Soul Trigger

Chapter 576 Emotional Dispute
"got engaged???"

Looking at Yan Xiyu, who was gripping his collar and whose eyes were flashing with rage, Ji Li's lips twitched:
"First of all... I never promised to be any kind of adopted son. Secondly, the engagement was just a formality..."

Lightning surged in Yan Xiyu's eyes:
"You can fool that little bunny girl! Do you think I've just met you for the first time?!"

"Don't get me wrong, if I had a need, I wouldn't need to go through the engagement process."

"You really are proud..."

Yan Xiyu's forehead veins bulged:
"You've only been here a few months, maybe half a year, and you're already engaged? With the Lord of Calamity? That madman? What about me???"

"Don't worry, it's just an engagement, not a wedding, and it's just a formality. The important thing is that this is what Teng-jun requested..."

"Was it an imperial marriage? And they kept it from me???"

"Isn't this a plan to help you resolve your family background issues first?"

Ji Li glanced at the Lonely Prince beside him and gestured to him with her eyes.

But the Lonely King didn't have eyes on his back, and his soul trigger senses didn't seem to detect Ji Li's little movements. Now, his head was a little dizzy.

You mean, the son I just adopted, the successor I just chose, is my biological offspring's boyfriend?
Is it really that much of a coincidence?
However, he noticed Ji Li's gaze, and after a moment's thought, he spoke decisively:

"I do not agree to this marriage."

The voice of the Lonely Tomb King calmed Yan Xiyu down somewhat, and he turned to look at the king's back.

"So you two should break up as soon as possible," said the Lonely King.

So, it was my side that disagreed?!
Yan Xiyu's face was contorted with rage:
"That's not OK!"

"This is between the two of us, what's it to you?!"

“My descendants and adopted sons are destined to reach the top, and they cannot unite with each other.”

"What nonsense! Isn't being your son-in-law the same?"

"Only solitude is the greatest strength. As my successors, you are destined to walk the same path as me, a path on which there is no companionship."

"Then why did you contact me first?"

"There cannot be only one heir."

Yan Xiyu and Ji Li were both taken aback, especially the former.

You can't prepare an heir, but there's usually only one heir.

Did you bring me back just to raise a treacherous insect?

Her face instantly turned cold, and she sneered:
"Don't talk nonsense. Do you even acknowledge me as your father?"

King Guling's shoulders twitched, as if he was about to say something, when he heard a loud banging on the door.

Yan Xiyu had already dragged Ji Li away and slammed the door shut.

He stood there, somewhat dazed, and his voice finally echoed through the empty room after a long while:
"...There can't be only one heir because one must inherit the law of solitude, and the other must inherit the throne of the Prince of Ling."

In his view, Ji Li's "arrogance" aura was absolutely the most suitable candidate to inherit his power, but it was not pure enough.

As for Yan Xiyu, the daughter of the Lonely Tomb King whom he has rediscovered, she has grown up wildly and is destined not to inherit his aloof laws. However, after some training, she can take over his title of Tomb King.

If Ji Li is to inherit his principle of solitude, it's fine for him to become acquainted with his daughter as a stranger who is his adopted son, but it won't work if he becomes her son-in-law.

Only through purity can one reach the pinnacle; this is the answer that the Lonely King sought through constant refinement.

He was somewhat depressed. Clearly, the estrangement between his daughter and him, coupled with her lack of communication skills, had led her to think of other things.

The Lonely King stood there for a long time, then took out his phone and typed to Ji Li:
Please tell her for me that I didn't mean it that way.

Which one do you mean?
Ji Li glanced at her phone, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, before looking at Yan Xiyu, whose head was turned to the side:
"Still angry?"

Give me another half minute.

"Then I'm going back."

"Stop right there!"

Yan Xiyu grabbed Ji Li's wrist, her anger flaring up immediately:

"I'm all better now! Okay?"

Ji Li shook his head inwardly and turned around:
"You said."

"The man you're engaged to is Huojinzhu, the madman who caused trouble at the funeral?"

After seeing Ji Li nod, Yan Xiyu fell silent, then said:
"Is it because she's very strong?"

"So, do you think Rabbit Girl is very strong?"

"You know that's not what I'm asking! And the person you're getting engaged to isn't Jin Misha!"

Yan Xiyu clenched her fists, the strands of hair falling beside her ears obscuring her scarlet eyes:
"When you faked your death, you saw it, didn't you? The Lord of Calamity disregarded the treaty and directly invaded Silla territory so that you could..."

Is this... a bit of an inferiority complex? Ji Li raised an eyebrow.

But then again, after so long apart and having spent so much time in Shulong, learning how to wear dragon armor, Yan Xiyu must feel both proud and eager.

Just like the moment she met Ji Li, she launched an attack, showing him that she had achieved great things and had crossed the threshold of immortality. The mystery that had troubled Han Xiaofu for many years was solved by her in just a few months.

However, reality often differs significantly from ideals.

The other reunion turned into Ji Li's engagement ceremony. Whether it was just a formality or not is another matter, but the words "Master of Calamity" alone felt like a mountain weighing on her head.

Compared to the leader of a national-level secret society, a terrifying figure in the Sea Realm, Yan Xiyu's arduous cultivation seemed insignificant:
"How exactly did you and she meet?"

"It's not exactly a secret."

Ji Li didn't try to evade the issue and told Yan Xiyu what had happened at the Black Sun Mansion.

Ji Li also had a deep impression of the madwoman's behavior after she escaped.

