The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 97 Father, you don’t want your uncle’s spirit in heaven to rest in peace, do you?

Compared to the seven Quanzhen disciples who were worried and Yang Tiexin's family was in a dilemma, Su Ming had been living very comfortably in Zhongnan Mountain for the past half month. He usually read books in the Sutra Library, occasionally exchanged experiences with Ma Yu and others, and played in Zhongnan Mountain from time to time.

All that should be done has been done, and all the seeds that should be sown have been sown. He is not worried about Guo Jing at all. After finishing things in the Central Plains, he will definitely return to Mongolia. After all, Hua Zheng will be giving birth by then.

Yang Kang also followed the path he had expected. He didn't care at all about the entanglement between Wanyan Honglie, Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo. As long as Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang were not dead, this play could go on.

The so-called planning only needs to control the general direction. People are complicated and each has his own stance. It is impossible for Su Ming to control others. He can only take advantage of the situation. Yang Kang is in a dilemma. He just provides Yang Kang with a feasible direction, and he naturally follows this path.

Now, it's time for a thorough showdown.

Yang Tiexin stroked the iron spear in his hand, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, "Kang'er, you go."

Yang Kang raised his head suddenly, and instantly understood what Yang Tiexin meant, "Dad, how can I leave at this time?"

Yang Tiexin looked at Yang Kang and sighed, "This matter should have been settled sixteen years ago. I can die, but the Yang family cannot be extinct. Taoist Qiu has been arrested, and Quanzhen Sect is in a dilemma. Our family has received enough favors, and we cannot let them embarrass us again."

"Take Nianci away with you. Wanyan Honglie will not hurt you out of consideration for our old friendship."

This was the best solution Yang Tiexin could think of. He didn't want to hand over Bao Xiruo, and he didn't want his child to recognize a thief as his father. As long as Yang Kang and Mu Nianci left, the couple could die peacefully and end it all.

Yang Kang took a deep breath and ignored him. Instead, he asked Bao Xiruo, "Mom, do you want to die with Dad?"

Bao Xiruo gazed at Yang Tiexin affectionately, "Kang'er, wherever your father is, I will be there."

Yang Kang was so angry that he laughed. "Dad, Mom, if you die, that person will be furious and will try to catch me at all costs. What will happen then? Mom, you know how he feels about you. If you die, anything could happen."

"Do you think that once you die, everything is over?"

Yang Tiexin frowned and asked, "Master Qiu is in danger because of our family. If we die, there is no need for Wanyan Honglie to keep holding on to us."

Yang Kang shook his head and said in a firm tone, "No, absolutely not! On the contrary, if my mother dies, everything will be irreversible. He will take revenge, crazy revenge, and put the blame on the Quanzhen Sect for my mother's death. At that time, the Quanzhen Sect will completely confront the Jin Kingdom and the fight will not stop until one side dies."

"Dad, are you willing to see this result?"

Yang Tiexin wanted to refute him, but he had nothing to say. After all, he was just a gangster with simple ideas. He knew that when a person dies, his debts are settled. How could he understand how much influence a person in power could have?

If it were someone else, they might have swallowed their anger, stopped the loss in time, and swallowed their anger. But they met Wanyan Honglie, a top love-brained man. Bao Xiruo died and his son was gone. Without descendants, he would never be able to ascend the throne. So for him, what was the meaning of everything?
The Quanzhen Sect assassinated him and killed his wife and son. If he had a son, he would have had hope, but now that hope is gone, who can guarantee that he won't go crazy and fight against the Quanzhen Sect?

Bao Xiruo saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so she quickly gave them a way out, "Kang'er, what should we do then?"

Yang Kang did not answer, but stared at Yang Tiexin, "Dad, you have always regarded the Jin people as enemies and wanted to kill them quickly, right?"

Yang Tiexin glared, "Nonsense, we are descendants of the Yang family, we are Song people, how can we forget the national hatred and family feuds, what do you want to say, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush."

"Dad, I want to go back to the Kingdom of Jin with Mother!"

Yang Tiexin's eyes widened and he said angrily, "No! I absolutely do not agree. I finally escaped from the Jin Kingdom, why do I want to go back? Do you still want to be his son?"

Yang Kang looked him in the eye, not backing down at all, "Dad, when my uncle was killed by the Song government, didn't you want to avenge him at all? The Jin people deserved to be killed, but shouldn't those people from Song also be killed?"

Mentioning the death of his sworn brother Guo Xiaotian, Yang Tiexin's expression instantly became gloomy. This was a pain in his heart, and his brother's death had always made him feel guilty, but for a long time, in order to find his wife, he chose to temporarily forget the hatred.

Yang Kang pursued the enemy and said coldly, "Only with the help of the Jin Kingdom can we avenge our uncle. Father, you don't want to see your uncle's spirit rest in peace, do you?"

"If I gain power in the Jin Kingdom, and if the Jin Kingdom and the Song Kingdom go to war, I can also play a greater role and kill more Jin people. Isn't this much better than me fleeing to the rivers and lakes? Or is the deep hatred that Dad talked about just empty talk?"

The last sentence hurt Yang Tiexin's heart deeply. When he was young, he might have such passion and courage, but at this age, he just wanted to stay with Bao Xiruo forever. If he couldn't do that, it would be fine to be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

Yang Kang's words dissected his heart in a bloody way and put the things he didn't want to face in front of him again.

Yang Tiexin couldn't win the argument with reason, so he could only use his ancestors to pressure Yang Kang, "Kang'er, we are descendants of the Yang family, how can we recognize a thief as our father? If our ancestors knew, they would not be at peace in their graves."

Yang Kang sneered in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Dad, let's not talk about this matter for now. Let's take a step back. If you want to repay the great kindness of Quanzhen Sect, you have to sacrifice your life. But what will happen? That person will not give up, but will continue to be the enemy of Quanzhen Sect. Is this what you call repaying a favor?"

Yang Tiexin finally couldn't hold it anymore. His face turned pale and he spoke incoherently, "Otherwise...what else can I do? Can I hand your mother over?"

Yang Kang's tone slowed down and he stopped forcing her. "Dad, the hatred between our country and our family has lasted for so many years, and there must be sacrifices. Back then, Yang Zaixing's ancestor died on the battlefield. I, Yang Kang, went undercover in the Kingdom of Jin. Isn't it okay for me to recognize the enemy as my father? You and mom have finally reunited, can you bear to take her to die with you? As long as you are alive, it's better than anything else. Besides, even if mom goes back to the Kingdom of Jin, you can still see each other again in the future."

"No matter how bad I am, I will never be worse than those traitors in the court of Song in Lin'an. In the past, they destroyed the city walls, killed Prince Yue, and now they are serving the Jin people like dogs. Dad, we two alone will never be able to avenge our uncle. Now that we have such an opportunity, are you going to give up?"

(End of this chapter)