Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 13: Father and Daughter Turn Against Each Other
Upon receiving the news that Lin Le had also failed, Song Shanhai thought he would remain calm, after all, he had already undergone this test hundreds or even thousands of times since Song Shiyin's coming-of-age ceremony.

But when he actually heard about the failure, Song Shanhai's hands trembled involuntarily, and the atmosphere in the reception room suddenly became oppressive.

Lin Le and Hou Guang, the two weaker ones, felt like a heavy stone was pressing on their chests, making it hard to breathe.

"Old Ma, how many times has this happened?" Song Shanhai asked expressionlessly.

"Including this time, it should be the hundredth time," Old Ma said in a low voice.

“A hundred times! A full hundred times!” Song Shanhai lowered his head. “Over the years, what kind of young talents haven’t I shown her? Tall or short, thin or fat, black or white, masculine or effeminate, handsome or ugly, I’ve shown her every single one!”

“But every time she tells me that she doesn’t like me and just lets me go! Tell me, what kind of girl do you think she likes?” Song Shanhai raised his hand, but pointed at Lin Le.

How would I know? Maybe your daughter likes girls? Lin Le thought to himself.

Despite his inner grumbling, Lin Le dared not say it to his father's face, otherwise his father, who was furious, might slap him to death.

He had seen him like this countless times on his parents since he was twenty-eight and still unmarried.

“I think she might like tall people, at least seven feet tall, because Miss Song looks quite tall too, like she’s six feet tall,” Lin Le casually offered an answer.

"Seven feet?" Song Shanhai sneered. "Don't even mention seven feet, I've shown her eight feet, and she still says she doesn't like them."

Sitting back in his chair, Song Shanhai let out a long sigh: "I'm a little tired."

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Lin Le's heart, and he quietly hid behind Hou Guang.

"I feel like I've spoiled my daughter too much as a father," Song Shanhai muttered to himself. "I let her decide everything herself."

"That's settled then." Song Shanhai gently patted the armrest. "Lin Le, right? You're the perfect son-in-law for the Song family."

Lin Le froze. He hadn't expected Song Shan Hai to name him directly. He cupped his hands and said, "Master Song, please reconsider. You are a cultivator with a long lifespan. Why do you have to hold onto Miss Song so tightly?"

"Well said, cultivators have long lifespans, but do you know why I only have one daughter, Song Shiyin?" Song Shanhai asked, then answered himself.

"That's because my kidneys were damaged by my rival, and I can no longer conceive."

Lin Le's face stiffened; he hadn't expected to hit Song Shan Hai's sore spot.

Hou Guang's expression also stiffened. He had such a guess, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear it from the person involved. Such matters concerning hidden illnesses were something that almost no one wanted outsiders to know, except for their own family.

"Young Hou, take five hundred taels and go." Song Shanhai waved his hand, "But you'd better know what you should say and what you shouldn't say."

"As for your junior brother, he can stay with me for now."

"Yes." Hou Guang clasped his hands in a fist and bowed respectfully before stepping back, thinking that as soon as he left this prefecture, he would immediately turn around and run away, leaving Baishan County forever.

Lin Le stood still, with no intention of resisting. There was a world of difference between cultivators and martial artists. Even cultivators who followed the Yellow Court Path had physical strength that surpassed that of martial artists whose blood energy was like a dragon.

"Old Ma, please take Young Master Lin to the side room and look after him properly," Song Shanhai said.

"Yes." Old Ma came to Lin Le's side. "Young Master Lin, let's go."

Lin Le ignored him and said to Song Shanhai, "Master Song, forced relationships are never sweet."

"But it quenches thirst," Song Shanhai said listlessly. "By the way, tell the kitchen to prepare some medicine, lest the young lady run away. I'm afraid my daughter won't just sit and wait for arrangements."

“That’s unnecessary,” a woman’s voice came. “Release Young Master Lin, Father.”

Song Shan Hai looked up and saw a tall woman wearing a mask walk in. Although she was wearing a mask, he could still recognize her at a glance as his daughter, Song Shi Yin. Song Shan Hai's expression turned serious: "Do you want to defy your father's decision, my daughter?"

“I will not marry a man I don’t like, and who doesn’t like me either,” Song Shiyin said.

"Just because of your face?" Song Shanhai stood up and said coldly, "If you weren't my daughter, do you know what would happen to a baby girl like you, born with such bad luck? Drowned!"

“So I am very grateful to you, Father!” Song Shiyin said, “but as for the marriage, I really cannot agree to it. You don’t want your daughter to be as depressed as your mother every day.”

Lin Le couldn't help but close his eyes. Of all things to bring up, this woman had to bring this up.

Just from that one sentence, Lin Le knew what a ridiculous situation it was: the woman he liked couldn't have him, and he was forced to marry the man who liked her.

Bringing up this matter is no different from reopening old wounds for men.

Just as Lin Le had predicted, Song Shan Hai immediately flew into a rage: "Shut up! Don't mention that bitch! What's wrong with me, Song Shan Hai? Yet that bitch still clings to her old flame who has nothing to offer!"

"For her sake, I haven't even considered remarrying, while her ex-lover spends every night in brothels, does he even have eyes for her!"

"In terms of devotion, he's not as good as me. In terms of looks, how can someone with a pockmarked face even mention me? In terms of money, I'm incredibly wealthy, while he still needs your mother's support!"

Hearing this, Lin Le couldn't help but open his mouth wide, looking at Song Shan Hai with admiration in his eyes. He could endure this. He didn't know if Song Shan Hai could be called a divine tortoise or a really good man.

If he knew his woman didn't like him, he would dump her immediately.

In this situation, Song Shiyin still stepped forward and said, "Father, look at yourself. You married a woman who doesn't love you. You're not happy yourself. Why do you want to inflict this misfortune on your daughter?"

But Song Shanhai, enraged, didn't care about any of that. He said coldly, "That's why I don't care whether you're happy or not. All I want now is to pass on this great Song family!"

Song Shiyin said, "What if I don't want to?"

"I'll force you to agree, just like you did with your mother back then!" Song Shanhai waved his hand. "Old Ma!"

"Miss, please forgive me." Old Ma clasped his hands slightly to Song Shiyin, then stretched out a palm, a gas-shaped eagle claw reaching for Song Shiyin.

Zheng!
A sword rang out, and Old Ma stepped back, a look of surprise in his eyes. There was a wound on his palm that was healing.

He whispered, "Four-story tower?"

He was at the second level of the cultivation realm. Only a cultivator at the fourth level of the cultivation realm could break his hold with a single sword strike.

“No, it’s the Seventh Level!” Song Shiyin said to Song Shanhai, “Father, you should know that with your Nine-Level cultivation, you can’t stop me.”

Song Shanhai's expression was complicated. He was naturally overjoyed that his daughter had reached the seventh level of cultivation at the age of twenty-four, but he was completely unaware of this level of cultivation.

Moreover, this cultivation level is now being used to defy his parent.

His expression shifted, eventually settling into indifference. He said, "How will I know if I don't try?"

Song Shanhai spread his hands, and the five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, and earth) converged, like a giant hand pressing down on Song Shiyin.

Song Shiyin slashed out with her sword, breaking the spell. Then, with a light step, she appeared in front of Lin Le in the blink of an eye.

Before Lin Le could react, he felt his body being lifted into the air, and the scenery in his eyes changed rapidly.

(End of this chapter)