Ling Lan was still unwilling to accept failure.
Ling Lan decided to first investigate the details of this hall. If this scene was originally set up by the legacy mission, then it was very likely related to her father, Ling Xiao. Then, since Ling Xiao had already been dead for almost 8 years, the old mansion in his memories would definitely be different from the one she was seeing now. If this was an illusion created by extracting her memories, then she would definitely not be able to find any differences.
Ling Lan looked around carefully, and very soon, she found something different. On one of the single-seater sofas in the hall, there was an extra woolen military coat, and on the wall behind it, next to her parents' wedding photos, there was nothing there — only one of her photos was missing.
Every year, Lan Luofeng would choose one of Ling Lan's latest portraits and hang it next to their wedding photos in the hall. She had already changed it seven times in a row, never stopping. According to Lan Luofeng, she wanted Ling Xiao to keep watching Ling Lan grow up.
However, Ling Lan thought that Lan Luofeng was just too bored and wanted to find something to do. Still, for the sake of her mother's happiness, Ling Lan let it be.
"From the looks of it, this scene is definitely not part of my memory. Since I was born, my picture has been hanging there." The corners of Ling Lan's mouth curled up slightly. Since she had an answer, her next choice would be much easier.
When Ling Lan took her first step, a clear voice rang out in the hall, "Please choose any room you like. The test content in each room is different. Some are easy, while some are difficult …"
The corners of Ling Lan's mouth curled up slightly. This was a trap, right? Ever since she had entered the Legacy Quest, she had never come across a quest that relied purely on luck. This was obviously somewhat abnormal, if it was really as she thought.
The clear voice continued, "This isn't about whether it's fair or not. It's about luck. Sometimes, luck is also a form of strength." Of course, it didn't exclude the possibility that this was how things were originally set up, regardless of whether you wanted to or not.
Just as the clear voice finished speaking, all the doors facing the main hall creaked open in unison. The doors had all opened automatically, as if inviting Ling Lan in.
"This is a misdirection, isn't it?" Ling Lan had an answer in her heart. If one didn't know the Ling family's ancestral home well, they would definitely be deceived by the scene before them. From the very beginning, this quest had silently eliminated all candidates who were not part of the Ling family. This was probably why all the children before them had failed — because none of them were Ling Lan.
"Are you waiting for me? My father! " By this time, Ling Lan had pretty much confirmed that this Legacy Quest was most likely set up by her father, Ling Xiao.
Dad, who the hell are you? Ling Lan laughed bitterly in her heart. She regretted not researching Ling Xiao's information in time, leaving her very confused now.
Ling Lan composed herself, lifted her feet, and walked resolutely through the hall. Ignoring the spiral staircase on both sides, she walked to the middle of the corridor.
Rooms lined both sides of the corridor, and at this time, all the doors were open. As Ling Lan walked, she could see the furnishings and contents of the rooms. Some of them were the same as they were now, but some were completely different. Was this her father's memory?
She walked in front of a full-length mirror. The mirror was very big and very tall, reaching 2.5 metres in height and 4 metres in length.
Without hesitation, Ling Lan pushed her hands inwards, and something unexpected happened. The mirror actually broke apart from the middle, folding inwards in all four directions. In the end, the mirror disappeared, revealing the passageway behind it. At the end of the four-metre-wide passageway was a spacious staircase covered with a white carpet.
Ling Lan had just stepped into the corridor when the mirror was laid out again, and in the blink of an eye, it was back to its original state. It was a full-length, full-length mirror without any blemishes. It was impossible to see the fine cracks in it with the naked eye. With the current technology, it was already flawless.
The Ling family's old residence was divided into two separate spaces, front and back. The front was the reception area. Of course, there were also rooms belonging to the master, such as the master bedroom and study, to deal with prying eyes.
The back was the real resting place of the head of the Ling family. And this secret, other than the head of the Ling family, was only known by a few loyal old servants who stayed in the Ling family's old residence for a long time.
Therefore, even if the other students were lucky enough to pass the first few tests and enter here, they would not be able to find the real room. Even if someone accidentally touched the mirror, it would not be opened. This was because the force and position of the push were all regulated. Different positions would require different amounts of force.
Of course, this did not exclude the possibility of someone being extremely lucky and coincidentally meeting the requirements in every aspect … This kind of person was obviously favored by the heavens, the winner in life, and the protagonist of the story. Ling Lan would not have any objections if the inheritance was taken away. She did not want to be compared to a monster.
