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Upon hearing that the other person wanted to stay with her, Yue Zhengling readily agreed. After all, since her grandfather's death, she was the only one left in the house. Fear was a minor matter; the most important thing was loneliness.

"So, Sister He Xian, can you tell me something about yourself? And why do you know me? And also—" Yue Zheng Lingling kept asking the woman questions, as if she wanted to make up for all the things she hadn't said in the past few days.

"Well, let's deal with these problems one by one. But your body is groaning with hunger, so you should go and fill your stomach first." The girl who had been given the name Chord pointed to Yue Zhenglingling's rumbling stomach, making Yue Zhenglingling's face instantly turn red.

Le Zhengling ran off with the paper in her hand, heading towards the shop's kitchen. However, she forgot that her grandfather's diary was still there.

Watching Yue Zhengling walk away, He Xian walked to the low table, picked up the diary, and looked at the last page.

—When I opened my eyes that morning, I had a premonition that death had come. If Lingling hadn't woken me up today, I probably would have just passed out in my sleep.

Even getting out of bed required Lingling's help. In the end, I comforted her for a long time before she went to school. Meanwhile, I forced myself to take out this diary that recorded useless things and wrote what should have been the last entry.

It is said that few people live to seventy. Indeed, after experiencing so much, I am truly fortunate to have lived to this age.

I remember when I chose to join the army, someone from the Jiang family gave me a divination: "If all the stars are auspicious, even misfortune will be auspicious; if all the stars are inauspicious, even auspiciousness will be inauspicious."

They also advised me that this was a gamble with fate, and that if I died, it meant I had chosen the wrong side, urging me to be careful.

However, I never expected that this divination would be the divination for my life afterward. Even though I followed the right person in that war, I ended up on the wrong side and even encountered something like the resurrection of the dragon vein, which ultimately brought trouble to my family.

There's also a reason why I'm unwilling to accept my fate. In the end, Ji Diao and Qiao Qiao's twins—was it all my fault?

Taking Lingling away is the safest option I can make. Since things have come to this point, I can't let Qiaoqiao's efforts be in vain. The double curse that Lingling was born with won't have such a strong effect as long as she's not in China.

Ah, but there was one more time. Once Lingling turned fifteen, she would be free. She wouldn't have to guard that isolated tomb, wouldn't have to see the tragic scenes that represented the changing of generations, and wouldn't have to endure the pain of her soul leaving her body every day. As long as she could get through the last time, everything would be different. But why, why was it that I couldn't endure it?

If Lingling is taken back, she definitely won't be able to handle it since she hasn't experienced those things before.

Those who are born into misfortune do not know what misfortune is; those who are born into suffering do not know what suffering is; those who are destined to be hated by everyone before birth do not know love.

To be born guilty—this unreasonable thing, this tragedy that has been passed down to this day, shouldn't it end?

Ah, as I grow old, I keep thinking about the past. In truth, I just don't have the face to see Qiaoqiao. But even if the bloodline is cut off, even if Lingling dies, I don't want to see her become the new one.

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, please forgive me.

I will bear all the sins. Even if I cannot finish them in this life, I will do it in the next. If I cannot finish them in the next life, I will do it in the next, and so on, life after life, endlessly until the very end of the source.

Chord closed the diary and put it back in its original place. "It's useless. The world is predetermined. Even if you transcend the mortal realm and ascend to the immortal realm, transcending the three realms and not being bound by the five elements, you still can't escape what you can't escape."

"In the end, all people can do is choose what they think they can choose. Little do they know that this choice was never a choice in the first place. My combination with fate is just a small back door that makes this choice a choice for those who can use us."

“The four seasons change without ceasing, and the years cycle endlessly. Alas, Yue Zheng Lingling, how fortunate she is; alas, Ji Lingling, how unfortunate she is.” With a sigh, He Xian turned and left.

Time seemed to freeze again. Orange looked at the woman who claimed to be the spirit of the artifact with a complicated expression, her face gradually becoming solemn.

Meanwhile, Yuzhu's eyelids twitched. Compared to Chengzi, who was not very familiar with classical Chinese, Yuzhu, as a fairy tale witch, was quite familiar with those things.

After all, she possessed a library far superior to the Clock Tower, the "Witch's Cave," in terms of both the quantity and rarity of its books. Many of the bamboo slips, bones, and tortoise shells deep within it were inscribed with ancient Chinese characters.

