Seeing My Daughter Again

Zhao Xin, inside the Gate of the Void, could not calm his heart for a long time.

First, he would soon be seeing his own younger sister and mother again. With the power of an Immortal Lord, he could protect this family.

Second, he found it hard to accept that this Ling Yun was the masked man, the God of Slaughter. The Ling Yun from just now had been like the big brother next door, gentle and mild.

But that masked man had been a devil, like a demon crawling out of ancient evil, the nightmare that ruled countless powerful beings.

If he had not known it was because of his daughter, he would have had no doubt that Ling Yun had a split personality.

In a remote alley in Jiangbei City, Huaxia, a figure suddenly appeared.

Before coming here, Ling Yun had deliberately sealed away ninety-nine percent of his strength, lest a careless release of power destroy Blue Star. He had also spread his divine sense across the entire planet.

Whenever he needed power, he could unseal it at any time. It was a trivial matter.

This outfit would not do. It would scare Little Qian Qian. My hair is too long.

It did not match the old me at all. No, I need a haircut and a dye job. I need to change my style. With a sweep of his divine sense, he found that Little Qian Qian had not woken up yet.

Ling Yun thought to himself that he had quite a few things to do, and it would probably take two or three hours.

Having strength was awesome. Mom would never have to worry about me being unable to make money again. First, sell the diamond and get some cash, then cut my hair, buy clothes, buy formula, and buy groceries. He acted as soon as he decided.

Ling Yun walked into a jewelry store.

A female clerk with looks that could score a seven or eight out of ten came over from across the room.

Her eyes were beautiful. She smiled at Ling Yun, bent slightly at the waist, and was very polite.

She did not look down on him because of his strange clothes and long hair that clashed badly with modern times. In her eyes, he was probably an actor.

"Hello, sir. Is there anything you would like to buy?" Her voice carried a faint local accent.

"Oh, hello. I wanted to ask whether your store buys diamonds."

"Diamonds?"

"Yes. I'm a little short on cash lately, so I want to sell a diamond."

"Mm, I'll speak with the manager."

Before long, the beauty led over a plump man and pointed at Ling Yun. "Manager, this is the gentleman who wants to sell a diamond."

"Hello, sir. My surname is Zhang. I'm the manager and store director of this branch." As he introduced himself, he extended his hand.

"Hello, Manager Zhang. My surname is Ling." Ling Yun reached out and shook his hand.

"Mr. Ling, is it convenient for you to take out the diamond now? We need to verify its authenticity and value."

"Of course, of course." He took a sparkling diamond from his right pocket and handed it to the manager. Ling Yun was not surprised by such a request at all. Better safe than sorry.

The beauty took the diamond and went out. The manager warmly invited Ling Yun into his office, made him a cup of tea, and handed it over. Ling Yun did not stand on ceremony, lifting it to slowly savor it.

Watching Ling Yun remain so calm, Manager Zhang thought to himself, He doesn't seem worried that the diamond will be switched at all. He immediately took Ling Yun for some rich second-generation heir.

Worried it would be switched?

Impossible.

His storage ring held a mountain-sized diamond mine. He would not worry over one tiny diamond. Besides, who would dare stir up trouble on his head? That would be like the God of Longevity hanging himself—tired of living.

Still, he had begun accepting that he was an ordinary person, so he would not casually resort to violence.

Thus, he still kept an eye out, using his divine sense to observe every movement the entire time.

Half an hour later, the beauty came over with a contract and exchanged a few words with the manager.

"Mr. Ling, the results are in. Your diamond is a rare purple diamond, weighing eighteen carats, with a market value of twenty-three million. Would you truly like to sell it to our store?"

"Mm, bring me the contract." As he spoke, he filled in his signature in the blank space of the contract and pressed his fingerprint on it. Once all the procedures were complete—

Ling Yun's bank card received twenty-two million nine hundred thousand. The remaining one hundred thousand was paid in cash. Since he did not have a phone and could not receive notifications, he directly explained to the manager that he had not brought one.

Manager Zhang was also surprised that Ling Yun did not care whether the money had arrived. Ling Yun's image as a rich second-generation heir grew even taller in the manager's mind.

Before he left, the manager gave him a membership card and a business card with Manager Zhang's phone number on it.

After leaving the jewelry store, he casually tossed the bag of cash into his spatial storage.

Ling Yun spent another hour changing his appearance. A head of pale silver hair, a movie-star face, and a full set of designer brands—he was handsome as hell.

Quite a few beauties on the street came up to ask for his phone number and WeChat, while every man wished he could replace the guy.

Ling Yun made another trip to a baby store and bought a great deal of formula.

Though the quality of the formula was far too poor, it would barely do for a few days. He also bought fabric, intending to design a few outfits for his daughter himself.

Now that he had strength, of course he could not let the Little Princess suffer. With sweetness filling his heart, Ling Yun bought groceries and hurried back to the rental apartment.