Ling Lan slowly walked up the stairs. She did not know why, but her heart began to beat violently, and her palms began to sweat. Would Ling Xiao really appear in that room, the father of her current life?
Ling Lan finally arrived at the study. Her mother, Lan Luofeng, had once said that the study belonged to Ling Xiao. On the other hand, Ling Xiao also existed only in that study. As long as he walked out of that study, Ling Xiao would no longer be Ling Xiao, but Lan Luofeng's husband.
Ling Lan had always thought that her mother was a little tough, but she hid it very well. In particular, her methods of persuasion were at the level of a monster. Her tears were also one of her most successful methods. Several times, Ling Lan had succumbed to these methods. She believed that her father would not be able to do anything about it either.
Therefore, Ling Lan chose the study. Since it was Ling Xiao's inheritance task, it could only be passed on when Ling Xiao was present.
Ling Lan took a deep breath. She placed her right hand on the doorknob, and then pushed hard. The door was easily pushed open, and she took in the scene inside the study.
Ling Lan's eyes suddenly burst into tears …
Behind the desk, a handsome young man was looking at her with a smile — it was her father, Ling Xiao.
Only then did Ling Lan realise that over the past seven years, under Lan Luofeng's incessant bombardment of words, she had unknowingly begun to regard this man before her as her father. It was only because Ling Xiao was no longer around that these feelings were buried deep in Ling Lan's heart, and she had never discovered them. But now, seeing her father standing before her, Ling Lan could no longer control her heart, and actually burst into tears involuntarily.
Ling Xiao's current scene should be a memory from eight years ago — he could not sense Ling Lan's emotions at all. He only nodded slightly at her and said, "To be able to find this place, you should be my child, Ling Lan."
But very quickly, he said self-deprecatingly, "Who knows? I believe that the military won't give up on this legacy so easily. Perhaps you all will really be able to solve it — after all, those previous problems and obstacles weren't all that difficult." At this point, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly flashed coldly, and Ling Lan felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on her, almost crushing her to the ground. Luckily, Ling Lan had already been molded into a little maniac by the learning space. She immediately released a bit of her Dao aura, and withstood this boundless pressure.
But this time, Ling Lan knew that her father was indeed very powerful — anyone who could issue a legacy mission was not simple.
Ling Xiao seemed to only want to intimidate her a little, and was also concerned that the one who had passed was really his child, so he very quickly retracted his aura.
"If the one who inherits my legacy is not my child, then I only have one request. After you have learned it, find my child and teach him these things." Ling Xiao's words made Ling Lan's tears flow even more fiercely — so this legacy had really been left to her by her father.
Ling Xiao's attitude softened, and he continued to say, "If you want to receive my legacy, you still need to complete one last mission — find the one thing I need."
After saying this, Ling Xiao did not say anything else, only looking at Ling Lan with a smile. Ling Lan quickly wiped away her tears. Now was not the time for her to wallow in sorrow — she had to complete this mission first.
Ling Lan asked cautiously, "Can you be more specific?"
Ling Lan's reply was still Ling Xiao's smile. Ling Lan thought of a few more ideas, beating around the bush, but Ling Xiao only smiled. This made Ling Lan very depressed, somewhat resentful of her dad for making this legacy mission too complicated.
Ling Lan had no choice but to carefully observe the study, hoping to find some clues. Unfortunately, Ling Lan was quickly disappointed. This was because she found that this study was practically the same as the one she was in now. Other than Ling Xiao sitting behind the desk, the other furnishings were all the same. It was clear to see how much Lan Luofeng treasured Ling Xiao's study, unwilling to make even the slightest change.
Ling Lan was vexed. What should she do? What exactly did her dad need? Ling Lan could only study Ling Xiao, hoping to find some clues from his facial expressions and movements.
At this moment, Ling Xiao looked as if he was enjoying a good show. His left hand propped up his chin as he leaned against the armrest of the chair, his right hand tapping lightly on the table as he looked at her with a half-smile.
Hells, this heartless dad, actually torturing his own child like this... Ling Lan was full of complaints.
Although Ling Lan knew in her heart that this Ling Xiao before her was the Ling Xiao from eight years ago, and that he had no idea who was standing in front of him. This kind of infuriating attitude was definitely not directed at her, she was still very unhappy.
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