Chapter 808: Recognizing a Thief as Father

The little Daoist priest stomped his feet, fuming with rage, feeling like he would explode. He was truly at his wit's end.

Chu Feng's "ultimate move" was unresolvable for him. But remembering his experiences on the Path of Reincarnation—being ambushed, having his black talismans stolen, and being abandoned in the Reincarnation Cave—he still had to "acknowledge his tormentor as his father." The thought alone was heart-wrenching.

The little Daoist priest hopped and fumed, tugging at Chu Feng's collar, utterly unwilling to accept the situation.

What was particularly unbearable was seeing Chu Feng sitting there calmly, watching him with an air of peace and tranquility.

This was more infuriating than a king's scorn. That composure seemed to say, "Jump, yell, fuss all you want, I am your father."

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" The little Daoist priest clenched his fists, genuinely wanting to take Chu Feng down with him. This was simply too much bullying!

He desperately wished he could tread the Path of Reincarnation again and reincarnate once more. He simply couldn't endure this now.

"Son, please calm down for a moment," Chu Feng said. Every gesture exuded calmness and gentleness, a smile on his face.

The little Daoist priest felt his whole body burning, as if he were about to turn into a torch. Chu Feng no longer called him "child" but directly "son," which was utterly shameful and unbearable.

Was he trying to remind him that the father-son relationship was irreversible, an established fact?

At that moment, the silver-haired little girl spoke, her big eyes sparkling mischievously. "Good boy, be nice, don't make a fuss. Quickly tell your auntie what the Path of Reincarnation is like. You're actually a reincarnated being, someone who came through transmigration?"

The little Daoist priest wanted to vomit blood. Such a tiny loli was actually calling him "good boy"! How bleak his life had become!

Moreover, this silver-haired little girl didn't care about his grievances at all; she completely ignored them and instead asked him about other things on the Path of Reincarnation, making him feel terribly stifled.

Ouyang Feng said, "Great-nephew, don't get so worked up. Come down and tell us the mysteries of your reincarnation. How did you become so strange? Is it because of those black talismans? Also, do you have any more?"

The little Daoist priest was absolutely fuming. Another one! It was bad enough that this black strange bird, seemingly only two or three years old, was taking advantage of him, but its sly eyes were still gleaming. What did that mean?

"Great-nephew, do you have any more black talismans?" Ouyang Feng asked again, his eyes opening and closing with a brilliant, roguish gleam.

The little Daoist priest was seething. This black swan was utterly shameless—was it planning to rob him? It was bad enough to have a scoundrel for a father, but how could everyone around him be like this?!

He felt he had been outrageous enough in his previous life, but encountering this father and this uncle by circumstance was like encountering scoundrels multiplied by three.

At that moment, he even began to doubt life itself. Was it true that only people of similar character ended up in the same family?

Then, Ying Zhexian spoke. While comforting the little Daoist priest, she also brought up the Path of Reincarnation. It was rare for this tranquil, otherworldly immortal to show curiosity, and she began to inquire about it.

At the same time, Qin Luoyin also spoke, conversing with the little Daoist priest, telling him to calm down now, that everything could be resolved slowly, and not to get agitated or yell. Naturally, she also inquired about the Path of Reincarnation.

The little Daoist priest wanted to cry. "This humble Daoist feels such bitterness in his heart," he said. "Having encountered such a great tribulation in life, is there no one who sympathizes with me? Is there no one who will help me denounce that black-hearted, thick-skinned father?"

He was so sorrowful. To become father and son with his great enemy, and then to encounter such a group of insensitive relatives who didn't care about the bitterness in his heart—he was almost falling into depression.

And what he least expected was that the first person to comfort him... was Chu Feng!

"Child, I understand you."

Hearing these words, the little Daoist priest fumed. "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, you understand squat!" he cried. "Do you know how much I want to kill you right now? If you weren't my father... Ugh, just thinking about this relationship is so damn heart-wrenching!"

In fact, through the series of conversations and arguments just now, Ying Zhexian and Ouyang Feng had mostly understood. All in all, this little Daoist priest was indeed in a very vexing situation.

Qin Luoyin comforted him softly, though she also felt a headache coming on. This son truly had an extraordinary origin; he had come with memories of a past life. Such a person could not possibly be an ordinary mortal.

Most importantly, such a person, harboring an astonishing secret and defying the cycles of reincarnation throughout history, had become her son.

Qin Luoyin lifted him down from Chu Feng, speaking softly to him. No matter what, he was her child; she needed to reason with him and also "discipline" him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, why didn't you just let me be born as a stone fetus and emerge directly from a rock crevice?" the little Daoist priest cried, looking up at the sky with a face full of sorrow and indignation. "Now, this humble Daoist is truly suffering!"

Ouyang Feng said, "Look at this great-nephew, how sad his little face has become. Don't be angry anymore. No matter how much you fuss, your father is still your father."