When he reached the bottom of the building, he ran into two familiar people, an auntie and an uncle, but neither recognized him as Ling Yun. Ling Yun warmly greeted them before heading upstairs.

"Hello, Aunt Zhang. Hello, Uncle Lu." The two elderly people were left looking at each other. Was that handsome young man living upstairs from them?

He must be new here. But how did he know their names? How strange.

Opening the door, he found everything inside unchanged. His wallet was still there, his phone was still there, and so was the computer that had been ruined by lightning.

Looking at the little girl sleeping soundly on the bed, his heart ached terribly. Back then, he had left her here all alone. Who knew how much hardship she had suffered? Little Qian Qian, Daddy is back.

He walked to the bed and touched his sleeping daughter. He knew clearly that this was not a dream, nor was it a heart demon playing tricks. He had truly returned. Heh heh!

Seeing the room in utter disorder, with trash scattered all over the floor, he remembered that this had been the environment before he left. With a frown, he waved a thread of divine power from his hand, and the room became spotless and completely renewed.

If Qianqian wakes up and asks where I went, how am I supposed to explain it? What a headache, what a headache.

Ling Yun thumped his head, then his eyes lit up. Got it. He extended his left hand, and his palm suddenly turned black, forming a black vortex. A few seconds later, a creature the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

The creature before him was no ordinary cat or dog, but a famous divine beast of the God Realm—the Blazing Tiger.

"Whew, whew! Master, you finally agreed to let me out!" Little Tiger cried out excitedly.

Ling Yun slapped its tiger head with his right hand. "What are you yelling for? You'll wake my daughter, you idiot."

"Whew, whew!" Little Tiger covered its head and immediately did not dare make another sound.

"Little Tiger, your mission is here. From now on, you'll take the form of a Dharma Hound. Stay about this size. Your task is to play with my daughter. I'll temporarily seal your ability to speak. You can only communicate with me through divine sense. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he tapped Little Tiger's forehead with a finger, imprinting the appearance of a Dharma Hound into its mind.

Little Tiger transformed in a flash into a Dharma Hound, then stuck out its tongue and licked Ling Yun's palm.

At that moment, a babyish voice rang out. "Daddy!" It interrupted his communication with Little Tiger. The Little Princess was only a little over two years old. The moment she saw that familiar figure, she ran over and hugged Ling Yun's leg.

That cry of "Daddy!"

How familiar it was.

Ling Yun's heart choked up. Although no one else could recognize that handsome man as Ling Yun—

Little Qian Qian recognized him at a single glance.

As expected of his biological daughter. Ling Yun put Little Tiger down, bent over, picked up Little Qian Qian, and kissed her soft pink cheek.

"Qianqian, did you miss Daddy today? Mm, one more kiss."

"Mm, I missed you. When I woke up just now, I couldn't see Daddy. Did Daddy go out to play? Did you not want to take Qianqian out to play?" As she spoke, she rubbed her eyes with both hands, which had already turned red.

"Daddy just went to buy you a pet. Look, this is the little dog Daddy bought for you. Is it cute? Daddy didn't go out to play. Otherwise, how could Daddy not bring our adorable Little Princess along?" Ling Yun lovingly stroked Qianqian's head.

Only then did Qianqian notice the "Dharma Hound." Looking at the adorable miniature Dharma Hound on the floor, she loved it so much that she immediately broke free from her father's arms, climbed down, and picked up the little Dharma Hound.

"Daddy, I really like this little dog. Does it have a name?"

"It does. The old man who sold it to me called it Little Tiger. I think that's pretty good."

"Little Tiger, you have to behave from now on, or I won't give you food. Hmph, hmph." The Little Princess threatened.

"Alright, Qianqian. We're not eating takeout today. We'll make our own food today. Daddy will cook for you."

In the little one's understanding, Daddy could cook? Usually, she just ate takeout with Daddy.

Lately, even the formula she loved to drink had been cut back. It was all that bad Daddy's fault—he had spent all the money Mom had given them. Baby was suffering inside, but baby would not say it.

What kind of expression is that?

Don't look down on me.

Seeing the look of disdain on his daughter's face, Ling Yun thought, Your dad's cooking is at god-tier level.

Well then!

He had been despised by his own daughter.

"Mm, Qianqian, don't eat too much later."

After leaving those words behind, he stopped wasting time and walked into the kitchen, where he began bustling about.

The little one ran off to watch cartoons, only to sadly discover that the computer had been destroyed by lightning. She pouted, her eyes rolling as she looked toward the Dharma Hound lying on the floor.

Little Tiger felt at once that being stared at by her could mean nothing good.

Sure enough.

Poor Little Tiger possessed an adult's intelligence, yet had to play a boring rolling-ball game with a child.

Of course, Little Tiger protested during this time as well, but Ling Yun mercilessly rejected it. What a joke—his daughter's happiness was what mattered most.