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Chapter 329: I Can’t Bear This Karma!
🕑 Added 2024-11-04 13:28:19 +0000 UTC"This is the Creation Monument?"
Qin Zi gazed at the towering ancient monument in the distance, a look of shock and yearning on his face.
What a terrifying aura!
What kind of treasure is this, that even just a glance at it makes it hard for him to breathe?
He was a Martial Emperor, after all.
"Take your time comprehending it. The Creation Monument holds endless legacies, and how much you can obtain will depend on your perseverance."
Yes, he emphasized perseverance.
He was subtly misleading Qin Zi into believing that comprehending the monument had no limit, and that it was all about persistence!
"Don’t worry, Father! I’ll make sure to get as many opportunities as I can!"
Qin Zi promised with utmost determination.
"Good, focus on your comprehension. Don’t worry about your safety—Father will guard you."
Qin Chuan said with a warm, caring smile.
"Father, aren’t you going to comprehend it too? Surely, what’s inside the monument could also benefit you?"
Qin Zi asked hesitantly.
"You don’t need to worry about Father’s matters. Just doing what you need to do is the best way to repay me."
Qin Chuan encouraged him.
His expression seemed to suggest that he had sacrificed greatly for his son’s success.
Such noble affection.
Such selfless fatherly love!
Qin Zi was deeply moved. His eyes welled up with tears, completely caught in the trap of his father’s love.
"Father, rest assured! I won’t let you down!!"
With that, Qin Zi closed his eyes, letting his spiritual energy flow from the center of his forehead into the Creation Monument.
Meanwhile, Qin Chuan formed a protective energy barrier around them, isolating them from outside gazes.
All anyone else could see was a giant black sphere floating in midair, with no idea of what was happening inside.
This way, no one would notice that Qin Zi was repeatedly comprehending the Creation Monument.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
Gradually, a radiant glow flickered around Qin Zi, signaling that he was gaining quite a bit of inheritance.
Qin Chuan noticed this.
This boy’s luck was truly exceptional. He had already extracted seven or eight legacies, and there was still no sign of being haunted by any spirit.
It made him wonder if he was the biological father—was Qin Zi secretly Heaven’s favored son?
However.
As the saying goes, "The Dao is impartial, yet orderly." Even Heaven’s chosen child cannot always escape trouble.
Finally, after extracting his twelfth legacy, something changed in Qin Zi.
His eyes remained tightly shut, but his face grew pale, and his eyelashes trembled violently as if he were struggling.
"System, activate Heavenly Eye."
Qin Chuan ordered. It was a service he had found while browsing the Father Points Shop.
Ding! Consumed 10,000 Father Points. Heavenly Eye successfully activated! Duration: two hours.
The system's voice sounded.
Suddenly, Qin Chuan felt his vision change, as if he could now see beyond the ordinary, perceiving what others couldn’t.
He saw it.
From Qin Zi’s forehead extended a transparent thread, reaching deep into the Creation Monument.
Inside the monument, thick gray fog swirled, and beneath it was a roiling gray sea.
Amidst the gray sea, a figure glowing faintly white clutched the transparent thread, slowly climbing upwards.
The figure was grotesque, like a skinned monkey, its surface smooth like jade, emanating a faint glow.
"Father, save me! Save me!"
Within his divine soul, Qin Zi’s consciousness screamed in terror, but no sound came out.
At that moment, it felt like he was experiencing sleep paralysis—desperate to shout, but unable to make a sound, forced to endure the fear alone.
As the white figure climbed higher, Qin Zi gradually realized that no one could hear him.
He began to despair.
But just then, a familiar and gentle voice rang in his ear, "Don’t be afraid, Father is here."
Whoosh!
Qin Zi's consciousness lit up with joy.
He discovered that his father’s gaze was locked onto his own—Father could see him through his body and soul!
"You can see me?"
The white figure paused, its raspy voice sounding surprised.
"Of course."
Qin Chuan smiled.
"Hmph, so what if you can? This body is mine now. You cannot interfere, nor can you stop me!"
The white figure sneered coldly.
"The body, hair, and skin are gifts from one's parents. We won’t even discuss the soul, but this body definitely belongs to me."
Qin Chuan replied calmly, his words carrying a deeper meaning. "What, you want to take over this body? Do you want to be my son?"
In reality...
Becoming his son was a high-risk job—without a strong enough fate, one wouldn’t survive!
Hearing those words, the white figure suddenly felt a chill. It hesitated in its climb, grabbing the thread with one hand while using the other to calculate something. Its expression turned grim.
Muttering to itself, it said, "Why do I feel like there’s great karma involved in this? No, I absolutely cannot be his son!!"
Becoming someone’s son wasn’t just a matter of recognition. If it took over this body, the relationship would be sealed.
This was a fate determined by the heavens!
The white figure sensed that becoming this man’s son would incur a heavy karmic debt—far worse than being struck by lightning.
"Forget it. This karma is beyond me."
In the end, the powerful spirit decisively let go of the transparent thread.
Whoosh!
Facing the sky, it fell back, its arms swaying back and forth, a serene smile on its face.
"ShangguanHuai~"
Qin Chuan stood there, dumbfounded by the scene, and for some reason, a woman’s voice echoed in his mind.
He felt a little disappointed.
This spirit seemed quite formidable, perceptive enough to sense the danger of becoming his son, so it had given up on possessing Qin Zi.
What he had really hoped for was for the spirit to attempt the possession. After all, possession destroys a person’s soul and consciousness. If the desire to possess was strong enough, it could transform into murderous intent!
At that point, his own cultivation would skyrocket.
Phew...
Qin Zi emerged from his state of comprehension, breathing heavily with lingering fear, his face pale as he patted his chest.
"That was close... so close..."
"With Father here, there’s no need to worry."
Qin Chuan patted his son’s shoulder, speaking calmly, "Continue."
"Uh? More?!"
Qin Zi’s eyes widened in fear. He weakly protested, "Father, they say that being greedy is unwise. I’ve already gained so many legacies. Isn’t it time to stop before I overreach?"
Qin Chuan’s expression remained unchanged as he said flatly:
"This is what you call ‘a lot’? Do you know how much accumulation it takes to become a true powerhouse? With such an opportunity in front of you, if you don’t seize it now, you may never get another chance."
Hearing this, Qin Zi felt guilty.
He could also hear the hint of disappointment in his father’s voice—like he was angry at his son for not living up to expectations.
At that moment, Qin Chuan looked at him and asked calmly, "Zi, are you scared?"
"I..."
Qin Zi wanted to deny it but didn’t want to lie to his father, so he lowered his head in shame.
Qin Chuan gently patted his head, his voice softening with warmth as he said affectionately:
"Being scared is normal. After all, in situations like that, crying out to the heavens brings no answer, and calling to the earth brings no response—it’s the most despairing feeling. But... haven’t I always been right here beside you?"
"You can call to the heavens, and they may not answer. You can call to the earth, and it may not respond. But when you call for Father... I am always here."
He paused for a moment, then delivered the final persuasive push:
"Zi, do you trust your father?"
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