reunion?
These two words clearly touched Ling Qiuxia.
She snapped out of her daze and couldn't help but scrutinize Chen Qingyu carefully before asking hesitantly:
Are you really Qingyu? Or am I under a spell?
Chen Qingyu chuckled and said:
Mother, you're overthinking it.
I am your son, no doubt about it. What kind of illusion could I possibly have?
Upon hearing this, Ling Qiuxia couldn't help but whisper:
Coco, how could I, the ancestor of the Spirit Race, be so respectful to you, even addressing you as Alliance Leader?
Cough cough!
The Spirit Race patriarch, standing to the side, coughed twice and said solemnly:
Qiuxia, you have no idea what's going on.
Your son, Qingyu, is already the leader jointly elected by the Holy Land Alliance, ruling over all the Holy Lands and commanding all the Saint.
ah?
Ling Qiuxia was taken aback, her eyes filled with confusion:
Am I really not under an illusion? Holy Land Alliance?
The Holy Land Alliance? How could they possibly make my Qingyu their leader? Are they kidding me?
The Holy Land Alliance was a widely circulated concept over the past six months, and she had naturally heard of it.
The problem is:
In her memory, Chen Qingyu was still that frail son who had just advanced to the True Gang Realm through Blood Exchange Ritual a little over a year ago.
Despite having the reputation of Number One Heavenly Prodigy of All Time and having shone brightly at the Dragon Gate Dharma Assembly, only a little over a year has passed, and he still can't be associated with the Saint the Extreme Transformation Realm!
How could he suddenly become the leader of all the holy lands?!
This is absolutely outrageous!
well
Chen Qingyu helplessly covered his forehead and sighed.
He now finally understands that sometimes, a rapid increase in strength is not a good thing, as impressions are easily overturned, and one has to explain repeatedly.
Finally, with a single glance, he handed this arduous task over to the Spirit Race Ancestor.
The Spirit Race Ancestor understood and immediately began to recount Chen Qingyu's glorious deeds in great detail.
Defeating the Saint King Tianchen with a single punch, turning the tide of battle, ascending to the Second Divine Realm, and being recognized as the future Emperor Lord.
In short, the series of words completely bewildered Ling Qiuxia.
This, this
After confirming several times that she was not under a spell, she finally reluctantly accepted the fact.
If someone else had told her this, she might not have believed it.
But as for her own ancestor, a dignified Saint of the Extreme Transformation Realm, she couldn't possibly distrust even her own ancestor, could she?
So
She snapped out of her daze and looked at Chen Qingyu with an unusually complicated expression:
Qingyu, have you truly become the second Emperor Yuan?
Chen Qingyu shook his head:
I'm still far from that level; I'm merely the leader of the Holy Land Alliance, not yet ready to rule the world.
At most, he could be considered a minor Emperor Yuan.
As he spoke, he took Ling Qiuxia's hand and smiled slightly:
Mother, let's go home first and talk about it then.
Father has been waiting for you for over sixty years.
Ling Qiuxia trembled instantly, instinctively wanting to speak.
Stop!
Chen Qingyu preemptively struck, saying repeatedly:
Please don't bring up those things from the past.
Father has never resented you. Before his Saint ceremony, he even said that if you refused to come to the Divine Capital, he would personally beg you.
Upon hearing this, Ling Qiuxia's expression shifted slightly:
Did he really say that?
yes!
Chen Qingyu nodded:
If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself.
this
Ling Qiuxia hesitated for a moment, but Chen Qingyu acted decisively, pulling her up and speeding away on his escape light.
hehe
Watching their departing light, the Ninth Ancestor smiled slightly and sighed:
More than sixty years have passed; that's no small feat.
It wasn't until Qingyu became the first person in the Desolate Continent that their family was finally reunited.
The Spirit Race patriarch, standing to the side, also had a rather complicated expression before silently leaving.
The Divine Capital, central district.
Chen Qingyu pulled his mother, Ling Qiuxia, along the road, and soon arrived near their home.
etc!
Upon seeing the familiar courtyard gate, Ling Qiuxia immediately tried to pull her hand away:
I'm not ready yet.
Bang!
The courtyard gate was suddenly kicked open!
With an excited expression, Chen Zhengxing rushed out of the courtyard and immediately saw Ling Qiuxia in the sky.
Ling Qiuxia saw him too, and her whole body froze instantly. She subconsciously wanted to turn her head away.
Qiuxia
Chen Zhengxing rushed forward instantly and pulled her into his arms, his voice choked with emotion.
Ling Qiuxia's body went limp instantly, and she hugged him back, two streams of cold, silent tears flowing down her cheeks.
The two embraced and wept.
Ling Shuangxue tiptoed out from the courtyard gate, and her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing what was happening.
Chen Qingyu quickly put a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
Ling Shuangxue immediately understood and quietly left with Chen Qingyu, leaving everything to her long-separated parents.
After the two people are a considerable distance apart:
Qingyu!
Ling Shuangxue pulled him back and said seriously:
Thank you.
Why are you thanking me?
Chen Qingyu shrugged and said seriously:
That's my wish too, isn't it?
Our family has finally been reunited after so much hardship; we will never be separated again.
Um
Ling Shuangxue nodded, just as she was about to say something.
Um?
Chen Qingyu suddenly turned his head and saw a familiar figure, his brows furrowing slightly:
Ancestor of the Spirit Race? What are you doing following me?
The Spirit Race patriarch smiled awkwardly, leaned forward, and whispered:
I have a favor to ask the Alliance Leader.
Chen Qingyu's expression shifted slightly, and he spoke:
Speak, what is it?
The Spirit Race Ancestor took a deep breath and lowered his head, saying:
This old man begs the Alliance Leader, it seems that your mother's bloodline...
If the alliance leader were to take action in the future, could he perhaps only punish the ringleaders?
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyu narrowed his eyes.
No wonder, no wonder the Spirit Race ancestor became so respectful to him, acting like a servile lackey.
He was, after all, Saint of the Extreme Transformation Realm; even when facing the future Emperor Lord, he shouldn't have acted like this.
So that's the real reason.
I'm sure he wasn't the only one who guessed that I would take action to settle scores later.
He sized up the subservient Spirit Race patriarch before him and said calmly:
Those who deserve their punishment will not be let off.
Besides that, I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately.
Upon hearing his reply:
The Spirit Race Ancestor stiffened for a moment, then quickly relaxed, bowing his head.
Yes, I understand.
Thank you, Alliance Leader. I shall take my leave now.
He bowed, took a few steps back, turned and flew away, quickly disappearing from sight.
After he left:
Ling Shuangxue withdrew her gaze, looked at Chen Qingyu, and whispered:
Qingyu, are you really planning to take action in the future?
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