Moreover, when the woman named He Xian said that she was "Jie Huan", both You Zhu and Cheng Zi knew her true identity: the necklace that belonged to Yue Zheng Ling, which they had been keeping in turn.

"That necklace is actually a tsukumogami?" Orange knew that the necklace was special, but she didn't expect it to be this special.

That's autonomous transformation, not like a doll that's deliberately made into a human shape, nor is it like sealing a human soul into an object, nor is it like an artificial life that's been meticulously crafted. Instead, it's an object that develops intelligence on its own and eventually transforms into a human shape.

In the words of ancient Chinese mysticism, they are "fairies." Not the kind of "fairies" specially created by Gaia and born from Gaia's sense of touch, but something that exists beyond the concept of life.

—In a sense, it is already an existence equivalent to the [world].

Chapter 271 Hearing Things I Don't Know - Part 5

Listening to the Unknown—Seeing My Heart: The Five Aggregates are Empty

“Chord is not something you can understand. If you call it a tsukumogami, then you are underestimating Him.” Ji Qiaoqiao looked at the shadow cat at Chengzi’s feet. “Actually, what you’re doing, Chengzi, has the foundation to become something like Chord, but it’s just the foundation.”

"Did you send her there?" Youzhu joined the conversation. After learning that Jiehuan actually had her own soul, she felt uneasy. After all, she had kept the other person by her side for a long time. Did that mean that the other person knew everything she had done to Yue Zhengling?

"Le Zheng Lingling, what is her relationship with Lingjun? The Lingjun I know—who exactly is he?" Chengzi didn't want to get to the bottom of it, but when she thought of the child she had only met once on the train, and who had reappeared in another world due to various accidents, she had a feeling that if she didn't take care of him, he would never appear again.

Aoko found it strange. She had met Le Zhengling at the same time as Aoko, and she had talked the most with Lingjun on the train, but she kept calling Lingjun Weiling-chan, and now her attitude was even more ambiguous.

As for Youzhu, apart from the negligible blood relationship, she and Lingjun were complete strangers. Even though Youzhu had shown that she cared a lot about Yue Zhengling, it was only because she cared about the object named "Yue Zhengling".

Of the three, only she cared about Lingjun and wanted to do everything in her power to find him. But why did this woman, who should have been Lingjun, choose Qingzi instead of herself?

What's even stranger is why the other person calls her "Little Orange," yet she feels a sense of familiarity with it, as if she's been called that by this person countless times before.

“I never gave birth to a child named Yue Zhengling, but he is my child. How do you interpret my words?” Ji Qiaoqiao looked at Yue Zhengling with a dazed expression.

"Stillborn and live, yang and yin, misfortune and fortune, the reason that child could not be born was predetermined, but I caused an anomaly in this world because of my daughter."

"What exactly are you—" Orange sensed an unusually heavy memory in her words.

"Xiao Cheng, there's a saying that good intentions can lead to bad outcomes. That's why I didn't choose you." Ji Qiaoqiao saw through Chengzi's resentment towards her. She also knew that if she didn't make things clear, Chengzi would still follow her own plan. So she made it clear here.

"The 'listening' you are pursuing is, from the very beginning, non-existent, a 'zero'."

Orange looked puzzled. "What do you mean by 'from the very beginning it was a zero'? Does that mean everything about Lingjun was fake?"

"No, even if it's fake, after Lingling paid a huge price to revive her father, even fake things will become real, but things that don't exist will still not exist."

Ji Qiaoqiao looked exhausted. "Lingling has become Ling and Ling, but one of the Lings will never exist. Something has replaced the Ling that should never have appeared. That is the Lingjun you are looking for."

"What do you mean?" Orange asked hurriedly, and even Aoko and Yuzhu showed listening expressions.

As the conversation reached this point, they both knew they were about to uncover the truth about [Le Zhengling], so the atmosphere became heavy.

"————, [Le Zhengling]'s soul is not something born from the source; he has no [origin] belonging to this world." Everyone present was related to the demonic path, so when Ji Qiaoqiao said this, even Qingzi showed a surprised expression.

What is the root cause?

The origin is the starting point of all things, the foundation upon which everything in this world is born, and the basis upon which all laws are formed.

From a mystical perspective, there exists a "force" standing at the "apex of dimensionalism" on the outer edge of this world. It is known as the "Vortex of Origin," the coordinate of the beginning of all things.

"You mean, Lingjun is something outside of the [Root]?" Orange pressed her throbbing forehead, trying to understand what she meant.

