Chapter 5741: News about Luo Ning Shuang
"You fool, who allowed you to do it like this?"
Luo Zichuan suddenly sat up, resembling an angry lion. His face was stern, but in his eyes, there was a strong depth of affection.
Using his own blood to exchange for him, Luo Zichuan was both touched and infuriated. Even if it was his own grandson, he couldn't accept such behavior.
"It was my old man,"
Long Chen smirked and gestured towards Long Zhantian beside him. When else but now to shift blame?
Luo Zichuan's face turned angry. He stood up slowly, his tall figure exuding an imposing aura. He looked at Long Zhantian coldly.
At this moment, Long Zhantian stood respectfully, head bowed, like a child who had made a mistake, not daring to meet Luo Zichuan's gaze. Despite his immense strength, facing his father-in-law made him a bit nervous.
"You two chat, I'm just a kid, not convenient to butt in when adults are talking," Long Chen said and patted his butt before walking away.
Long Zhantian's scalp tingled. In that moment, the guilt brought about by training Long Chen in an almost cruel manner disappeared without a trace. This little rascal was truly disloyal.
Initially, with Long Chen around, there would have been some leeway due to his face. If Long Chen could provide a buffer, communication would have been easier. But now that Long Chen had left, the situation became awkward.
"Phew," Long Chen walked out of the nearly solidified room air, feeling the outside air so sweet and fresh. The dizziness and headache he felt had diminished significantly.
Almost seventy percent of Long Chen's purple blood energy had vanished. Originally, he had planned to transfer more than ninety percent of his purple blood energy into his grandfather's body to help him complete the blood replacement.
If anyone else did this, they would probably be permanently weakened, but Long Chen was different. He had an extraordinary control over the purple blood energy.
He sealed a portion of the purple blood runes. These were his life runes. As long as they were intact, Long Chen could replenish the depleted blood energy with time and resources without affecting the quality of the purple blood.
Within Luo Zichuan's drop of blood were his own life runes, encompassing both innate and acquired runes. The acquired runes were the symbols condensed from his cultivation techniques, arts, and divine abilities.
Therefore, Long Chen needed to return these runes to Luo Zichuan. Otherwise, even though Luo Zichuan possessed Long Chen's blood, he would have to re-cultivate all his techniques and abilities.
Long Chen found a high mountain, sat cross-legged at its peak, and after consuming a pill, he closed his eyes slowly. The energy of the heavens and earth began to gather around him.
Long Chen's immediate priority was to restore his soul power. Restoring the purple blood energy was fast with resources, but revitalizing the soul power was more challenging.
With his eyes closed in meditation, after half an hour, two figures appeared not far behind him on a taller peak – Luo Zichuan and Long Zhantian.
Seeing Long Chen enveloped in spatial energy ripples, which were fluctuations of soul power, Luo Zichuan couldn't help but sigh. "You are all pitiable children."
Long Chen had left, and in the end, Luo Zichuan had inquired about various past events from Long Zhantian. Long Zhantian had honestly recounted his encounters with Luo Ning Shuang, their acquaintance, love, Long Chen's birth, and subsequent framing, and so on.
After hearing Long Zhantian's story, Luo Zichuan remained silent. He left the room and came here, and Long Zhantian could only follow quietly.
Now, at this moment, Luo Zichuan finally spoke. Hearing his words, the anxious heart of Long Zhantian finally settled. This indicated that Luo Zichuan no longer held any resentment towards him.
"We are all slaves driven by fate, running desperately under the whip of the Heavenly Dao," Long Zhantian sighed.
"We are pitiable children, but aren't you as well?" Long Zhantian watched Luo Zichuan's back, the white hair at his temples, feeling a sense of melancholy.
For the sake of the Luo family, Luo Zichuan had devoted endless effort, exhausted himself until death. He had braved countless dangers, pierced through the gateway between worlds, released the Luo family from the confines of space, and found the branch of the Purple Blood lineage.
Initially, he thought that he could somehow fulfill the tasks entrusted by his ancestors, but upon arriving here, he realized that the task might have just begun.
He didn't fear dangers or mighty enemies, but here, he felt bound and powerless, a sensation of having a will but no strength.
He was the head of the family, and his responsibility was not just to rescue his ancestors, but also to ensure the future of the family.
But when he arrived here, the disciples of his lineage were far inferior to the talents of this place. His own strength alone wasn't sufficient. He had to pave the way for these people, at the very least, allowing them to live with dignity. That was his responsibility.
He didn't fear death, but he feared that after he died, the disciples of his lineage would be subjected to mockery and bullying for generations to come. Suddenly, he felt like he had truly grown old. Sometimes, his mental and emotional strength was drained, yet he remained helpless.
However, now seeing Long Chen's figure, a contented smile gradually formed on his face. Long Chen was the only young person he had ever approved of in his lifetime, and this young man was also his grandson.
"Those members of the Fate Hunting Clan, you killed them, right?" Luo Zichuan's gaze shifted from Long Chen and looked towards Long Zhantian.
Long Zhantian nodded.
"That day I sensed someone observing, deliberately lingering there for a while. Why didn't you reveal yourself?" Luo Zichuan asked.
"Because I heard news about Ning Shuang. I didn't dare to show myself; I could only bring that kid here. Negotiating without bargaining chips wouldn't work," Long Zhantian sighed.
"You used your own son as a bargaining chip for news about your wife?" Luo Zichuan couldn't help but shake his head.
"No choice, wife and child, you sometimes have to give up one," Long Zhantian spread his hands, indicating helplessness.
"Aren't you afraid he'll hear?" Luo Zichuan asked.
"If he can be so ungrateful, I don't have to feel embarrassed either," Long Zhantian replied. Evidently, he was quite displeased with Long Chen's ungrateful act of escaping.
Luo Zichuan chuckled. This father and son pair was quite interesting. At the same time, he thought of his own children and couldn't help but shake his head. With his rigid personality, he could never get as close to his children as Long Chen did with his father.
Although his two sons greatly respected him, they lacked the almost equal affection that existed between Long Chen and his father. Luo Zichuan rarely smiled or joked, and as a result, his children had grown quite rigid too.
Perhaps this was also why the disciples of his lineage lacked spirituality. In summary, it was because their patriarch was too old-fashioned.
After a moment of silence, Luo Zichuan spoke, "Ning Shuang traveled through the cracks of the world in her weak state to search for you and your son. She stumbled into a branch of the Purple Blood lineage accidentally.
Within that branch of the Purple Blood lineage, she practiced tirelessly, trying to break through the barrier between immortality and mortality, surmounting the Wall of Sighs, and entering your original world.
Later, she became the leader of that lineage, marshaling the power of the whole clan to peer into the place of your origin, only to find that it had turned into nothingness."
"Do... do you know where she is?" Long Zhantian's voice trembled.
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