Chapter 1011: He Was Killed by an Immortal

Chapter 1011: He Was Killed by an Immortal

Ni Wanqing: “……”

Liu Shuqin: “……”

Li Ruo’er: “……”

Lin Nuo’s words were shockingly blunt, leaving the three of them speechless.

Oh come on, at least say it more tactfully, right? Like, he passed away or something?

Just a straightforward declaration of death.

Actually, Lin Nuo was being relatively polite. If the Sword Saint were to speak as a mother, he might have gone as far as saying, “Your mom is dead!”

“Dead… really…? Young Master, you’re saying my father… has passed away…?”

“Yes, passed away. Please accept my condolences.”

Lin Nuo replied with a straight face, and what he said held authority. Even if Li Ruo’er didn’t believe it, she’d have to; her father really had passed away.

There was no escaping it. That old relic thought he could have a lovely daughter.

But if she looked deep down, Li Ruo’er did have his bloodline, yet her features resembled more of Ni Wanqing.

This shows the strength of the fox clan’s bloodline; a human-fox hybrid could easily come out looking like a beautiful white fox, it’s quite the advantage.

“Um… Mother, Father, he…?”

Li Ruo’er turned to Ni Wanqing, who didn’t refute her. She wasn’t really keen on telling Li Ruo’er that the Sword Saint was her father.

Since it came to this, might as well just say he passed away, right? Clear and simple.

She nodded in response:

“Yes, he has passed away.”

“Oh… I see… well then.”

Li Ruo’er felt a bit regretful, but it couldn’t be helped; the dead cannot be brought back. At least she had never met him, so she wouldn’t be too sad.

“Then, can you tell me how he died?”

Li Ruo’er asked, which left Ni Wanqing at a loss. How to phrase this? She needed to weave another lie to cover the previous one.

“He was killed by an Immortal.”

Lin Nuo said seriously. His mind was quick, able to whip up a bunch of outrageous stories at will.

After all, he was the type to eavesdrop on street stories just for fun; he already had a hundred ways for the Sword Saint to die spinning in his head.

This might neatly shift the hatred toward the Immortals. The hatred of a daughter for her father’s murder would churn her heart, twisting it, leading her toward darkness.

Let’s call it “A Thought Awakens the Demon.”

According to the classic villain trope, he could guide the Immortal to kill her adoptive mother, and that would really seal the deal on her dark transformation.

But he couldn’t do that; her adoptive mother was quite nice, and it was rare to have someone to share thoughts with.

“Huh? Killed by an Immortal? Young Master, what happened? I never heard you mention this before!”

Of course, she hadn’t heard it before; he had just made it up.

With years of reading novels under his belt, smearing the Immortals was easy-peasy.

“Back then you were still little. I worried you couldn’t handle it, so I didn’t tell you. But now that you’ve experienced more and have matured, it’s time to let you know. See, I’m just bringing you back your real mother!”

Lin Nuo said seriously, making it sound like it was all part of his grand plan, a mother-daughter reunion, unveiling the truth—entirely orchestrated by him.

Yet in reality, he had no clue. Li Ruo’er’s real father was the Sword Saint. He wouldn’t believe it even if he were beaten to death.

Of course, not literally beaten to death, but he had to believe it nonetheless.

“Because your father saw through their conspiracy, they were furious and silenced him, killing him.”

“A conspiracy? What conspiracy?” Li Ruo’er inquired.

“On the surface, it seems the Immortals are making rapid advances, but in reality, they utilize the souls of mortals as a price—they are killing mortals! But this has always been kept secret, hidden from everyone. So do you see why I wanted you to cultivate? On one hand, I wanted you to enhance your abilities; on the other, I hoped you’d see their ugly true faces. Unfortunately, you didn’t get the chance.”

Lin Nuo continued weaving his tale, sometimes genuinely admiring himself for managing to craft a charge against those damned Immortals while also giving cultivation a seemingly valid purpose.

“Um… that does seem to be the case… I truly haven’t encountered any incidents of mortals being killed to seize their souls. I had no idea this was happening.”

Li Ruo’er was persuaded, finding it hard to accept at first, but if Young Master said it, it must have been true. She never expected the Immortals had such a side to them.

Ni Wanqing: “……”

She seemed to grasp Lin Nuo’s intentions: he wanted Li Ruo’er to grow angry at the Immortals.

It seemed unkind, but he was a demon. Looking from a different angle, it was merely a matter of differing positions. If she became a demon in the future, she might end up thinking similarly.

She actually wanted to poke holes in Lin Nuo’s story, thinking he had gone too far, but if she did, Lin Nuo might just backtrack and not allow them to reunite.

She could only quietly listen.

“Yes, such things do exist.”

Lin Nuo nodded, continuing to legitimize his lies.

“Your father was destined to walk the immortal path, so he had good talent. You inherited some of it, after all. He discovered this secret and planned to leave the Immortal Mountain to expose it to the world. But before he could announce it, he was secretly killed by an Immortal; it’s a real shame.”

“Father was also a great hero, huh?”

“Indeed, he was a man of honor. Too bad he knew too little; who would have guessed those Immortals would be so despicable? In fact, when he was in trouble, he was rescued by Demon Practitioners who helped him escape from the Immortals’ pursuit. Sadly, the innocents who aided him were also killed.”

“Ah! They are so vile?!”

Li Ruo’er was getting deeply engrossed, growing more furious by the moment.

“Yes, they are that despicable. I didn’t mention it back then because the timing wasn’t right. Now that we have our own power, it’s high time you knew. So your descent into darkness is fate arranged, but it is also your destiny.”

Lin Nuo delivered his emotional speech, stirring up Li Ruo’er’s pure heart, igniting her passion.

“Report!”

Suddenly, a subordinate from the Demon Practitioners rushed in, interrupting Lin Nuo’s storytelling.

“What’s happening?” Lin Nuo asked.

“Reporting to the Demon Ruler! The Sword Saint, he… he’s coming! We couldn’t stop him!”

“What?! No way…”

Lin Nuo was taken aback; this ghost was arriving.