TFWYH – Chapter 830 The Mystery of My Origins (3)

Ling Shang sighed helplessly.

“Everything I’ve told you is true. The Clan Leader possesses extraordinary powers and can travel a thousand miles in a single day. When the strange phenomenon appeared over the Spirit Clan, he divined that you were destined for greatness, so he personally came to the Heavenly Dynasty.”

“I was with him at the time.”

“When you return, you can ask Murong Hong whether, after your birth, an old Taoist priest came to your home, read your fortune, and declared that you were the reincarnation of a Divine Maiden destined to accomplish great things.”

Tang Wan’s face turned deathly pale.

Her legs gave way, and she staggered backward several steps.

She simply couldn’t accept it.

So…

She and the original Tang Wan had actually been the same person all along?

No wonder, after becoming human again, her emotions had become richer and richer.

She had learned to care about others.

She had learned to put herself in other people’s shoes.

She could become angry.

She could feel rage.

She could also feel happiness…

Sadness…

And Ling Yu…

She loved him because the original Tang Wan had loved him too.

“The seven human spirits correspond to the seven emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire.”

“The Tang Wan you used to be possessed the seven emotions that should always have belonged to you.”

Ling Shang’s voice sounded once more, carrying a trace of helpless sorrow.

Hearing those words, Tang Wan collapsed onto the floor.

Her expression was blank.

She was still unable to recover from something so absurd.

Ling Yu stepped forward to help her up before turning a cold gaze toward Ling Shang.

“You claim people can manipulate even time and space?”

“Does that mean gods truly exist in this world?”

“I don’t believe it.”

Ling Shang smiled faintly and dropped another earth-shattering revelation.

“In truth, you should thank Wanniang.”

“And thank the Clan Leader.”

“If Wanniang’s body hadn’t decayed to the point where her soul could no longer return to it, the Clan Leader would never have used the forbidden technique a second time to reverse the flow of time.”

Ling Yu froze.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Yes…

In his previous life, Tang Wan had died.

Jiang Shi had buried her.

So…

Was everything Ling Shang said actually true?

Could something so bizarre…

So unbelievable…

Really exist?

Were the people of the Spirit Clan truly gods?

Then the Tang Wan he had despised so deeply before…

“Wanniang, I…”

“I don’t want to hear anything right now!”

Ling Yu wanted to explain himself.

But Tang Wan suddenly shouted, shoved him away, and ran out.

Ling Yu stood rooted to the spot.

Even someone as intelligent as he was found his thoughts in complete disarray.

The Tang Wan from before… and the Tang Wan of today… had always been the same person.

The words echoed through his mind over and over, refusing to fade.

Ling Shang smiled.

His smile carried unmistakable schadenfreude.

“Humans really do love lying.”

“‘No matter what she becomes, I’ll cherish and love her.'”

“Heh…”

“If she lost her three souls and was left with only her seven spirits…”

“If she became that crude, uncouth, overweight woman again…”

“Ling Yu…”

“Would you still love her?”

Ling Yu forced himself to calm down.

He stood up, looked at Ling Shang coldly, and extended his hand.

“Her ring.”

“Return it.”

“This ring is the sacred heirloom passed down through generations of Holy Maidens of the Spirit Clan.”

“It is only proper that she keep it.”

This time, Ling Shang didn’t hesitate.

He took out the ring and placed it in Ling Yu’s palm.

Ling Yu closed his hand around it and turned to leave.

When he reached the doorway, he stopped.

Without turning around, he spoke, his voice drifting back into the room.

“Holy Maiden or Empress—she may become whatever she wishes.”

“No matter how insignificant I may be…”

“I will never be like your Spirit Clan, ignoring her wishes and refusing to treat her as a person.”

With those words, Ling Yu strode away.

Hearing this, the smile on Ling Shang’s face slowly disappeared.

He lowered his eyes in loneliness.

After a long silence, his quiet murmur echoed through the room.

“Don’t you understand yet?”

“No one in this world can oppose the Clan Leader.”

“Wanniang…”

“I… only did it for your own good.”