Chapter 64 Heavenly Help Song Lian has lived for hundreds of years, and this is not the first time he has been scolded like this. He turned slightly and looked back at Jiang Yu, whose face was filled with anger, with a smile almost overflowing from his eyes. "Little nephew." He smiled, "You are also a member of the Immortal Sect now." Jiang Yu was so angry that his cheeks puffed up and he stared at him with wide eyes. Song Lian had kept his hands clasped together and hidden in his sleeves. Only now did he stretch them out and slightly spread them out, looking innocent. "It's not that I don't want to tell you." He turned around completely, his smile still not diminishing, "It's just that I don't know much about this matter. Your father knows much more about saving the world than I do." Jiang Yu snorted, and without caring about his status as the sect master's disciple, or his master's uncle or nephew, he walked straight past Song Lian, turned around and left. She walked with great momentum, her hair falling behind her shoulders and the lavender skirt swaying with her movements. Song Lian looked at her back with his eyes slightly drooping. He raised his head to glance at the distant sky, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded. · Song Hui was also in a bad mood. Nothing could make him feel worse than someone suddenly telling him that his enemy had been resurrected and that the daughter he had just recognized would die. Fortunately, he was mentally prepared, so he was not caught off guard and panicked by Wenren Huaisaku.
Although he felt upset when he heard from others that Jiang Yu would not live long, as one of the most important people who knew about this matter, he was extremely sure that Wen Ren Huai's words could not be fully trusted. Indeed, as he said, Jing Mo's resurrection was inevitable. The time given by God was no more than twenty-five years. Now twenty-two years have passed. Although Jing Mo woke up at this moment, it was a bit unexpected, but fortunately it was still within his expectations. Under the seal, Jing Mo was half dead. No one could predict when this evil demon, who had sacrificed tens of thousands of people and almost succeeded in replacing the way of heaven, would break the seal. Rather than being passive, it is better to take the initiative. He will not die if he does not wake up. Only when he wakes up can someone kill him. According to the prophecy given by Tiandao, his daughter is the one who can kill Jing Mo. She will become another person with great luck after her mother, walking on the road paved for her by heaven. Although this road may not be easy, she will definitely succeed in killing Jing Mo, and she does not need to die in her twenties as Wen Ren Huai said. He is one of the insiders, and he must know more about saving the world than Wen Ren Huai, who has a heart towards the alien race. God says that as long as the savior this time does not follow in his and Jiang Wan's footsteps, she will win, and as long as she can win, she will be fine. Song Lian was right. He couldn't and had no right to interfere with the choice of Jiang Yu, who was born with an important responsibility. But no matter what choice she makes, he will support her. If she chooses to escape, he will be the simplest father. Even if everyone curses her and God punishes her, he will protect her. If she chooses to face Jing Mo, he will also add icing on the cake on the road paved for her by God. He was willing to do everything to make up for the many wrong things he had done, as long as there was peace in the three realms, as long as she and her daughter could win, as long as they could survive. He hid in the room, thinking about random things while carefully wiping the sword in his hand. Then his long-missed daughter rushed in. "Daddy!" She sat across from him, casually wiped the few strands of hair on her face that were stuck from running, and started complaining, "Wenren is too much for him. He keeps saying that I'm the savior and that I will definitely die." She said with an exaggerated expression: "He said it with such confidence, as if it were true. I also thought that a dying person would not lie to others, and I almost believed it. I was so scared that I really thought I would not live long." "Guess what happened?" Her tone was lively and her whole person was lively and vivid, not hiding her closeness to him at all. Song Hui only felt that she had been to the dungeon, and something seemed to be different. The closeness and trust in her eyes made his heart warm, and he was so elated that he even forgot to wipe the sword in his hand. "what happened?" He subconsciously followed up on her question.
Jiang Yu straightened his back angrily: "He didn't know anything I asked him, and he said he was chosen by the heavens. He swore that I had 300 years of spiritual power from later generations, and that I wouldn't live long. But when I asked him how he was going to pay back the 300 years of spiritual power, he couldn't even give me an answer." "In my opinion." She raised her chin and snorted, "He was devoted to Jing Mo, and before he died, he didn't forget to make things difficult for us--" She paused, stretched her neck and asked Song Hui: "But Daddy, am I really the savior?" Song Hui stared at her bright eyes. She had just come down the mountain. Her eyes were still clean and clear, not yet tainted by those upsetting right and wrongs. He looked at his daughter, who was still as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, and could not say anything to hide. "Yes." He nodded, "I think you should have noticed it too." "Originally, there wasn't any." Jiang Yu sighed and placed both hands on the table. She supported her cheek with her right hand, squeezing her cheek flesh slightly out of shape. "But after I knew about this, and recalled how my mother tricked me into going down the mountain, I realized something." What's more, she didn't let her go back. "If it's me--" Her head shook, and the force holding her cheek loosened a little, and she said confidently, "That Wenren Huai guy is really full of bad intentions. He didn't forget to threaten me before he died, and lied to me that I would die even if I defeated Jing Mo. He didn't want me to defeat Jing Mo, and wanted me to escape in the face of the enemy and not dare to fight Jing Mo. He also said a lot of bullshit. Apart from using death to scare me, he couldn't think of anything else." Wen Ren Huai was indeed suspected of this. Song Hui looked at his daughter's face and did not believe Wen Ren Huai's words. When they made a deal with the Heavenly Dao, He said that as long as Jiang Yu could win, there would be peace in the three realms, and as the savior, she would naturally not die. "He also insisted that I was created by the Heavenly Dao with 300 years of spiritual power. If I really have 300 years of spiritual power—" She curled her lips, "300 years of spiritual power, even if it can't make me the strongest person at the 15th level, I wouldn't still be at the 5th level now. The other party has neither reincarnated nor lost all his cultivation to start over. If I fight him, wouldn't it be like an egg hitting a stone? 300 years of spiritual power can't create an egg to fight a stone, right?" Thinking of this, Jiang Yu was actually stumped by her own question, and was stunned for a moment: "Why did the Heavenly Dao choose me?" Regardless of whether she has three hundred years of spiritual power, it cannot change the fact that she is only at the fifth level of cultivation now. Song Hui actually didn't understand the intention of Heaven. There were so many powerful people in the world, why did Heaven choose Jiang Yu? Just because she is Jiang Wan’s daughter? Although he didn't understand, he raised his head slightly and looked at Song Lian who was standing at the door at some point, then smiled at his daughter and said, "As long as life continues, everything is possible." He lowered his eyes and motioned Jiang Yu to look down at the magic weapon on her body: "In this world, even Jing Mo can't hurt you easily. This must be the help given to you by the heaven." The greatest treasures in the world all depend on chance. Even for the Demon King and the Demon Lord, it is not easy to collect them. But these things have flowed into their hands like water in recent years, and finally into Jiang Yu's hands. “He will let you win.” (End of this chapter)