This Isn't a Shura Field

For example, she whipped two maids to death to teach her granddaughter a lesson, to make her realize her status and temper her character. Even now, she doesn't think there's anything wrong with doing so. Killing two servants to help the future clan leader grow, turning human lives into money, is undoubtedly a very worthwhile deal.

But would such an explanation be useful to the servants in the Lineage? Could they possibly understand Si Jingzhi's good intentions and believe that it didn't matter if they were sacrificed as long as they had value?

For example, if some boys in the Lineage had martial arts talent but were not very well-behaved, she would secretly send people to deal with them. This was to prevent problems before they arose and to avoid traitors like Guan Chong, which was for the long-term benefit of the Lineage.

But can the parents of those victims understand her, see it as a sacrifice necessary to maintain Lineage stability, and appreciate her good intentions?

"To kill someone is to destroy their spirit! To kill someone is to destroy their spirit!" Si Jingzhi's hands trembled so much he could barely hold the book. "How could you write these things down? Do you know what the consequences will be if these things are made public? The people can be made to follow, but they cannot be made to know. You..."

Si Jingyu interrupted, "Is what I wrote false? I don't care what you think, I only ask what you did. If you believe you didn't do these things, you have the right to question and refute them. I will certainly humbly accept your advice and correct my mistakes."

Si Jingzhi was filled with thoughts that were like a surging river, ready to burst forth in words, but when the other person asked "what have you done?", she immediately fell silent.

What he thought about is a matter of opinion, and even what he said can be denied afterward, claiming that he never said it. Si Jingzhi has been in charge of the Lineage for many years and is quite eloquent. He is confident that he can argue with anyone, make the dead seem alive, and portray himself as a hero who has dedicated his life to the Lineage, working tirelessly, asking for nothing in return, and not caring about getting his hands dirty.

However, what you've done can never be erased unless you bury your head in the sand or hope that no one has discovered it.

Si Jingzhi was immediately caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, she did not believe that she had done anything wrong. On the other hand, she could not convince others that she was innocent. If she did not speak and continued to remain silent, she would inevitably be regarded as a sinner of the Lineage and nailed to the pillar of shame for eternity, and be judged as "mediocre and deceitful" for the rest of her life. This was far more painful than being killed!

The conflict between his inner self and reality, and the stark contrast between his own and others' positions, shackled Si Jingzhi's mind. He believed himself to be innocent, but others insisted he was guilty. He couldn't remain silent, yet he had nothing to say.

"That's not true, I did nothing wrong! You're the ones who are wrong—"

Driven to desperation, she tore the book to shreds, then coughed up blood and fainted amidst the scattered scraps of paper.

"Hey, wake up! Stop playing dead! I have something important to ask you."

Seeing that he couldn't wake the person up no matter what he did, not even with the Blood-Burning Finger technique, Si Ming thought for a long time before finally making a painful decision. He turned the person over, pressed a certain acupoint on the back, and gently slid it. The person trembled all over as if he had been electrocuted, and even drool came out.

"Where is this?"

Si Jingzhi slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found himself in an unfamiliar place, but he could confirm that he was still in the Water Mirror Manor.

Si Ming, "A nursing home, huh? It seems you've never been here before. But that's alright, you'll be living here from now on."

"So it's a retirement home..."

Si Jingzhi recalled what happened before she fell into a coma, and quickly became disoriented. Her eyes lost focus, and she no longer had the imposing presence of Empress Dowager Cixi. Her face was weak and tired, wrinkles were everywhere, and half of her hair had turned white. It was as if she had aged twenty years overnight.

"Why? I did nothing wrong. Everything I did was for this Lineage. How did I end up like this?" Si Jingzhi murmured in deep sorrow.

Si Ming said impatiently, "Slave owners will never understand why their slaves would rebel when they provide them with good food and drink and never skimp on their pay. It's because the slaves want freedom, and the slave owners will never agree to that. So the slaves have no choice but to take up arms and smash the slave owners' heads. This is the so-called 'positional theory.' Where you sit determines your perspective on problems. Wise people know how to put themselves in others' shoes, but clearly, you lack that wisdom."

Si Jingzhi remained silent for a while, ultimately unwilling to admit his mistake in front of others, and said, "This is the Si Clan's internal affair, and has nothing to do with you, an outsider."

