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Song Zhizhi looked at Xie Xiuji and gently tightened her grip around his hand, as though drawing strength from him.

"Alright." Song Zhizhi nodded. She released Xie Xiuji's hand and followed Qingyu beneath a towering parasol tree.

With a wave of her hand, Qingyu laid down a soundproof barrier around them. Seeing how solemn and cautious she was, Song Zhizhi became even more certain that what Qingyu wanted to say was no simple matter.

Thinking of Xie Xiuji, Song Zhizhi steadied herself and looked at Qingyu. "Master, what did you want to tell me?"

"Do you know who your father is?" Qingyu looked at Song Zhizhi, but her gaze seemed to pass through her and see someone else.

Her father?

Song Zhizhi thought for a moment and understood that Qingyu meant this body's father—the original owner's father. She had inexplicably transmigrated into the original owner's body, so the original owner's father was now her father as well.

Song Zhizhi shook her head. "I don't."

Neither the original owner's memories nor the original novel contained any information about Song Zhizhi's father. Song Zhizhi only knew that the original owner's mother,

Song Chao

had once been an Outer Sect Disciple of the Profound Moon Sect. Later, she vanished while carrying out a sect mission. Five years afterward, she returned to the Song Household with a swollen belly. Not long after giving birth to Song Zhizhi, she passed away.

The original owner had been raised by Xie Miaomiao's father—Song Chao's elder brother and her maternal uncle. She took her mother's surname, and Song Chao had never mentioned Song Zhizhi's father's identity while she was alive.

Everyone had simply assumed that Song Zhizhi's father was already dead.

Now that Qingyu had brought up her father, Song Zhizhi suddenly recalled all of this. Her mood seemed to be weighed down by those memories. She looked at Qingyu. "Master, do you know my father?"

"Your father and I were friends." Qingyu sighed. "He was the last Phoenix in the Cultivation World, the king of our bird clan, the Demon King of the Demon Realm. Twenty years ago, civil strife broke out in the Demon Realm. He was betrayed by a close relative and severely wounded, and his nirvana failed. We thought the Phoenix bloodline had vanished from this world with his death. Who would have thought that he had left behind a trace of his bloodline?"

Song Zhizhi stood there blankly. Her first reaction was that Qingyu was trying to fool her. "Master, you aren't joking, are you? I'm human. How could my father be a Phoenix? And I'm only eighteen this year. If he had already... died twenty years ago, then how was I born?"

After all, because of that war ten thousand years ago, the Demon Race was treated in the Human Realm like rats crossing the street—despised by all. A Phoenix bloodline sounded impressive, but in reality, it would only bring a heap of trouble. Song Zhizhi had no desire to be connected to a Phoenix bloodline.

Qingyu shook her head. "My senses cannot be wrong. You truly possess half a Phoenix bloodline. I went back to investigate over the past few days. Before the King fell, there was indeed a human woman at his side. She should have been your mother. The Demon Race differs from humans in the time from conception to birth. Sometimes, carrying a child for three or five years is perfectly normal."

Song Zhizhi still found it difficult to accept. If her biological father truly was the Demon King, then if Qingyu could tell, Xie Xiuji, whose cultivation was close to Qingyu's...

Qingyu seemed to know what Song Zhizhi was thinking and continued, "The aura of your Phoenix bloodline has been concealed by a secret art. Ordinary people cannot tell that there is anything unusual about your bloodline. I can see it because, like you, I am a Half-Demon. My mother was an Azure Luan. The Azure Luan is one of the Five Phoenixes and has a special sensitivity to the Phoenix bloodline."

Seeing Qingyu's expression, Song Zhizhi knew she was not lying. Her feelings immediately became complicated. Who would have thought that after transmigrating, I'd even been stripped of my human status? Could anything be more absurd than this?

Oh, there was. Her master was not human either—she was a Half-Demon just like her.

Knowing that she was not the only special one, more than half the unease in Song Zhizhi's heart suddenly vanished.

She pinched the corner of her clothes and lowered her head to stare at the weeds on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Master, why are you telling me this?"

Qingyu's expression turned grave. "I originally did not want to tell you any of this. The Demon Realm is currently in chaos without a ruler, and your cultivation is far too weak. You are not suited to wade into those muddy waters. You would be safer staying in the Sword Sect. Perhaps your parents thought so too. That is why they concealed the aura of your bloodline—it would be better for you to live as an ordinary person who knew nothing."

"But you are with Mingxiao now, and you have conceived a child. Your background could be exposed at any time. Mingxiao has guarded the barrier for years. Countless demons have died beneath Blood Drinker. Perhaps he does not like the Demon Race. Once he learns your identity in the future, how will the two of you get along? Have you thought about that?"

Song Zhizhi had only just learned of her origins and had not considered such matters for the moment. Hearing Qingyu bring it up now, she pressed her lips together and lowered her head, seemingly pondering Qingyu's words.

Qingyu patted Song Zhizhi's shoulder. Her gaze swept past Song Zhizhi's back as she said earnestly, "Humans and demons walk different paths. You must think carefully about your marriage with Mingxiao. Men's words are sometimes not trustworthy. I hope you will not let love cloud your mind. Think carefully about what Master has said today."

For a moment, Song Zhizhi hesitated and wavered. That's right. Even if Xie Xiuji had come together with me because of the child, when he learns the truth one day, will his attitude toward me truly remain unchanged?

Xie Xiuji's clear, gentle eyes suddenly flashed through her mind, along with his strictness when teaching swordsmanship and his attentiveness and tenderness during quiet moments...

No, Xie Xiuji was not that kind of person. A voice rang out in her heart.

Song Zhizhi raised her head and looked steadily at Qingyu, her eyes filled with determination and trust. "Master, Xie Xiuji is not that kind of person."

Song Zhizhi was very clear-headed. She and Xie Xiuji had not come together because of love. She felt that her relationship with Xie Xiuji was more like friendship, so there was no possibility of Song Zhizhi being blinded by love. Her mind was clear, and she knew exactly what kind of person Xie Xiuji was.

If she had to use one word to describe Xie Xiuji, it would be gentleman.

There were actually flaws in Qingyu's words. She was not the only Half-Demon by Xie Xiuji's side. If Xie Xiuji truly were someone who discriminated against the Demon Race, how could her master possibly have felt at ease letting Xie Xiuji teach her swordsmanship?

Song Zhizhi came to her senses. "Master, if he would change his attitude toward me just because I have half the bloodline of the Demon Race in me, then he would not be Xie Xiuji, would he?"

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