Chapter 1379 - 1007: Return to the Northern Land

After hitting Wang Xifeng back then, the Shen Family encountered a major upheaval, and the Chongzheng Academy also faced significant changes. Then, I went to Kyoto, lingered there for a while, traveled back and forth to the Northern Land, and all this took no more than three years in total. How could the child before me, already five or six years old, be my son?

But I’ve never heard that Wang Xifeng had another son?

Moreover, looking at the young boy in front of me, his bloodline is pulsating.

"That man is not my real father, just someone I recognized halfway! I haven’t found my real father yet, but when I do, I will definitely repay you." The young boy respectfully said to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen sized up the young boy and said nonchalantly, "He’s not your real father? You mentioned that the Wang Family suffered disaster, do you know what kind of disaster it was?"

Upon hearing Zhang Chen’s question, the young boy did not hide it: "My mother was forced to death by the Wang Family, and I was driven out by them."

"Hmm? Your mother died?" Zhang Chen was a bit stunned upon hearing this.

The young boy nodded distractedly, "Yes, after my mother died, the Wang Family ran me out. I wanted to look for my father, but unfortunately, I was captured by the Demon Race."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen’s heart stirred, and he discreetly instructed the guard beside him, "Take him to wash up."

As a guard led the young boy away to wash, Zhang Chen walked to the door and beckoned the Demon Race steward over, whom he saw approaching with a humble expression: "Sir, what do you need?"

"Do you know Wang Xifeng from Jinling City?" Zhang Chen asked.

The Demon Race steward shook his head, "I’m unaware."

"Quickly find out everything about Wang Xifeng," Zhang Chen instructed the Demon Race steward, as if commanding a dog to work.

Upon receiving Zhang Chen’s order, the Demon Race steward quickly went off to get someone to handle it. It was only two hours later when he had the information: "Sir, I have found out about Wang Xifeng."

"Speak quickly," Zhang Chen inquired calmly.

"Wang Xifeng is already dead, leaving behind a child who was driven out of the Wang Family and went missing," the Demon Race steward said.

"How did she die? Wasn’t Wang Xifeng a cultivator? How could she suddenly die?" Zhang Chen asked.

"After the fall of Jinling City, the Demon Army broke through, and the Wang Family sided with the Demon Race, trying to offer Wang Xifeng to the Human Demon clan. However, Wang Xifeng was very staunch and refused to comply, taking poison to commit suicide. Her child was driven out of the family and went missing," the Demon Race steward said.

After hearing about Wang Xifeng’s cause of death, Zhang Chen slowly furrowed his brows, a hint of evil qi showing in his eyes: "What is Wang Xifeng’s son’s name?"

"Called: Wang Ye," the Demon Race steward whispered.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen’s pupils shrank, his eyes fixed intently on the steward: "How old is Wang Ye this year?"

"Three years old." The steward felt Zhang Chen’s pressure, cold sweat continuously dripping down his back, his demeanor increasingly respectful.

Zhang Chen looked the Demon Race steward up and down, countless doubts surfacing in his mind: "It doesn’t add up!"

The current Wang Ye appears to be about six or seven years old?

Yet whether Wang Ye is truly his son, he can naturally identify with a secret technique later, not afraid of anyone swapping the real item for a fake one.

Zhang Chen, holding the Authority of Reincarnation, can trace the origin through the layers of reincarnation. If someone has possessed Wang Ye, it won’t escape his detection.

Zhang Chen waved off the steward and then sat in the cabin waiting. About half an hour later, he saw Wang Ye, fresh and changed into new clothes, being led into the room by a maid, his face pale.

"Come here!" Zhang Chen motioned Wang Ye over.

Wang Ye came before Zhang Chen with utmost respect, cautiously inquiring, "Do you have any instructions?"

Zhang Chen did not reply, merely extended his hand, placing his palm on the Baihui Acupoint atop Wang Ye’s head. In the next moment, the Power of Reincarnation was activated, carefully examining the boy’s soul.

With the End of Dharma Tribulation now upon us, his Blood Dao is infinitely weakened. Zhang Chen does not entirely trust his Blood Dao abilities, but his Authority of Reincarnation is the supreme authority, impervious to even the End of Dharma Tribulation, making it the most reliable.

Zhang Chen carefully sensed the body of the youth before him, unable to detect any traces of possession. It was indeed a newly born soul, and most crucially, the soul was genuinely very young, only three years old.

The Power of the Soul at the soul level cannot deceive anyone.

Moreover, once someone has been possessed, no matter how perfectly they may have merged, it will always leave traces that cannot escape the eyes of Zhang Chen, who holds the Authority of Reincarnation.

