Chapter 117 The Situation on the Continent - Transmigration Failed, I Rely on My Daughter to Become a Overlord

Chapter 117 The Situation on the Continent

Hong Longxiang flicked his fingers, releasing a wisp of true essence. The image within the jade slip immediately unfolded in the void.

The picture was slightly blurred, yet it clearly revealed a bright-eyed young girl standing before a street stall, slender fingers pinching a hairpin while bargaining with the seller. Sunlight shone upon her porcelain skin, making even the faint wrinkle of her nose in annoyance seem vivid.

"Interesting..." The blood-red star in Hong Longxiang's right eye suddenly spun faster, and a wave of heat rose from his dantian.

He licked his lips, already plotting how to abduct this spirited beauty back to the Hong family.

"You wretch!"

Hong Chenji's cold snort exploded like thunder. "Look more closely at her face!"

Shaken to the core, Hong Longxiang forced down his desire and focused intently. When his gaze fell upon the girl's lively eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is… that woman?"

That madwoman locked in the deepest dungeon of the Hong family—his birth mother.

As a child, every time he visited that place, he could hear her heart-rending screams from within the chains.

"Of course not!"

Hong Chenji stroked his long beard with his withered fingers. "She is your twin sister, Hong Yuchan. Or rather… now she should be called Chen Xingcai."

"However… this cannot be fully confirmed." With a wave of the patriarch's sleeve, the image of the girl lingered. "Last year, a Hong family disciple on business in Qingzhou encountered her by chance and immediately recorded it with a memory stone."

"There may be others in this world who resemble that woman, so this time your mission is to confirm whether she is indeed that outcast of the Hong family…"

"Hong Yuchan… so that's how it is…"

Hong Longxiang's left eye, with its double pupils, tightened violently. He suddenly recalled how that madwoman, in her deranged moments, would occasionally scream nonsense like, "Give me back my Chan'er."

So he truly had an elder sister still alive.

"She carries the same blood as you," Hong Chenji's voice grew chillingly cold, "and also bears the other half… of the Supreme Blood."

With a sharp crack, the jade slip shattered. The blood-red star in Hong Longxiang's right eye burst forth with a sinister radiance.

He finally understood why his Supreme Blood had never been complete—because the other half had always resided in that sister he had never met!

"And if she is not the one we are looking for?" Hong Longxiang narrowed his eyes, the star in his right eye slowly rotating.

A cold smile surfaced on Hong Chenji's gaunt face. "Then she is yours to deal with."

At these words, the youth's tongue slowly licked across his lips, revealing a cruel and satisfied grin.

"But to ensure no mistakes…" Hong Chenji suddenly clapped his hands.

The air in the courtyard froze, and a crushing pressure descended like a mountain. A middle-aged man in a black robe appeared silently at the center of the courtyard, each step he took causing faint ripples across the ground.

"Second Uncle."

The usually lawless Hong Longxiang actually saluted him with rare respect. For this man was his protector—the younger brother of the current Hong family head, a Heaven-and-Man Realm expert, Hong Ang. He was the only person in the entire Hong family who instilled true fear in him.

Hong Longxiang could clearly sense that deep within this second uncle's eyes, there always lingered a cold intent to kill. If not for the great cause of the Hong family, if not for the woman imprisoned in the dungeon… this Heaven-and-Man Realm expert would likely have slain him long ago with a single palm.

Hong Ang merely gave a cold nod, his gaze bypassing Hong Longxiang to fall upon Hong Chenji. "You promised to spare her life."

The voice was calm, yet it caused the temperature of the entire courtyard to plummet.

Hong Chenji stroked his long beard and smiled. "What I promised you, I will naturally not break. As long as she is willing to sever all ties with the Supreme Blood, no longer becoming an obstacle on Longxiang's path, what harm is there in letting her live?"

Hong Ang remained silent for a moment before suddenly turning his head to look at Hong Longxiang. In that instant, the youth felt his very soul tremble, as if he were being stared at by a primordial beast.

"Depart in three days." After speaking, Hong Ang's figure dissolved into the air like a mirage.

Only then did Hong Longxiang realize his back was soaked in cold sweat. The blood-red star in his right eye spun wildly, driven not only by fear but also by excitement—

Hong Yuchan… Chen Xingcai… my good sister, we will meet very soon.

…

After Hong Longxiang departed, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the courtyard. Dressed in a dark-gold brocade robe, his features bore a seventy percent resemblance to Hong Longxiang, yet carried a harsher and more deranged edge. He was none other than the current head of the Hong family—Hong Tianque.

"Greetings, Old Ancestor."

He performed a near-prostrating bow, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground. Only after Hong Chenji gave a slight nod did he slowly rise.

Unlike Hong Longxiang and Hong Ang, though insane, he was terrifyingly obsessive in certain matters.

"Old Ancestor, the second brother should not have gone." Hong Tianque's hoarse voice carried a sickly obsession. "He will surely grow soft toward that outcast, especially while taking Longxiang along. Should anything go wrong…"

Hong Chenji abruptly raised his hand to interrupt. Withered fingers brushed over his head—he actually removed a patch of false hair, revealing a scalp mottled with decay.

"Heaven-and-Man Five Declines, the hair upon the head withers." The Old Ancestor's voice was chillingly calm. "My days are numbered."

Hong Tianque's pupils shrank sharply, for he knew all too well what this meant.

Once a Saint Realm expert began to manifest the signs of the Heaven-and-Man Five Declines, it signified the end of lifespan and the collapse of the Dao Fruit.

Yet their Old Ancestor was only a little over forty thousand years old. Without that past accident, he could have safeguarded the Hong family for another fifty thousand years!

But no matter what, the Old Ancestor had always remained silent about his experience in that secret realm.

"Precisely because I am nearing death, Heaven itself has revealed to me a sliver of fate." Hong Chenji's clouded eyes suddenly blazed with terrifying light. "Tianque, back then you chose wrongly—Hong Yuchan's destiny surpasses even Longxiang's!"

"What?!" Hong Tianque felt as if struck by lightning.

"Simply because she was a daughter, you chose Longxiang without thought." The Old Ancestor sneered. "And this mistake must be corrected by Longxiang himself. As for sending Hong Ang, I have my reasons."

"I understand… Old Ancestor."

The ancient tree in the courtyard stirred without wind, dead leaves scattering as Hong Chenji's voice grew ever colder. "The Great Zhou has fallen, and the world is split five ways. Our Hong family supports the King of Qi. But in truth, all great clans and sects know that none will allow a new Great Zhou to rise. Today, the sects and families tacitly support this fivefold division only to let the princes fight each other and grind away the last remnants of Great Zhou's foundation!"

His claw-like hand suddenly seized a falling leaf and crushed it to powder in an instant. "When the five kings are destroyed, it will be the age of the great families and sects. On the day the Immortal Stele is reset—"

"Our Hong family must rank among the top ten!"

Hong Tianque trembled all over and once again bowed deeply. "I will follow the Old Ancestor's decree!"

From the shadows, a withered leaf drifted down onto the false hair, instantly stained gray-white by the aura of decay.Hong Chenji stroked his long beard and smiled. "What I promised you, I will naturally not break. As long as she is willing to sever all ties with the Supreme Blood, no longer becoming an obstacle on Longxiang's path, what harm is there in letting her live?"