"I'm here to verify this!" Si Ming grabbed the other man's collar. "Back then, it really was you who used the Withered Meridian Needle Si Jingyue's son and then secretly sent him away."

"Yes, so what?"

Having reached this point, Si Jingzhi had no need to lie anymore. He explained, "The stronger the bloodline of the Si Clan, the more likely they are to give birth to girls. Therefore, there has never been a case of twins. Considering that twins are born together, it makes no sense that if the older sister has extraordinary talent, the younger brother would be useless. I was worried that the child would also have extraordinary talent like his sister, so I sent someone to deal with him."

"So where did you send this child?"

"I don't know. At the time, I ordered my personal maid, Huiyan, to send the child to a place where he could never return to the Si Clan. As for where he ended up, I didn't ask, nor did I care."

Where is this Huiyan now?

"She's dead. She passed away before she was seventy, so no one knows where she sent the child. Why are you asking this?" Si Jingzhi said impatiently, then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he trembled as he said, "Could it be that you are...?"

Si Ming replied decisively, "I had Withered Meridian Syndrome when I was a child."

"Impossible, this kind of thing... it must just be a coincidence."

I have no parents; I grew up in an orphanage.

Si Jingzhi was speechless. She carefully examined Si Ming's face and found that he looked five parts like Si Jingyu. If these were all coincidences, the probability was pitifully small.

"You're lying to me. You have Withered Meridian Syndrome,' which prevents you from absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. How are you going to cultivate Internal Cultivation?"

"When I was a child, I was often bullied because I couldn't cultivate Internal Cultivation. Fortunately, there's always a way out. I found a method of Internal Cultivation that combines Western Dou Qi techniques. It doesn't absorb the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, but rather the Internal Cultivation of solar energy."

"There's actually such Internal Cultivation?"

"Now it seems your concerns were quite accurate; in a sense, you were a great prophet."

Si Ming suddenly thought of Frieza from Dragon Ball. This cosmic king decided to exterminate the Saiyans because he believed the rumors about Super Saiyans. Later events proved that his intuition was very correct. The cosmic king was not just suspicious by nature. He was a true prophet!

Alas, fate is cruel to the talented; even generals cannot escape death on the battlefield, and prophets ultimately die because of their prophecies.

"I do indeed possess extraordinary talent, which is why I have achieved what I have today. Unfortunately, you only guessed the beginning, not the end. The Geminis whose fate you manipulated back then have joined forces to exact revenge on you, ending your destiny."

Chapter 324 This is not a Shura Field

"What should we do next? Should we acknowledge it? But we're not 100% sure yet. The conditions just happen to match, but there's always a chance something might be wrong. Maybe it's all just a coincidence... How can we confirm the blood relation?"

After leaving the retirement home, Si Ming pondered for a while and realized that there really weren't any effective methods for paternity testing in this era. Genetic testing technology was still immature, let alone amateur verification like blood-drop kinship testing.

Moreover, he himself had no intention of acknowledging his ancestors and returning to his clan. If it were the previous owner of this body, he might have longed for family affection. After all, he had been lonely since childhood and was often bullied. He desperately needed a reliable support. But Si Ming had friends, a master, and a roommate who was more than family to him. His peers were only bullied by him. Acknowledging his ancestors and returning to his clan would have been meaningless.

Given Si Ming's current status, having a prestigious Aristocratic Clan background would not only be of no benefit but would also create many obstacles. Moreover, the Si Clan has a bad habit of discriminating against men of their own clan, which he really doesn't want to be associated with.

He was neither a sister-complex nor had any filial piety. He had no interest in having another sister or mother, and as for Lineage ties, he didn't care at all. All the suffering of his predecessor was caused by that old woman, Si Jingzhi. If he didn't think that killing her now would actually help her get rid of her, Si Ming wouldn't mind letting her taste the power of Nuclear Energy Fist.

His only concern was the debt of gratitude he owed for being born. Having taken over this body, he felt obligated to repay that debt. Si Ming didn't intend to shirk his responsibility, but repaying a debt of gratitude didn't necessarily require public recognition. He could simply do his part behind the scenes.

"Let's just keep this to ourselves; it's just speculation right now anyway."