After confirming the soul age of the youth, Zhang Chen felt a stir in his heart and carefully examined the youth’s bloodline. As he sensed the bloodline so closely, Zhang Chen came to a realization: "He’s inherited my Blood Sea Dao and the power from the Asura Dao. No wonder he’s grown so fast! His Blood Sea Dao within him shares the same origin as mine; this cannot be faked."

The youth before him was indeed his son, simply growing too rapidly due to the Bloodline Power of the Asura Dao.

This also explained why he could resiliently survive in such harsh environments in the outside world, because the power of the Blood Sea contained immense vitality.

However, the youth had not yet awakened his Innate Divine Techniques; the power of the Blood Sea was merely subtly transforming him.

Zhang Chen, with a thought, condensed the Reincarnation Mark and placed it on the youth’s brow, imprinting it within his soul to serve as a soul protector, preventing any old scheming folks from possessing him in the future.

Then Zhang Chen withdrew his palm, observing the youth before him, face pale as he stood there unsure of what to say.

At that moment, there were only two thoughts in his mind: "First, how to explain to Zhong Xiang when I return to the Northern Land. Second, how to settle the youth before me."

The youth looked at Zhang Chen with full anxiety, especially after seeing Zhang Chen’s complex expression, feeling even more unsettled without daring to lift his head. But he gritted his teeth, unwilling to endure being enslaved by Demon Beasts any longer, yearning to change his fate, as the man before him was his sole hope. Gradually, he raised his head, saying, "I beseech you to take me in. I won’t eat your food for nothing; I can serve you, attend to your daily needs, do anything within my capabilities. Once I find my father in the future, he will surely reward you handsomely, compensating you a thousandfold."

"Oh? Do you know your father’s name?" Zhang Chen eyed the youth’s resolute face, finding similarities in the youth himself, especially admiring the tenacity even after a broken bone.

"I don’t know! Mother didn’t have time to tell me before she died," the youth replied, eyes full of disappointment.

"You don’t even know your father’s name; how could you know who he is?" Zhang Chen asked puzzledly.

"Mother only told me that my father is a man of great ability, capable of making big things happen no matter where he is, unquestionably the center and protagonist. If I want to find my father, I must go where great events occur; the one stirring the most chaos must be my father! When the time comes, upon mentioning my mother’s name, he will certainly recognize my identity. I heard people say that a Chen Sanliang from the Demon Race is causing havoc everywhere; I suspect this Chen Sanliang is my father. If you are willing to protect me, I will surely repay you once I reunite with my father," the youth articulated his deduction with a touch of hope in his eyes.

Zhang Chen paused upon hearing this, unexpected that the youth suspected Chen Sanliang, but given Chen Sanliang’s current actions, constantly stirring trouble across the Human Race’s territory, it indeed resembled him.

"How strange, why didn’t your mother tell you your father’s name?" Zhang Chen voiced his confusion.

"Because mother said that father absolutely wouldn’t recognize me," the youth revealed a hint of gloom in his eyes. "But rest assured, I am ultimately his biological son; once I stand before him, he will definitely support me, and undoubtedly compensate you."

Watching the youth’s dim gaze, full of disappointment, Zhang Chen felt a surge of indescribable emotion. In those days, when ’Shun’ was raised amidst hardship without parental shelter compared to now, the youth before him seemed far too young, too burdened.

He understood why Wang Xifeng claimed he wouldn’t recognize him, probably due to his past demand during a rainstorm for Wang Xifeng to abort the child, leading to Wang Xifeng holding such thoughts.

Yet Wang Xifeng misunderstood him; even a tiger wouldn’t eat its cubs. If he knew he had a son, he would have acknowledged him straightaway. Now the tricky part was how he would explain things to Zhong Xiang about having a son just appearing out of thin air—he must consider Zhong Xiang’s feelings.

If he were in Zhong Xiang’s position, he’d find it hard to accept as well.

It’s as if after marrying, suddenly discovering your wife or husband having an unexpected son; such matters are hard to accept.

Facing the youth’s anxious gaze, Zhang Chen suddenly had an idea, "We seem to share a destined connection; why not become my godson?"

The youth was stunned upon hearing this, then without hesitation, lifted his robe and knelt before Zhang Chen, gleefully exclaiming, "Child greets godfather!"

Hesitating even a second would imply disrespecting his current situation.

"Good! From today onward, you are my godson!" Zhang Chen cheerfully lifted the youth, joyfully pacing around the room.

After pacing a few rounds, Zhang Chen set the youth down, eyes glinting with cold light, "Dear son, do you want revenge?"

"Revenge?" the youth echoed, confused.

"The Wang Family of Jinling bullied you, those Demon Beasts mistreated you, do you seek revenge?" Zhang Chen’s cold gleam sparkled in his eyes. They had bullied his son, a matter that couldn’t be so easily settled.