After all, Ji Qiaoqiao's words completely overturned everyone's understanding. It was like someone suddenly proving that one plus one does not equal two, so the law that serves as the basis for everything was denied.

This means that humanity's understanding of the world is completely wrong, and ultimately, even its own existence cannot be determined, making the extinction of humanity a simple matter.

Ji Qiaoqiao closed her eyes. "I can't answer that question. You can use your own eyes to see for yourselves."

The video started moving again.

In just the time it takes to eat a meal, Yue Zhengling told He Xian about her decision: she was willing to pay the price to revive her grandfather.

Chord simply nodded silently, then said, "We're going to China, but before that, you have to learn some things."

Lingling didn't ask any more questions, she simply nodded, or rather, she was indecisive and decided to obey He Xian unconditionally. Moreover, her focus was rather peculiar, "Sister He Xian, don't you need to use those weird terms like 'I' and 'you' anymore?"

“I’ve gradually gotten used to it. When I wake up in different eras, I have to go through an adjustment period. Now that adjustment period is over, I don’t need that kind of way of speaking that makes you uncomfortable.”

Lingling nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Have you heard of the Fisherman's Song on the Misty Waves?" He Xian asked in a tone full of awe for some reason.

Lingling shook her head with a cute expression.

"As expected, Yue Zhengtu didn't teach you anything, but you are no longer Yue Zhenglingling, but Ji Lingling now. So, there are some things that you have to learn again, even if you don't want to."

Chord extended his index finger and gently touched Lingling's brow. "Those things inherited from your bloodline are necessities for you to achieve your wishes, so you must work hard from now on."

Lingling stared blankly at the chords' fingers, then her eyes rolled back and she fell backward.

Fortunately, Chord had anticipated this and gently laid her down in his arms.

"The inheritance of skills also depends on talent. We cannot reach that point until you spend the time learning those skills, so work hard, my destined user."

Just as she was about to carry Lingling back to the bedroom, Lingling opened her eyes with a soft "whimper," and then her gaze changed from bewilderment to clarity, and then back to bewilderment.

He Xian looked at Lingling, who had already woken up, in surprise. "How could it be so fast?"

Hearing He Xian's voice, Lingling's gaze finally focused. She sat up and looked at He Xian, "Sister He Xian?"

"Lingling! You've already learned those inheritances?" He Xian looked at Lingling with a strange expression.

Lingling pouted coquettishly, "I've learned it! I didn't know you were so amazing, Sister He Xian!"

Upon hearing the word "baby," He Xian finally believed that Lingling had indeed learned the inheritance in just a few seconds.

In the past, even the most talented person in the Ji family took three days, but Lingling took less than thirty seconds. This kind of talent can no longer be described as genius.

Chord knows the sheer volume of knowledge in that lineage, not to mention the new knowledge added as it's passed down through generations. Logically, it would only take longer for future generations to learn this knowledge.

“Something unusual must be going on—heh, never mind, why should I care?” He Xian knelt before Lingling, looking at her with gentle eyes, and then asked, “Lingling, aren’t you scared?”

Chord asked a question out of the blue, knowing that even if she said it like that, Lingling would still understand.

Lingling met her gaze, and He Xian saw a forced composure in her eyes. Under her calm gaze, Lingling's small body began to move, and her face slowly turned pale.

She gripped the hem of her shirt tightly with her hands, trying desperately but in vain to stop the trembling.

"Alright, it's okay. It seems you already know what you're about to face. So let me ask you one more time, Lingling, are you really willing to pay the price?"

He Xian extended his hand to Lingling, "If you don't want to, I can pretend nothing happened, and you don't have to inherit the fate of the Ji family. As long as you don't use that extra knowledge recklessly, there won't be any major problems."

Lingling didn't look at the hand, but instead looked at Hexian with eyes full of bewilderment and fear.

After learning what the other party was intended for, even though she only had a simple concept of life and had recently learned the meaning of life and death, she understood that the other party had the ability to eliminate countless lives.

That heavy responsibility also filled her with anxiety about the future. When she heard that the other party was giving her a chance to choose again, she wavered for a moment. However, when she thought of her grandfather's extremely regretful face, her determination became exceptionally firm.

Lingling reached out and joined He Xian's hand. "I only want Grandpa. Nothing else matters to me."

After Lingling placed her hand in his, He Xian slowly closed his own hand. "Then let's go, my master. Whatever you face, from now on, I will be by your side."

