1691 Father and Son Don’t Recognize Each Other
The predecessor of the Divine Moon Empire’s language was the language of the Demon Beast Continent. After ten thousand years of evolution, its accent and words had changed a little, but some basic phrases were still the same.

Sheng Zhou threatened Ye Qingyang, “Take it out quickly!”

Ye Qingyang was an Undead Divine Master. Wherever he went, the cultivators there would feel fearful. How could they dare to provoke him like this? However, this was the hometown where his parents were raised. In the future, it would become a small world that he would visit often. These unfamiliar cultivators in front of him might be his parents’ elders and good friends.

He couldn’t offend them.

Ye Qingyang lowered his head and was about to take out the letter Sheng Xiao had given him, but at that moment, a cry suddenly sounded in Ye Qingyang’s left ear.

“Feng’er, don’t you recognize me?”

Everyone in the square fell silent.

Feng’er?

Sheng Zhou stared at Sheng Pinghui, who was beside Ye Qingyang, then turned to look at his mentor. Noticing that his mentor was frowning at the long-haired man in a daze, Sheng Zhou reminded Sheng Lingfeng softly, “Mentor, is he talking about you?”

After Sheng Lingfeng came back to his senses, he stared at the man’s blurry facial features under his long hair and asked, “Who are you?”

Seeing that Sheng Lingfeng really couldn’t recognize him, Sheng Pinghui’s heart ached.

They were biological father and son!

He and his wife, Jiang Mingzhu, had personally raised Sheng Lingfeng. Sheng Lingfeng had been impressed by Sheng Pinghui ever since he was young and even treated his father as his idol.

But now that they had met again, they no longer recognized each other.

No one could empathize with the anguish in Sheng Pinghui’s heart. “Feng’er, I’m your father. I’m Sheng Pinghui! Do you still remember me, Feng’er?” Sheng Pinghui used his spiritual energy to vibrate his throat and pronounce these words.

In order to prove to Sheng Lingfeng that he was his father, Sheng Pinghui hurriedly handed the child in his arms to Ye Qingyang. Then, he pulled all his long hair behind his head and grabbed his long black hair that was as thick as his wrist, revealing a face that was ghastly pale because he hadn’t seen sunlight for a long time. That face was very emaciated.

Those eyes were sunken and turbid, a stark contrast to the handsome and mighty Sheng Pinghui in his prime.

As Sheng Lingfeng stared at the long-haired man’s unfamiliar face, he couldn’t believe that this strange man was his father.

Sheng Lingfeng didn’t recognize Sheng Pinghui.

However, the address of “Feng’er” shocked Sheng Lingfeng.

Sheng Pinghui was immersed in the joy of reuniting with his child and took a step towards Sheng Lingfeng excitedly to hug him. However, Sheng Lingfeng didn’t feel any familiarity from this long-haired man. He was unwilling to accept this truth and subconsciously took a few steps back.

His retreat hurt Sheng Pinghui’s feelings.

Sheng Pinghui forced himself to stop in his tracks.

He lowered his arms weakly and muttered sadly, “My appearance has changed too much and I look nothing like I did in the past. It’s normal that you don’t recognize me. It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault…”

It sounded like he was actually comforting himself.

He was reminding himself: It wasn’t that the child was unwilling to accept his current appearance, but that he was so different from before that his son couldn’t believe it.
When Sheng Lingfeng realized that he had hurt Sheng Pinghui’s feelings, he stopped. Sheng Lingfeng had already found out from Sheng Xiao that his father, Sheng Pinghui, was still alive, but Sheng Xiao didn’t tell him what Sheng Pinghui had experienced in the Great World.

Therefore, when he suddenly saw the transformed Sheng Pinghui, Sheng Lingfeng found it unbelievable.

What kind of tragic experience did a handsome and outstanding cultivator have to experience to fall into such a state?

Sheng Lingfeng didn’t dare to think about how his father had been tortured for the past hundred years.

Sheng Lingfeng clenched his fists and asked in a hoarse voice, “You said that you’re my father, but how can you prove that you’re my father?!” Sheng Lingfeng’s eyes turned red and he choked on his tears as he said, “My father was once a handsome man who was very famous in the cultivation world of the Holy Spirit Continent. There was no telling how many girls admired him back then.”

“From your strange and horrid appearance, you don’t look like my father at all!” Sheng Lingfeng’s words sounded harsh, but no one knew how pained he was.

Tears welled up in Sheng Pinghui’s eyes.

He closed his eyes and raised his head to let out a long sigh. When he looked up again, he saw a group of old fellows with walking sticks walking towards the square with the help of the guards.

They were all former patriarchs of the Sheng clan.

Other than the Sixth Elder, Sheng Tianlun, who had willingly sacrificed himself during the Hundred Masters Sacrifice to help Anna become a Thearch back then, the other elders of the Sheng clan were still alive. However, they looked far older than Sheng Lingfeng, since they were older than Sheng Lingfeng and were disciples of Sheng Pinghui’s generation.

This group of people were also Sheng Pinghui’s most respected and trusted fellow disciples in the Sheng clan.

Sheng Pinghui called out the names of the nine elders one by one. He said to the First Elder first, “Sheng Tianqing, when you were 19 years old, in order to buy a spirit hairpin to please the disciples of the Liuli Clan, you accepted 500 spirit stones from me. When you borrowed money, you promised to give me 50 spirit stones as interest every year. It’s been more than 200 years. Are the spirit stones in your bank account enough to repay the debt?”

When he heard this, Sheng Tian’s eyes widened. “You…” He covered the interspatial bracelet on his wrist and widened his eyes as he said in shock, “How do you know about this… ”

“Sheng Zhuying!” Sheng Pinghui looked at the only woman in the group of elders. It was the Third Elder, Sheng Zhuying. Back then, Sheng Xiao was seriously injured and needed Yu Huang’s heart blood to treat him. It was this Third Elder who treated Yu Huang. She was old and blind, so within a hundred meters, she couldn’t distinguish between humans and animals.

Sheng Zhuying asked the blurry figure in the distance, “Why are you calling me?”

Sheng Pinghui said without hesitation, “You told everyone that Josie was the one who pursued you, but I saw with my own eyes that you blocked Mr. Josie in the forest downstairs of the literary club and forcefully kissed him. If I remember correctly, that was your first kiss. Actually, between you and Josie, you were the one who took the initiative.”

Sheng Zhuying’s husband was Josie, a civilian and a famous author in the entire Divine Realm Continent.

Sheng Zhuying was so angry that she stomped her walking stick. She couldn’t see Sheng Pinghui’s face clearly, but when she heard these words, she said, “Sheng Pinghui, you’re indeed still alive! Didn’t you promise to keep my secret? You went back on your word! Could it be that you’re jealous that you couldn’t woo me back then, so you deliberately exposed my secret?”