Thoughts of Transformation

"How could I... not—"

Lin Qingxiang clutched his head and roared, wondering if he was destined to follow in his father's footsteps.

Lin Xiu laboriously reached out a hand and patted his son's shoulder, comforting him, "Don't be afraid, your cultivation is still shallow, there's still hope."

Lin Qingxiang was slightly startled and said, "Father, have you regained your senses?"

"Ha, I've done so many things to wrong my friends. It seems I can only kneel down and apologize to them after I die, hoping to be forgiven. Luckily, I'll be able to see them soon..."

Lin Xiu couldn't hold on any longer and fell backward. Lin Qingxiang quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Father, I'm sorry, I was too ruthless. If only I had held back a little..."

"If I hadn't been dying, I wouldn't have been able to regain consciousness, so you did nothing wrong, don't blame yourself."

Lin Xiu took a deep breath, his whole body roused, and his eyes shone brightly. "Remember, when you go back, cultivate an Internal Cultivation to suppress your inner demons."

Lin Qingxiang nodded and said, "I understand. I will not practice the 'Illusory Moth Killing Art' again."

"No, the 'Illusory Moth Killing Art' references the Super Martial Dao, and the Cultivation Method of the Super Martial Dao are extremely bizarre. The more you try to restrain yourself, the more you want to cultivate it. Once you try it, you can't stop the desire, just like an addiction. So you can't completely break free." Lin Xiu choked on another mouthful of blood, but he didn't care about catching his breath. After spitting it out, he continued, "Go find your Uncle Zhu Hao and ask him to help you modify the 'Illusory Moth Killing Art.' It's better to guide than to suppress. He knows what to do."

"I will."

"Also, stop anyone from practicing the 'Illusory Moth Killing Art,' especially Qingluo; she must never be allowed to touch it."

"Little sister! Why?"

"You and Qingtong were born before I mastered the 'Illusory Moth Killing Art,' so you weren't affected. But Qingluo was born later... cough cough cough... Doesn't she often have strange things happen to her?"

"Hmm, I always forget her without even realizing it. Sometimes she's right next to me, but I'm completely oblivious... Ah!"

Lin Qingxiang suddenly realized, wasn't this situation very similar to the state of darkness and emptiness? Why hadn't she made that connection before? Could this also be a symptom of being affected?

"You understand now, right? If she were to cultivate the 'Illusory Moth Killing Art,' it might very well... cough cough, give birth to a truly terrifying monster. You must eliminate every possibility and never let this tragedy repeat itself."

Lin Xiu's breath gradually weakened, and the energy he had gained during his final moments of lucidity rapidly faded.

Sensing this, Lin Qingxiang nodded vigorously. "I understand, I will definitely protect my little sister!"

"From now on, you'll be the only man in the house; you'll have to shoulder the responsibility of being the head of the household..."

"I will."

"That's good... I can rest assured now..."

"Father? Father! Father—"

Chapter 240 The Idea of Transformation

"Brother, Second Sister said you were going to kick me and Mom out. Is Second Sister lying to me?"

The girl who used to follow him around like a little tail, always with an innocent smile and calling him "brother" in a sweet voice, is now holding back her fear and sadness, asking him in a voice on the verge of tears.

For a moment, Lin Qingxiang wavered. Perhaps it wasn't necessary to go this far. As long as he strengthened his supervision and prevented his younger sister from coming into contact with the "Illusory Moth Killing Art," it would be fine.

Suddenly, the memory of her father's dying words flashed through her mind. Lin Qingxiang hardened her heart and said in a cold voice, "She didn't lie to you, I did it, so leave now and don't let me see you again."

After saying this, he tilted his head back, avoiding looking at the other person's face, because he was afraid that if he saw the other person's disappointed expression, he would be unable to help but apologize and reveal the truth.

He stepped forward, approached Auntie Liu whose face was icy cold, took out a check, and said, "This is severance pay. I hope you won't find it offensive."

Auntie Liu knew the truth; after all, she was an adult and her father's wife. Lin Qingxiang didn't hide it from her. Besides, her younger sister was to be raised by her in the future. If she was unaware of the truth and accidentally led her younger sister down the same path as her father, that would be the worst thing.

The probability of this happening soon is very small, but it is still necessary to nip it in the bud.

Auntie Liu also promised me that she would let my little sister live an ordinary life in the future, and that she would change her surname and given name to do so, hoping that doing so would sever all ties.

Auntie Liu didn't take the check. She glanced at the amount on it, which was almost 60% of her family's savings, and her expression softened slightly—even though she knew the truth and understood the other party's difficulties, being kicked out was definitely not a pleasant thing.

"No need. I have hands and feet, and I can support myself and Qingqing. From now on, we are two separate families. I won't come looking for you, and you mustn't come looking for me either."

In just a few days, Auntie Liu's personality changed drastically. The gentle and charming lady from a respectable family was gone, and standing here was a self-reliant and strong woman.

"Why bother..." Lin Qingxiang sighed.

Auntie Liu ultimately didn't take the check. She urged Liu Qingqing, "It's time to go. What are you still doing standing at someone else's door? Aren't you ashamed?"

Lin Qingxiang didn't look at his younger sister's expression at that moment. He hurriedly walked past her and was about to enter the house when suddenly someone grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother, do you really not want Qingluo anymore?"

Lin Qingxiang felt as if his heart had been pricked by needles. In the past, whenever anyone dared to bully his little sister, he would stand up and teach them a lesson. He never expected that he would become the culprit today.

For a long time, his relationship with his sister Lin Qingtong was just so-so, like that of siblings in most ordinary families, and they often quarreled. But he was very close to his half-sister, taking care of her like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Lin Qingxiang didn't dare turn around; he didn't have the courage. He could only silently apologize in his heart...

Let go of my hand! Stop following me, how long do you intend to drag me down?

Her small hand trembled slightly, and she slowly loosened her grip on the sleeve.

With a loud thud, the door slammed shut, severing the connection between the two.

Lin Qingxiang suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in bed, drenched in sweat, and his face showed a mixture of surprise and fear.

"Huff, huff, huff—I dreamt about the past again..."