The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity-Chapter 442 - 440: Hopefully It’s a Daughter

Death’s asphyxiation enveloped Lu Tingsheng, and fear gleamed in his eyes.

"I, I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Just let go!"

Qin Zhao loosened his grip a bit, but did not release him, still pressing him against the utility pole.

Lu Tingsheng gasped for air, speaking in fits and starts.

"Chu Hanxu died in a factory where she worked as a seamstress. It was a machine malfunction and explosion that led to her burning to death. The body was burnt beyond recognition, and we were the ones who collected her remains.

I don’t know if this incident has anything to do with Lu Tingming, but after we collected the body, Lu Tingming gave me a substantial amount of money to keep me from telling Chu Yan and to keep quiet about the incident."

"So you said Chu Hanxu died of a heart attack? And you deliberately did not inform him to come back?"

As Qin Zhao spoke these words, she couldn’t help feeling a dull pain in her heart,

especially when she thought of how regretfully Chu Yan had mentioned he hadn’t seen his mother’s face for the last time.

Seeing the icy gaze filled with murderous intent in Qin Zhao’s eyes, Lu Tingsheng hurriedly said, "It was all Lu Tingming’s doing, I had no choice!

If you’re looking for someone to settle scores with, go find him!"

Qin Zhao sneered and flung Lu Tingsheng away.

"Dad! Are you alright?"

Lu Jun quickly ran over to help him.

Meanwhile, Lu Tingsheng’s wife tried to take advantage of the situation to attack Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao grabbed her wrist in a swift motion and threw her next to her husband.

"All the clues point towards Lu Tingming, and yet you concealed the truth. On one hand, you’ve accepted Lu Tingming’s benefits, and on the other, you still revel in the gratitude Chu Yan has towards you.

You’re no different from Lu Tingming, you’re accomplices!"

Qin Zhao dispelled the surrounding Barrier and turned to leave.

"Sister, you haven’t passed on my message yet!"

The girl’s soul followed beside her, speaking anxiously.

"Lu Jun is innocent! Please help him! If he goes to jail because of me, my death would be in vain."

Qin Zhao stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the girl.

"You’re already dead, after so many years, he might not even remember you. Is it worth doing this?"

"It’s okay, I just don’t want my parents to live comfortably, nor do I want to feel guilty towards the only person who was kind to me; please pass on my message, sister!"

The girl looked pitifully at Qin Zhao.

Hearing the phrase "the only one who was kind to me," Qin Zhao inexplicably felt a pang of sorrow.

After some thought, she believed it was best to keep Lu Tingsheng and Lu Jun separate, so she relayed the message.

"Before Xiao Jia committed suicide, she destroyed the surveillance footage and left a suicide note confirming that Lu Jun had nothing to do with this incident. The note is in the drawer of the bedside table in her room."

Having said that, Qin Zhao walked away.

The sounds of people returned to her ears, and the three members of the Lu Tingsheng family slumped to the ground.

They looked around at the familiar setting; moments ago it was deserted, but now it was crowded with people, leaving them feeling very strange.

Qin Zhao had just been inquiring about the incident and had isolated them with a Barrier.

"How come I feel that Chu Yan’s wife is so strange? She doesn’t seem human."

Lu Tingsheng’s wife rubbed her goosebumps-covered skin.

And Lu Tingsheng’s face was a shifting play of light and shadow.

"Won’t she tell Chu Yan about Chu Hanxu’s incident? If Chu Yan finds out, will he blame us?"

"You called Lu Tingming yesterday, what did he say?"

"He refused to give money, calling me insatiable. He also said that it wouldn’t matter if Chu Yan found out; he didn’t care at all."

Lu Tingsheng snorted coldly, "Well, let Chu Yan find out then. Lu Tingming has done so many heartless things, he’s bound to face retribution sooner or later."

-

Chu Yan carried a bag of fruit and some incense and candles.

He went up the mountain, but not to his mother’s grave; instead, he visited a small temple on the mountainside.

This temple was located halfway up the mountain and was very close to the cemetery mountain.

The village elders said that the Bodhisattvas and gods in the temple were very effective.

Especially the Fertility Guanyin.

Chu Yan visited the temple at a time when there were hardly any people around.

He arranged the fruit on the offering table and knelt down earnestly on the prayer mat.

"Fertility Guanyin, please bless me and Qin Zhao with a baby."

His voice paused for a moment, and he smiled.

"That way, I would have a real family. Qin Zhao is a very responsible person; if she had a child, she would definitely not abandon her own child or leave me."

Chu Yan stood up to light the incense and candles, whispering, "A daughter would be best."

A daughter would definitely be as adorable as Qin Zhao.

Raising a miniature version of Qin Zhao slowly; just thinking about it was fulfilling.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the recently lit candles abruptly went out.

(・_・)

Chu Yan was stunned and lit them again.

"A daughter would be best."

The candles he had just lit went out once more.

(⊙_⊙)?

"It has to be a daughter!"

This time, his tone was somewhat through clenched teeth.

But then, a cold gust of yin energy swept through and no matter what, he couldn’t light the candles.

"..."

Chu Yan took a deep breath and removed all the fruit from the table.

"Don’t bother eating, I don’t want a son."

He packed the fruit into a bag and left without looking back.

After he left the small temple, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

"What would be wrong with having a daughter? I really don’t want a son to vex me every day!"

Chu Yan complained, only then realizing the sky had darkened considerably, and there were bursts of yin energy all around.

He could distinctly feel that the yin energy nearby was getting stronger and stronger.

"What’s going on?"

Chu Yan stopped in his tracks and looked towards the neighboring mountain peak.

The mist that had been enveloping the mountaintop had turned to dark clouds at some point and was spreading rapidly across the whole mountain, and even spreading over to the mountain where the small temple was located.

Amidst the dark clouds, Chu Yan felt a strange presence.

He stared at the clouds and suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented.

His vision blurred.

He had felt the chilling cold from the yin energy just before, but now he felt unbearably hot.

Flames surrounded him, many fires burning, making him feel incredibly irritable.

When his vision returned to normal, Chu Yan found himself at the foot of the mountain.

He turned his head and looked at the mountains— the black mist was gone.

"How did I get down here?"

Chu Yan felt strange; he hadn’t used Instantaneous Movement, but somehow, he found himself at the foot of the mountain.

Could something have transported him down?

The mountains seemed to be back to normal.

Chu Yan did not return to the mountain but went straight home, still needing to think about what to make for dinner.

Arriving at the entrance of his house, he finally noticed something was amiss.

His home was lit with a dim yellow light, the furniture was quite worn, there was a lack of electrical appliances, and the newly built shed in the courtyard was missing.

The door of the house was open, and a slender figure sat at the table, holding a needle and thread, mending clothes.

It was a very thin woman with quite a few strands of white hair and many wrinkles on her face. However, she was still recognizably beautiful from her youth because her features were quite lovely.

Chu Yan stood frozen on the spot, and after a long time, he called out in a choked voice, "Mom!"

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