Chapter 520: Chapter 520

After Song You had made all the preparations, he finally took Song Jian away.

"Mother’s grave is here."

They left the territory of the Luoshui Clan, but they did not leave Kunlun Mountain.

Walking beside Song Jian, Song You’s face showed sorrow and sadness, "Mother said you met here, so she wished to rest here after her death, and I buried her here.

Later, I encountered danger on the mountain; thankfully, people from the Luoshui Clan saved me."

The two arrived at the grave, where the tombstone read "Grave of Qin Wan."

Song Jian still had his unkempt, disheveled appearance, wearing a tattered robe. He looked down at the tombstone, making it hard to discern his facial expression.

"Mom, I’ve found Dad."

Song You, with a crying voice, knelt down emotionally.

Song Jian spoke up, his voice carrying a chill.

The next second, Song You felt his breath catch as a large hand gripped his neck.

Song Jian coldly choked her, his eyes no longer holding the doting and loving look from before but instead were icy and slightly murderous.

"If I’m not mistaken, your biological father should be Song Boyi."

Song You’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him.

When had he found out?

Song Jian sneered mockingly.

"Little Wan is not from the Luoshui Clan, so how could our daughter be the Young Clan Leader? With your level of cultivation, you couldn’t hide anything from my Divine Sense."

His hand tightened slightly, and Song You’s pale face turned purplish.

"Where did you get your sword tassel? Where exactly are my wife and daughter? You’d better confess the truth; otherwise, you and those people from the Luoshui Clan needn’t continue living!"

As the last sentence fell, Song Jian released the pressure of the Divinity Transformation Stage.

Song You felt a shock in her heart, almost as if her soul was being crushed.

She only had the Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, and it had been a long time since anyone in her clan had a high cultivation. She did not know that after the Nascent Soul Stage, a cultivator’s Divine Sense could sense everything externally.

Song You had secretly coordinated with her clansmen and set up this grave to deceive Song Jian, and he had seen through it all along.

"Still not willing to talk? Do you know of a spell called Soul Search?"

Song You knew about the Soul Searching Technique, which allowed a person with high cultivation to probe the memories of someone with lower cultivation, but the person searched would become an idiot.

"A woman named Qin Wan once came to Kunlun Mountain, encountered danger when she was descending the mountain at night, and I helped her. When she left, she left behind a sword tassel."

Song Jian slightly loosened his grip, a thoughtful look crossing his eyes.

The next second, he tightly gripped again, still not trusting Song You.

"If you just found the sword tassel, how would you know about my relationship with Little Wan?"

Song You hurriedly explained, "Song Boyi betrayed my mother, and I’ve always wanted to find him. Seeing the ’Song’ character on the sword tassel, I felt it was related to the Song Family. Later, I went to the Xuanhai World, and someone told me it was a sword tassel from the Heavenly Mechanism Sect."

"Are my wife and daughter safe? If they are harmed because of you, I will have the entire Luoshui Clan buried with them!"

The dark and cold eyes grew increasingly murderous.

Song You, terrified, trembled as she spoke, "I, I didn’t do anything to them."

At that moment, Song Jian received a communication from Nan Xian.

"Today I saw another Young Master’s sword tassel; is your lover called Qin Wan?"

Song Jian paused, his hand holding the Communication Talisman trembling slightly.

"Yes, do you... know where she is?"

"She’s right beside me, and your daughter is somewhat related to me."

Song Jian heard this and immediately disregarded Song You, hurriedly asking about the whereabouts of Qin Wan and Qin Zhao.

He rushed away, leaving Song You collapsing to the ground.

She numbly stared into the sky, her eyes still filled with residual fear.

Song You had always thought she was pretending well, but she didn’t realize that she had been seen through long ago.

Not only did she achieve nothing, but she also ended up back where she started.

In Imperial City, after Nan Xian and Song Jian communicated, he said to Qin Wan, "He came to this world with me just to find his wife and daughter.

He’s now in Kunlun Mountain, do you want to go find him?"

"We want to find him!"

Qin Wan’s eyes reddened, her voice choked.

She thought she would never see him again until she died, but unexpectedly, a miracle occurred.

She excitedly grabbed Nan Xian’s clothes, "Mr. Nan, please, take me to see him."

"I’ll come with you."

She was curious about this lover of Qin Wan, her father in this life.

"I can take you there, we can arrive quicker."

Kunlun Mountain was far from Imperial City, if traveling by plane it would take several hours.

Chu Yan had a teleportation Magic Artifact, which could take them to the vicinity of Kunlun Mountain in a few minutes.

Before reaching Kunlun Mountain, Nan Xian contacted Song Jian again, asking him to wait at the hotel in the tourist town.

"Mom, when I see him, can I call him dad?"

Qin Zhao, his own daughter, felt nothing, but Chu Yan was somewhat nervous.

After marrying Qin Zhao, Qin Wan, as his mother-in-law, had always been satisfied with him. As for the father-in-law he had never met, he didn’t know what his attitude would be.

"It really benefits him, he hasn’t raised his daughter, and now he’s about to hold his grandchild immediately."

Qin Wan, holding Qin Zhao’s hand, was crying and laughing.

Although there were complaints, she couldn’t hide the excitement in her heart.

She and Song Jian had been separated for so many years, her heart hadn’t been free from resentment.

But she knew well it wasn’t Song Jian’s fault.

The things that separated them were something she could never overcome; she could only resign herself to them.

Qin Wan seemed to hear a familiar voice.

She turned her head to look, but didn’t see any familiar figure.

There was just a disheveled old man, who had just entered the hotel door and was surrounded by the staff.

"I’m sorry, you can’t go in."

"My wife! My wife is in there!"

Song Jian pointed towards Qin Wan, his eyes moist, forgetting to use a spell to push away the people blocking him.

It wasn’t until security came to drag him out that his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Qin Wan was still looking for where he was when she was suddenly embraced by a man dressed like a vagrant.

The man held her and broke into loud sobs.

But before the hug lasted long, Song Jian’s collar was abruptly yanked, as someone grabbed his shirt.

He turned his head and saw a strikingly handsome, cool-tempered young man, his eyes wrapped in frost.

"Mom, let me handle this beggar first."

Chu Yan, pulling on Song Jian’s collar, briskly threw his father-in-law out of the hotel.

When he came back, he even adjusted his suit.

He wanted to leave a good impression on his father-in-law to avoid future difficulties.

The hotel really should have managed better, allowing such a beggar to run amok, luckily Qin Zhao was not harmed.