Lingling's fear was amplified by this oath, but then dispelled by the seemingly calm yet actually more resolute will of the person making the oath than one of sharing life and death.

"Are we going to China?" Le Zhengling, or rather Ji Lingling, looked around reluctantly. She was about to leave the home she had lived in for thirteen years.

“Yes, but don’t be sad, because if all goes well, you’ll soon be able to return here and start over with a dream that’s even more real than reality.” He Xian squeezed Ji Lingling’s hand. “Now let’s go find the current successor of the Jiang family and get the key to the Kunlun Tomb.”

"The Jiang family? We're looking for the person who awakened you?"

Lingling snapped out of her sorrow and, as if she had grown up in the blink of an eye, softly said, "The mysteries of Yin and Yang, their order and reversal, are inexhaustible; the two solstices return to the Nine Palaces. If one can understand the principles of Yin and Yang, then heaven and earth are all within one's grasp."

“Yes, we are looking for Jiang Moqing, the descendant of Taigong Wang and the current successor of the Jiang family.” He Xian recalled the woman who spoke slowly. Although she was a successor of the Jiang family who was proficient in divination and Qimen Dunjia, she gave the impression of someone who was always in a half-asleep state.

The true successor of the Duke of Zhou is right here. If there really is such a situation, it should have happened to Lingling.

“Name and special.” Lingting exclaimed after hearing He Xian say that person’s name, “How can ink be made clear? It’s simply impossible.”

"But what you're going to do is turn the impossible into the possible." He Xian smiled, his androgynous appearance making Lingling blush involuntarily.

"Let's not delay, let's set off immediately." With that, He Xian flicked his sleeve in front of him, and eight golden trigrams formed the coordinates leading to Mount Li. Then the trigrams expanded, unfolding from the four cardinal directions of east, south, west, and north, opening a spatial gate.

Looking at the open door, Ji Lingling gripped He Xian's hand tightly and took several deep breaths. She knew that once she stepped through that door, there was no turning back.

Time passed slowly, and Chord never urged her on, but waited quietly.

Ji Lingling finally mustered the courage to take the first step, then quickened her pace to take the second and third steps. Without looking back or bowing her head, she disappeared behind the Bagua Gate along with He Xian.

Mount Li, the Cliff of Self-Sacrifice.

This isolated mountain peak was barren. Its sides were steep and jagged, as if cut by a knife. On its small summit, three girls stood.

"You shouldn't have come." The woman in yellow looked at Ji Lingling and said in a completely emotionless tone.

“I have to come.” Lingling didn’t explain anything, but simply extended her hand to her, her tone calm but with an underlying force: “Give me the astrological chart.”

The girl opposite shook her head, as if trying to shake off her own thoughts or to clear her head. In the end, apart from making her fluffy purple hair a little neater, it didn't do much good.

Struggling to stay awake, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Ji Lingling, "The emperor encountered a wicked man; though he gained good fortune, he was without virtue." (Note: Here, "without virtue" means being ruthless and inhumane.)

"—I don't care, even if everyone in the world says I'm heartless, I still want my grandfather." Because she had received the inheritance, she understood that the other party wanted to tell her not to be too extreme, but Lingling didn't want to care about those things.

Jiang Moqing then turned her gaze to He Xian, "I didn't awaken you for this outcome. I clearly wanted you to take her away from this world that has lost its mystery and gather all our strength to explore it. Why did it turn out like this?"

“This was all my master’s choice, and she gave me a name. I can’t go against her wishes.” He Xian smiled at Jiang Moqing. “Hand that thing over. I don’t want to be rough with you.”

"You want me to watch as so many lives, including his, turn to ashes, all for the sake of a little girl's impulsive choice?" Jiang Moqing yawned and asked drowsily.

"Let it be, let it be. Even if it reaches an unbelievable number, it will be meaningless to you and me, because neither you nor I are living in a dream, are we?" Chord remained calm, without a trace of compassion for the life that was about to disappear.

Ultimately, from the moment of her birth, she has witnessed far more destruction than the immeasurable. So-called compassion only brings her pain. Having already emptied her five aggregates, she cannot be moved by Jiang Moqing's few words from another perspective that is unrelated to her.

Chapter 272 Listening to Things You Don't Know - Part 6

Title: Hearing the Unknown – Humanity and God's Destiny, the Six Laws Remain with Me

Jiang Moqing remained silent, because she knew that what He Xian said was true, because He Xian was created so that people could witness the destruction of various worlds.