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He gently patted the children's backs a few times, reciting a light Sutra that gradually silenced their cries and eased their worries. After lightly pinching the napes of the little ones, they fell into a peaceful sleep. He then placed them on a makeshift bed made of chairs before returning to the table.
He muttered to himself, "If he truly is my biological father, then he is an evil demon who must be killed! I will fight for my master. As for what comes next, we shall see."
Sang Qingxiao added, "If he really is your biological father, then Ji Rui's child was most likely taken by him. At five years old, that is precisely when the strength of the Qilin Bloodline becomes apparent. That child should possess the bloodline that your father lacks, but the chances of him still being alive are almost zero."
Huo Qi gasped, "How pitiful, Misha. You are fortunate to have Puzhao Temple, especially with Master Wulian's protection, allowing you to survive this long."
Misha smiled bitterly, "It's only because he doesn't need my bloodline. If he valued it, Yuanhui would have handed me over. My master is not strong enough to protect me. Perhaps I should be grateful; it might just be my weakness."
The next morning, Misha intentionally kept to herself in the courtyard for morning prayers, leaving the main gate slightly ajar. Ling'er, who had been frightened all night, couldn't wait for dawn and rushed to the courtyard despite her injuries.
Upon seeing Misha, she lost all thoughts of using her charm and rushed towards him, kneeling on the ground. But when she got a closer look at Misha's robust and unruly appearance, she hesitated. Not all monks were adept at dealing with demons; from a distance he seemed capable, but up close he appeared less so.
Just as she wavered about whether to seek his help, Ji Rui had also woken early after a restless night and witnessed Ling'er's disgraceful act. She scolded her sharply, "What an embarrassment! Why are you here instead of serving over there? Are you looking for more punishment after yesterday?"
Ling'er had lost all her previous bravado and threw herself at Ji Rui. "Big Sister, save me! I promise I won't compete with you for him anymore! I'll go to a nunnery and never come out again!"
Ji Rui quickly understood what was happening. "Could it be that Ling'er saw the Monster reveal itself?" She hurriedly said, "Ling'er, you know my son-in-law is helping me find my child right now. I have needs from him; that's why he values you. I can't argue against that and must tolerate you for now."
"I intended to turn a blind eye to your relationship with him, but you provoked me instead! If you behave from now on, I won't mistreat you and will even take care of you on his behalf."
"At this point in time, my son-in-law should be waking up soon. What are you still doing here? Hurry up and serve him!" Ji Rui ordered someone to pull Ling'er out of the courtyard.
Having finally escaped outside, Ling'er dared not return. Seeing she couldn't break free from their grasp, she shouted desperately, "He’s not just a Son-in-law; he’s a Monster! The Son-in-law is a Monster! Big Sister, please save me! If I go back now, I'll die horribly!"
Ji Rui looked astonished and waved at Ling'er. "Come here and tell me everything you saw yesterday!"
The Son-in-law is a Monster.
Ji Rui wanted to know more, specifically. Ling'er, however, didn't see much either; she only noticed the shadow of a beast on the Son-in-law's face.
What kind of beast? I don't know, it's just there.
What do you mean you don't know? What good are you?
Ji Rui cast a cold glance at Ling'er, estimating that she must have been hit hard yesterday and was quite ill. Her little face was flushed; could it be a fever that muddled her mind? How could a perfectly fine person see a Monster?
After all, she had served me well, so I couldn't just stand by and watch her suffer. "Come here, help her to her courtyard," Ji Rui ordered. "Ling'er, just rest easy; a doctor will come to check on you shortly."
"No, no! I don't want to go! Please!" Big Girl pleaded.
Ji Rui observed the servants tugging at each other with cold indifference.
Sang Qingxiao emerged after washing up and called out to her, "Ji Young Lady, are you sure you want to mix personal grudges into this?"
"Isn't it just part of the deal?"
"I don't care how you assert your authority. If anyone dares to mess with me, once that person is captured, I won't ask any questions about your involvement."
Ji Rui looked at her; the young girl had quite the temper. Just like Ji Young Lady, both had been spoiled by others. Yet there was a slight difference—she had her own strength to back up her temper.
Ji Rui had intended for a quick resolution, but if Ji Young Lady delayed any further, things could get complicated.
Ji Rui quickly changed her expression. "You all are impressive; you call the shots here. But do you still need my help?"
Big Girl had cleared out everyone from the manor, making sure they stayed as far away from that courtyard as possible. "My parents and younger brother went out of town to visit relatives last night, and many servants went with them. Miss Sang doesn't need to worry about anything else; we should act quickly."
As they headed out in that direction, Ji Rui followed alone. She wanted to see for herself and ask him directly if he had taken the child away and where he had taken them.
Was it disbelief in them? Perhaps it was due to maternal instincts.
Let it be.
When they reached outside the small courtyard, Li Cu jumped over, just waking up. It seemed he sensed something unusual and wore a serious expression as he pondered for a moment before continuing his training.
The atmosphere was thick with Bloodthirst, so pungent it made me gag. In the small courtyard, the Bloodthirst was visibly seeping out from the man's dwelling.
Misha halted the others from following and stepped in calmly. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the figure of a man sitting cross-legged emerged from the Bloodthirst.
Upon hearing the commotion, the man opened his eyes wide with anger. He scrutinized Misha for a moment, revealing a rather satisfied expression, followed by greed and envy. How could someone without guidance integrate so well?
Buddha's protection, indeed. Ha! What does that mean in front of us divine beasts? Look at your calm demeanor; do you even know who I am?
Misha couldn't bring himself to call him "father." He had heard from Yuanhui that this man was neither a good person nor a good demon.
Yuanhui? Hmph! Just a worthless fool. If I were him, I wouldn't have ended up in such a pitiful state.
That skull may be a useless relic, but being the first among High Monks is still possible. Yet he stubbornly fixates on the number of Sarira after death. How ridiculous it is to care only about what comes after life while neglecting what happens before it.
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