In the study, Ling Hai was sitting on a chair and reading a book. Lin Xuan walked over and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Ling Hai put down the book and said. Lin Xuan pushed the door open and walked in.
"Uncle, I'm here."
"Mm, have a seat."
Ling Hai looked at Lin Xuan and nodded.
Oh wow.
Just as Qin Lan had said, in front of Ling Ying and her, Ling Hai would be more taciturn, and his tone would be worse, making him seem very stern. However, when they were alone, Lin Xuan felt that his attitude was a lot gentler.
Lin Xuan sat opposite him.
Damn it! Since when was he so reserved?
But this was inevitable.
"Uncle, do you have anything to tell me?"
Lin Xuan asked softly.
Ling Hai looked at Lin Xuan and said, "I don't object to you and Xiao Ying being together."
Ling Hai said straightforwardly.
"Thank you, uncle, for your help."
"It can't be considered a blessing. You fought for it yourself. You used your actions to prove that you are worthy of her. I saw all of this with my own eyes."
Ling Hai then stood up and slowly paced around the study, as if he had something on his mind.
"Previously, I was against you because of my personal feelings. Don't take it to heart."
Lin Xuan nodded. "I understand."
"But now, there is something very important that I have to tell you. Even Xiao Ying's mother, your aunt, doesn't know about this. I didn't dare to tell her. In this world, only Xiao Ying's grandfather and I know about this."
Lin Xuan frowned.
He didn't dare to tell Ling Ying's mother? What was it that he didn't dare to tell her?
As Ling Ying's mother, what couldn't she know?
"Sigh."
Ling Hai sighed. He looked through the window at the night sky outside, looking deeply worried.
"When you know about this, you can decide whether you want to be with Xiao Ying or not."
Lin Xuan stood up. "Uncle, please speak."
Ling Hai turned around and looked at Lin Xuan.
"You have to promise me that even if you find out, you'll keep it to yourself. You won't tell anyone, not even Xiao Ying's mother!"
Lin Xuan nodded.
Then, he handed the book to Lin Xuan.
"Turn to page 82."
Lin Xuan glanced at it.
"What is this?"
There was a photo on the page. It showed a room with a bed. The person lying on the bed seemed to be Qin Lan, and in her arms was a newborn baby. If she was Qin Lan, then the baby must be Ling Ying. This was nothing, but there was an extremely strange scene. There was a black mist between the baby's eyebrows. At first, Lin Xuan thought that it might be photoshopped. So, Lin Xuan looked up at Ling Hai in confusion.
Ling Hai put his hands behind his back and looked out the window. "It's your aunt and Xiao Ying in the photo. When Xiao Ying was born, your aunt fainted."
"What is this black mist?"
"This is what I want to tell you."
Ling Hai let out a sigh and turned around.
"This black fog is a Fiendcelestial."
"What?"
Lin Xuan frowned and looked at Ling Hai.
"Have you heard of the Shura God?"
"Shura …"
"According to the ancient records, eight thousand years ago, a woman met with a tragic fate. After her death, her soul remained in the world and possessed the body of a princess. She brought harm to the world, and countless people died at her hands. She was known as the Shura God. It was said that she reached the Heavenly Dao Realm, or perhaps an existence that surpassed it. But legend has it that it was an era of gods, and there was no need for the so-called system to cultivate."
Lin Xuan quietly listened to Ling Hai's words.
"Later, many experts gathered and suppressed the Shura God. Her soul was destroyed, and in a sense, the Shura God had completely fallen. But it wasn't that simple. Before she died, she said that she would never be destroyed forever. Indeed, many years later, the Shura God descended upon a girl. It was this black mist, the exact same black mist. That girl went berserk at the age of twenty-five and massacred millions of lives …"
Lin Xuan: "…"
"Uncle, you mean …"
Ling Hai sighed and nodded.
"That's right. If the ancient records aren't wrong, Little Ying is the third person to be born from this soul."
Lin Xuan: "…"
"Little Ying is twenty-one this year and will soon be twenty-two. If she is also twenty-five, she still has three years. Perhaps I will end her life with my own hands on that day." Ling Hai slowly closed his eyes as he said this.
Parents in this world love each other dearly. Who would be willing to let anything happen to their child?
But …
If she didn't do that, once the Shura's power awakened, she wouldn't be herself. Her power would surpass everything. At that time, she would make a big mistake. Countless lives would die in her hands. But was there any other way? There was, and that was to end her life before that happened!
"Is this true?"
Lin Xuan's brows were tightly knitted.
"Yes, Little Ying's grandfather … No, to be precise, our Ling family's ancestor was one of the people who suppressed the first generation of the Shura God. Who would have thought that after eight thousand years, she would be born into our Ling family. She is probably taking revenge on us."
"Is there no solution?"
Lin Xuan asked anxiously.
He would never have thought that such a thing would happen!
"No, at least I don't know. No one I know knows either. So, even if you know this, are you still willing to be with Little Ying?"
Ling Hai looked at Lin Xuan.
"Of course!"
Lin Xuan said without hesitation.
"Why?"
Lin Xuan smiled and said: "Because I like her, and also …"
Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with determination.
"I believe that there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved. Whether it is the Shura or the Gods, there must be a way. I will definitely think of a way."
Perhaps this was good news for Lin Xuan. Otherwise, he would never know. Or perhaps it would be too late when he found out! But now, there might be three years left. He could think of a way. At least there was still time. He could ask Linglong Xue!
"Sigh …"
Ling Hai sighed.
"All these years, I've been secretly looking for a way, but to no avail. You're still young, and you don't have anything to rely on. How could you have a way? I hope that you can let her live happily every day for the next three years. If you can, I'll be very grateful."
"No!"
Lin Xuan shook his head.
"Hmm?"
Ling Hai looked at Lin Xuan.
"I don't want these three years, I want my whole life. I will definitely find a way, definitely!" Lin Xuan clenched his fists.
"Sigh, Little Ying's taste is still better than this old man's. Go, this is what I want to tell you. If there is really no other way, I hope you can bring her back to Tiandu in the last year. I want to spend some time with her."
Lin Xuan took a deep breath, nodded, and walked out.
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