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"What distinguishes you from him? Aren't you also fixated on this bloodline?"
"Not quite. He seeks Merit, while you seek lives—specifically, the lives of your own offspring."
The man felt a sense of pride at this remark. "So you know about it? We are of the Qilin Bloodline. Many are aware of this Method, but few actually implement it.
Fearing this and that, achieving nothing—only your father and I are close to success.
Hmph, little do they know who has been secretly inciting those lazy ones to deal with me. These years have not been easy; the closer I get to success, the more I am hunted by my clan, severely hindering my progress.
Heaven must have taken pity on me to send you right to my doorstep, indicating that even the heavens are moved by my efforts and wish to help me succeed.
Child, what was your name again?"
"Misha."
"Tsk, that name lacks grandeur and tarnishes the reputation of our Qilin Bloodline. I am called Holy Overlord, so you shall be named Holy Misha."
Misha interrupted him, saying, "As far as I know, the Qilin Bloodline keeps a low profile and uses the surname Lu."
"Holy Overlord is a name I chose after my first successful fusion. I am about to embark on a path to divinity; thus, the name cannot be too modest. The surname Lu is not representative of the Qilin Bloodline. What does it matter if we abandon it?"
Misha had once imagined what meeting his father would be like. He thought his emotions might waver, but upon actually seeing him, he felt no stirrings at all—perhaps because he had never anticipated it.
"That child from the Ji Family—did you fuse with him too?"
"Ah, that child possesses greater talent than you and happens to have the bloodline I need. Even God intends to deliver him to me; how could I refuse?"
At that moment, Ji Rui, who had been eavesdropping outside, burst in. "It’s you! You took my Bao'er!"
Ji Rui was agitated and was about to rush forward when Misha held her back and whispered several Sutra in her ear.
Ji Rui calmed down slightly but kept asking, "Where's my child? Where's my son?!"
Holy Overlord laughed. "Didn’t you hear? He has been fused with me."
"Fused? What does fusion mean?!" Ji Rui couldn't bear to listen to Holy Overlord. She clutched Misha's sleeve tightly. "Tell me! What does fusion mean?!"
Faced with the truth, Misha could no longer hide it kindly and chose a more palatable explanation: "He may have already been reincarnated."
Holy Overlord chuckled. "My fusion Method is extremely domineering. Reincarnation? That’s unlikely."
"Gray! Fly! Smoke! Vanish! That is the fate of my poor son."
Malice filled Holy Overlord's eyes as he reveled in the despair on Ji Rui's face. "That little one was only five years old. After testing positive for the Qilin Bloodline, he was overjoyed for half a day. The little bit he had was exactly what I needed; I truly couldn’t wait for him to grow up.
I asked him if he liked his father."
He said he liked it.
I asked him if he was willing to do something for his father.
He said he was willing.
Ah, what a filial son! To reward his devotion, I took action that very day. At first, he endured it, but eventually, he couldn't hold back any longer and cried out loudly.
I coaxed him, saying it would be over soon. If he squirmed too much, his father's wish would not be fulfilled. That foolish child actually believed me. The pain was so intense that even I couldn't bear it, yet he gritted his teeth and endured.
Until the last moment of his life, he had no idea that his good father was taking his life and destroying his soul!
Not knowing anything at all could be considered a fortunate way to die.
Ji Rui could hardly bear such words. During her search for her son, she had avoided thinking about the possibility of his death. Now, however, she suddenly heard that not only had her child died young, but he had also suffered such torment!
What she found even more unbearable was that for over twenty years, the murderer had been right beside her, and she had been serving him without realizing it. If her child knew from beyond the grave, he would not only hate his father but probably resent her as well for being so blind.
Ever since Sang Qingxiao had reminded her, Ji Rui kept a dagger hidden close to her heart and sharpened it whenever she had the chance, finally ready to use it.
A desperate scream erupted from Ji Rui's mouth as she rushed towards the Holy Overlord. Misha had long anticipated this moment and blocked her again. Ji Rui was now completely deranged; seeing someone obstructing her, she didn't care who it was and thrust the sharp dagger forward. Misha couldn't dodge in time and was cut across the arm.
As the blade pierced flesh, Misha sensed that the dagger was poisoned. She thought ahead, but with a physique like the Holy Overlord's, ordinary toxins wouldn't harm him at all. Even Misha herself managed to force the poison out of her wound with a slight exertion of energy, letting it drip onto the ground.
Misha sighed and said, "Don’t sacrifice yourself anymore; you still have your father, your brother, and the Ji family to protect."
But the crazed Ji Rui wouldn't listen. Misha thought it would take some effort to calm her down; however, as her own emotions surged, she fainted completely.
Misha laid her against the wall and turned to face the Holy Overlord, who appeared to be in a state of amusement.
Anger flared up within Misha; how could you find joy in such a tragedy?
"You are all creations of mine; therefore, your lives belong to me. I can take them whenever I wish."
"You have survived until now simply because you are so incompetent. Your achievements and coincidences are merely due to my intervention."
"I wanted to find you but was hunted by our clan for months. Child, this injury is truly painful for me as your father. Aren't you supposed to be compassionate? Sacrificing your Qilin Bloodline will heal my wounds and make me stronger so that our clan will no longer dare to bully me."
"Many of your brothers have already shown their filial piety; it's time for you to do so as well."
Knowing that Misha would surely refuse, he began to channel the Qilin Bloodline's power.
The Holy Overlord's clothes tore apart inch by inch as layers of Qilin armor covered most of his body. As the armor grew longer, his form changed as well; towering over the house now, he halted and locked eyes with Misha.
Sang Qingxiao could see its full appearance from outside in the courtyard after climbing up high.
Huo Qi couldn't help but exclaim, "You know, it really is quite imposing. Ancient texts mention that the Qilin is both a fierce beast and an Auspicious Beast."
However, there was not a trace of auspiciousness on the Holy Overlord; instead, it radiated a menacing aura filled with Resentment. The overwhelming amount of Resentment seemed almost too much for its body to contain, spreading outwards and creating a foul stench. The surrounding grass and trees, upon contact, withered away instantly.
As for Misha, he was different. With the blessing of Sarira, he emanated a serene and fragrant lotus scent that calmed the spirit. When he opened his eyes, his expression radiated compassion—truly the one most deserving of being a divine beast.
"Look quickly! Misha has transformed!" someone pointed out. While he may not possess the same imposing presence as the Holy Overlord or share its grotesque size, he carried an inherent dignity that made the contrast between good and evil unmistakable.
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