Chapter 1219: You Come From the Sacred Realm

Chapter 1219: You Come From the Sacred Realm

After removing the mask, it turned out to be that man.

And he even spoke warmly in the tone of the Taishang Huang, saying, “Xiaoxue.”

For now, Lin Nuo refrained from commenting—who knows your family lineage?

Still, he found it hard to believe this was her father.

It didn’t make sense.

What’s a former emperor doing wandering around his own royal palace? Sneaking around like this, really?

And you’re telling me that no one else can see you? You seriously think you can just wear someone else’s face and expect anyone to believe it?

And then you’re trying to talk like him too.

Of course, there are no absolute certainties, and no one knows if he really is Luo Xiaoxue’s father.

You all just do some blood recognition or something.

“Why are you still imitating my father’s speech? Who exactly are you? Where have you hidden my father?!”

Luo Xiaoxue certainly found it hard to believe and was questioning the man.

The soldiers around looked confused, still unsure who Luo Xiaoxue was talking to, thinking maybe she was just under too much pressure and was having a breakdown.

“You all, just go about your business. Don’t linger here.”

Lin Nuo dismissed the bewildered soldiers; this wasn’t a scene they could comprehend.

The soldiers had no choice but to step back, considering this was royal family business; best not to get involved.

What kind of affairs could a national leader have that wouldn’t just spiral into overthinking?

“So? Are you saying you killed him, or are you the one? Just say it already; stop dragging this out. Otherwise, you won’t be around much longer.”

Lin Nuo had already prepared himself; if you didn’t talk, he’d just take you out—no need for all this nonsense.

Of course, he still didn’t have complete confidence in killing this guy. Who knew what kind of creature he was?

“At this point, I won’t hide it any longer. I am your father, Xiaoxue.”

The man said this, but Luo Xiaoxue still didn’t believe it and retorted:

“What proof do you have to prove you are my father? If you’re lying to me, I’ll ensure you’re turned to ashes.”

Luo Xiaoxue was furious; who would dare pose as her father in front of her? She’d kill them—if she couldn’t, she’d at least take the other down with her.

“Ah, you have a mole on the inside of your right thigh. You love martial arts, and when you were a child, you were a little rascal who once rode my horse and fell off, but you didn’t cry. You were so strong…”

This man began recounting some old tales, sounding just like the truth.

If he could name one or two incidents as coincidences, three as something he learned, then with so many details, it increasingly pointed to him being the real deal.

But could it be possible that this guy stole the memories of the Taishang Huang?

Neither confirming nor denying.

He just kept recounting a series of secrets between them, and Luo Xiaoxue was starting to believe this might indeed be her father.

After all, no one else could know so much about her private matters.

“Sorry for overhearing so much of your personal history.”

“No worries, I would love for you to know even more.”

Lin Nuo had been listening for a while, but Luo Xiaoxue didn’t blame him; she wanted him to understand her better.

To be honest, there were many things Lin Nuo was not keen on knowing.

Like where that mole was, what difference did that make? It made him sound like a pervert who got all worked up about it.

“So you believe it’s him now?”

“Um…”

“Alright.”

Lin Nuo finally let go. If he could recall so much detail about the confession, then he had to accept he might be telling the truth; he certainly couldn’t kill her real father in front of Luo Xiaoxue.

She would go berserk, and he might just die too.

Of course, he was still ready; what if this old fool was just acting, setting him up for control?

The man took a breath. He didn’t make a run for it, instead sitting down and talking with Lin Nuo and them.

“Xiaoxue, thank you for believing in me.”

“I’m still not fully convinced. If you are indeed my father, then why all the sneaking around? Why not show yourself directly?”

Luo Xiaoxue wanted to get to the bottom of this; if you’re making up a story, at least give me a convincing reason.

“Because I am protecting you.”

“Protecting us? You just got captured by us; how can you talk about protection?” Luo Xiaoxue countered.

“If it’s just about brute force, I truly cannot protect you. However, many matters aren’t resolved through mere strength. Xiaoxue, there is something I’ve kept from you. Actually, I am already dead.”

“Dead?? So you’re a ghost? Then who have I been seeing as my father all this time? Don’t start deceiving me.”

Luo Xiaoxue found it absurd—his utterance of “dead” was downright ridiculous that it could convince anyone.

“That’s merely my soul maintaining its existence. Truth be told, I died before you ascended to the throne, assassinated by enemies, but I remained oblivious, believing I miraculously survived. Only recently, when the crack in the Sacred Realm appeared, did I realize what happened.”

“What do you mean?” Luo Xiaoxue listened, confused.

“At that time, the crack in the Sacred Realm released sacred energy, allowing my soul to remain tethered to my body, extending my life temporarily. However, I don’t have much sacred energy left in me, and soon I won’t be able to remain in my body. Right now, my soul has detached from my body; I preserved it in advance so I can return, but I won’t be able to for long. Until I completely vanish, I use this soul to protect you all.”

“Protect us?”

“Yes, now the Sacred Beasts have appeared in the mortal realm, and my soul wanders the palace from time to time, allowing a protective barrier to form. That way, the Sacred Beasts won’t set their sights on us. Xiaoxue, you are now a target for the Sacred Beasts; your abilities are what they crave.”

The man said earnestly, and Luo Xiaoxue began to grasp the essence of his words.

He was saying her father had been killed, but because of the Sacred Realm’s energy, he was able to survive, and his wandering soul in the royal palace created a protective field, dodging the Sacred Beasts’ pursuit.

“You said my abilities are desired by them; what exactly does that mean…?”

“Actually, when you were a child, you fell gravely ill, and the royal doctors declared you hopeless. Yet, unexpectedly, you miraculously escaped the palace, and soldiers found you in the wilderness, and your illness was suddenly cured. We believed you were blessed by the heavens. Now I understand that the child you were back then had already died, but the you now is precisely one who escaped from the Sacred Realm to the mortal realm.”

“What????”

Luo Xiaoxue was shaken—what was happening? Had she died? Was she not herself anymore?

Lin Nuo remained calm; wasn’t this the storyline of Mu Yiting?

Wow, do you guys really just target little girls?

And what could her identity be? Don’t tell me she’s another princess?

“How can you be certain she’s dead?” Lin Nuo asked him.

“When I died, I encountered an ambassador from the Sacred Realm. Though our meeting was brief, he informed me of everything that occurred, and I saw images from that time.”