The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 192 - 127 Go in My Stead_2

Chapter 192: Chapter 127 Go in My Stead_2

That half-demon face showed little in the way of expression, yet tears rolled down his cheeks: "Daddy, have you ever truly seen me as your own flesh and blood?"

Wenger replied displeasedly, "What are you talking about, Yu’er? Your mother may have been beautiful, but haven’t your half-demon features terrified many since you were a child? Without daddy’s protection, you would have been beaten to death by the Lady the moment you were brought into our home!" He softened his tone, "When you and Jin’er were young, our old home was ravaged by floods, and our family fled south, destitute and homeless. I would rather gnaw on grass and roots myself just to let you both drink rice water. Ask yourself, have I ever let you two suffer too harshly on this journey?"

Wen Liangyu shook his head.

"After I became the Yan City Lord, you said you wanted to try planning and decision-making, didn’t I trust you and give you free rein?"

Wen Liangyu’s eyes reddened, and he nodded.

But inside, Ning Xiaoxian was hit by a wave of shock — all those unexpected decisions of Rock City were actually made by Wen Liangyu!

Wenger placed his hands on his son’s shoulders, his voice full of gravity: "Yu’er, I have treated you sincerely. But your father’s body is failing, and I need your essence blood to sustain me. Are you willing to extend my life?" The gentle and sincere look in his eyes was the familial affection that the Second Young Master Wen had longed for years but had never received. Wasn’t everything he had exhausted himself for Rock City just to win his father’s acknowledgement?

Wen Liangyu felt a surge of passion welling up in his chest, the word "Yes" almost slipped off his tongue but was ultimately suppressed back by reason.

"Dad!" He struggled to make his voice sound calmer, "This Blood Exchange Technique, it requires my consent to be performed, doesn’t it?"

Wenger was taken aback and waved his hands quickly: "Where did you hear that?"

"If not so, why are you speaking to me so kindly now? Isn’t it just because you’re waiting for me to nod in agreement? Dad, even though you try to hide it when facing me, I can still see the disdain and disgust in your eyes." Wen Liangyu pondered, "In the past few years, there have always been discrepancies in the household accounts. A few years ago, I sent Mr. Xu, the accountant, to investigate, and he met an untimely death after only a few days. Looking back now, it must have been done by you."

His eyes grew brighter: "Hadn’t you planned everything years ago? Embezzling a little from Rock City’s revenue every year and then fixing the accounts? After seven years, it would add up to a considerable sum. Just waiting to exchange the essence blood, roll up the money and abscond, leaving for a life of leisure far away. Once you’ve turned into a half-demon, your appearance will have changed completely, by then no one will be able to connect you to the elegant City Lord Wen. This ’golden cicada shedding its skin’ trick is truly remarkable."

Accountant Mr. Xu? Ning Xiaoxian’s brow furrowed, could it be Tan Qinghe’s deceased husband? Sister Tan had mentioned that he died some years ago under mysterious circumstances, and now it appears to have been done by Wenger.

"I just don’t understand, what’s so good about being a half-demon? Neither human nor demon, despised and feared wherever you go. Why go through all this effort?"

Wenger let out a long sigh: "You truly are my son, not even poisoned can cloud your mind." He stood up, turned and took a few steps, the kind smile that had lingered on his face was now gone, "You’re young, how can you understand the fear of your body gradually falling apart, death looming closer each day? It took me fifty years to achieve my current status and position, no longer toiling like a homeless cur, but now I am to be buried? How unjust of Heaven! All I ask for is another life."

"Though you resent your half-demon identity, your senses, strength, far exceed those of ordinary people, and your lifespan can easily reach around two hundred years, which is a gift beyond what your father could hope for. If you were in my shoes, then you would understand that the most precious thing in this world is life itself. What is honor, status, or the rise and fall of Rock City worth? It’s all nonsense, none are more important than my own life! I wouldn’t speak of a hundred years, even if it allows me to live ten more years, I would give my all!" He was almost screaming by the end.

"I understand now." Wen Liangyu said quietly, "Father had long since planned on making a move, but over the past few years, I worked on the Spiritual Tea every day. As long as the tea wasn’t ready, you dared not lay your hands on me. Thank Heaven, the Spiritual Tea finally surfaced before the Tea Ceremony, so you can finally have your wishes fulfilled, right?"

Wenger couldn’t bother to hide it anymore, and he praised: "My son is truly intelligent. If only you were my pure-blooded flesh and blood and Jin’er was the half-demon, how much better it would have been?"

"Given that, my answer is—" Wen Liangyu, unmoved, "—unwilling!"

Wenger was not surprised and let out a long sigh, "Your life was given by me, and you were raised by me. Have you forgotten the teachings of the Saints? As a child, how can you not know gratitude?"

Wen Liangyu sneered: "I am not a person; I am just a half-demon, how would I know gratitude?"

"Fair enough, those not of our kind surely have different hearts. So be it, it will spare me some guilt." Wenger’s lips curled into a twisted smile: "Good son, you’ve been scheming to delay for so long, have your reinforcements arrived?"

Wen Liangyu closed his eyes and remained silent.

"I’ve been dragging this out with you, it was all just waiting for the right time. To correct you, speaking kindly to you is just to reduce complications in the blood exchange process, but it doesn’t necessarily require your consent." Wenger turned his head to look at Master Fan, "Mr., is it the right time yet?"

The previously silent and statuesque Master Fan in the corner finally spoke, "The time is just right." (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and Monthly Tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)