These words once again pierced the little Daoist priest's heart. It hurt so much; the pain in his chest was unbearable, making him want to vomit blood again.

"Yes, your father will always be your father," the silver-haired little girl also emphasized, warning him not to defy.

Ying Zhexian, meanwhile, gently patted his head and smiled softly. This did nothing to comfort the little Daoist priest's sorrowful heart. Who was he? Someone with Heavenly Venerate-level talent, being patted on the head in sympathy! He wanted to shout that this dark world made it impossible for people to live!

However, he also realized that even with his god-slaying art, he couldn't use it on Chu Feng. He couldn't actually kill his father in this life, could he? If he did, his cultivation path would be severed, and he wouldn't pass the cosmic law's scrutiny. The Heavenly Dao, though ruthless, was orderly, and would eventually cut him down!

"Son, your father will help you resolve this knot in your heart. Come here." Chu Feng beckoned, then smiled like a benevolent father, and once again... carried the little Daoist priest over!

"You jerk!" The little Daoist priest gritted his teeth, wanting to say, "You don't even hug? You just carry your own child like that?"

Then, he cursed inwardly, scolding himself for being so pathetic, for unconsciously adopting this identity.

"Be gentle, he's still small. You should hold him properly," Qin Luoyin said.

What gave the little Daoist priest a bit of psychological comfort was that his mother, who had once tried to kill him, now cared about him greatly, spoke up to protect him, and stood on his side.

Then he wanted to cry. Even before he was born, he had fought his own mother just to come into the world. Now, he was starting a fight with his own father. He looked up, his eyes blurred with tears, feeling as if the whole world was his enemy.

Chu Feng carried him like that because he could see the child was pushed to the extreme. He was afraid of being unexpectedly attacked by the boy; if he were to be knocked down, that would be a huge embarrassment.

Chu Feng dared not underestimate him. No matter how small he was, he was an existence that emerged from the Reincarnation Cave. Heaven knew what his true origins were.

"Let me go!" the little Daoist priest glared.

"I am your father."

The little Daoist priest immediately gritted his teeth and said, "You ambushed me!"

"I am your father."

The little Daoist priest was furious. "You stole my great opportunity—the black talismans!" he yelled.

"I am your father."

At that, the little Daoist priest collapsed. No matter how he changed his tactics, or what accusations and reprimands he hurled, the other party remained unmoving, with only that one infuriating phrase: "I am your father."

He truly had no temper left. Encountering a black-hearted and thick-skinned person wasn't scary; what was terrifying was when that person was his own father.

"Son." Chu Feng seemed to say this on purpose, emphasizing their relationship with the term.

The little Daoist priest shut his mouth, not wanting to speak to him.

"The things between us are nothing at all," Chu Feng said calmly.

Seeing the little Daoist priest about to get agitated again, looking as if he was ready to fight to the death, Chu Feng leisurely said, "I still have those black talismans. If you want them, I'll give them to you. It's no big deal, no problem at all."

"Really?!" The little Daoist priest's eyes immediately widened in shock, but also filled with joy and delight.

In that moment, he was like a desperate person suffering from unbearable thirst in a desert who suddenly discovered an oasis and water. He was so excited and thrilled that the entire world seemed to brighten.

Chu Feng asked, "What exactly is the use of those talismans? Isn't it just to burn them and sacrifice them to the mud statue by the Reincarnation Cave? Are they really that important?"

"Without those black talismans, I almost gained nothing in the Reincarnation Cave and couldn't even reincarnate with my memories. Besides, they have an even more important..." Suddenly, the little Daoist priest became wary. "Give them back to me first!"

"I didn't bring them into this world," Chu Feng replied, growing even more curious about what great uses these black talismans had.

He had carried those things for a long time, studied them extensively, but still couldn't figure them out.

"Let's talk after you give them back to me. Besides, the waters on the Path of Reincarnation are too deep; it's better for us to say less about it, otherwise, there will certainly be great disaster," the little Daoist priest said with extreme seriousness.

"What do you mean 'you and I'?" Chu Feng looked at him. "What should you call me? Call me Dad."

"Oh, for heaven's sake..." The little Daoist priest felt his heart clench again.

"Do you still want the black talismans?" Chu Feng looked at him.

"Dad!" the little Daoist priest called out, bracing himself. That item was too important; it wasn't just about burning and sacrificing. It also concerned an invisible essence, perhaps luck or a certain spiritual status, which could protect oneself. Furthermore, it had even deeper underlying reasons, involving irreversible decrees and edicts.

"Where do these black talismans come from? Can you tell me? Are they very important?" Chu Feng asked him.

The little Daoist priest stood there lost in thought, feeling somewhat ashamed. He had actually called him "Dad" just now. Was this... acknowledging his tormentor as his father? But then again, he was indeed his father!