By taking over the power of the Black Sun Palace's massive Limbo Hell, he could freely travel from the mortal world to the underworld, kick an Echoing Immortal to death, and summon "Necromancers" with a wave of his hand to slaughter a host of Overlords.

Cool Girl was stunned after hearing this, and it took her a while to come to her senses. Ji Li laughed at this.
"Don't overthink it, in my eyes you are all the same."

But for the cool girl who's currently caught up in emo, these words don't seem to have the desired effect:
"...From the time we met in Silla, through glasses, the squad, the Special Administration Bureau, the King of Predators, the Lightless Incident, the Council of Eight...after experiencing all of this, in your eyes, she's just like him?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xiyu's cheek was grabbed and pinched:
"You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"She doesn't mean what you mean."

Ji Li spoke off the cuff, but the effect was quite good:

Yan Xiyu's face froze for a moment, and the gloom faded slightly.

Then, struggling to break free from Ji Li's grasp, he glanced to the side and spat:

"You're such a jerk..."

"So, what are you going to do about the Lonely Prince?"

Ji Li glanced at the iron gate beside him and raised his phone:
"He also said that he didn't mean it the way you think."

Yan Xiyu rubbed his forehead, looking quite troubled, leaned on Ji Li's shoulder for a moment, and then said:
"You go ahead, I'll handle it myself."

"Oh? How do we solve this?"

Yan Xiyu managed a weak smile:
“When I was in the Special Administration Bureau, I was not very willing to accept Han Xiaofu’s kindness.”

"But now, I might have to try and experience what it's like to rely on your father's connections..."

The scene shifts, and as Yan Xiyu's figure disappears behind the closed iron gate, Ji Li surveys the neighborhood where the Lonely Prince resides. He truly hadn't expected the elusive Lonely Prince to live in such a place, which was quite fitting given his solitary nature.

However, this guy once said that "blood relatives will pollute my spiritual light," so why would he take the initiative to contact Yan Xiyu and ask her to come back as his successor?
The King of the Lonely Tomb has reached the state of perfect enlightenment for a long time. Is it because he has encountered a bottleneck in his pursuit of power and wants to seek other ways out, or is it simply for the sake of blood relatives?
Ji Li walked away from the neighborhood, recalling what Shu had said yesterday, "You'll have a surprise tomorrow," and suddenly felt speechless.

This is indeed a pleasant surprise, but since this guy was able to see what happened to Yan Xiyu today, couldn't he have told me first?
As he pondered, Ji Li gripped the pocket watch in his pocket.

The pocket watch given by the film not only provides assistance from the power of time when the film is attached to it, but also allows Ji Li to directly contact the other party, especially when it is inconvenient to use physical communication.

It's like the situation where Phil is currently infiltrating the White Island embassy.

A few breaths later, Ji Li frowned:
No movement?
Is it a problem with the embassy, ​​or is it a problem with the environment at Gulingwang?
At this moment, a tall young man appeared in front of Ji Li, peeking out and looking around. His high nose bridge made it easy to tell that he was European.

At the same time that Ji Li saw the other person, the other person also saw him.

This person is none other than Roy, Yan Xiyu's partner in the Dragon Vein Covenant Bureau.

He froze for a moment, and information about Ji Li instantly flashed through his mind:

The heir of Yuanling?! What's he doing here?!
He had come out in Yan Xiyu's car, and suddenly felt guilty. He turned around and pretended not to know her, walking into the alley on the other side.

But when he turned around, he found that Ji Li's figure had mysteriously appeared in front of him, a rainbow blocking his way:

"Where are you going?"

It's impossible for Ji Li to ignore the appearance of such a suspicious person in the place where the Prince of Guling resides.

Cold sweat beaded on Roy's forehead. He gritted his teeth and, in a fit of despair, pulled out his identification.
"You misunderstand, Your Excellency Ling Sizi. I am Roy, a member of the Sixth Group of the Thirteenth External Affairs Team of the Dragon Vein Convention Bureau. It's an honor to meet you..."

Rainbow took the documents from the other person's hand, and the eerie spiritual energy made Roy's scalp tingle—

As expected, those who inherit the dragon's legacy are at least immortals...

Ji Li looked at the document, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Because the Sixth Group of the Thirteenth External Affairs Team of the Dragon Vein Convention Bureau is the very guard unit where Yan Xiyu was trained.

He raised his head, his eyes narrowing:
How can I help you?

Roy was also desperate; the other party was Ling Sizi, and trying to hide anything would easily lead to his being dealt with directly during this sensitive period, so he might as well tell the truth:
"Well, I was worried about our captain, so I secretly followed her out, but I lost her..."

Ji Li was immediately delighted:

This cool girl, who's so rebellious, has suitors now?

Meanwhile, inside the White Island embassy, ​​Philin, who had infiltrated the area, found himself in a predicament.

She was in the room next to El Salvador's at that moment, while El Salvador himself was not in his office.

They were about to succeed when, for some unknown reason, an extremely strong spiritual energy suddenly erupted from the reception room, which was separated by two walls, attracting a dense concentration of Imperial Guards.

Now she can only maintain her position in the ventilation system using the blood-like state brought about by her new spiritual abilities. Any slight movement could attract the attention of the Imperial Guards.

A wisp of eerie green spiritual energy seeped into the ventilation system, triggering a trigger in Felin's soul; she sensed the anger within it—

It seems the tea from White Island isn't very good, since it's the scourge of Black Sun Prefecture...

At this moment, Yuya Xun was all smiles, but his eerie green eyes were burning with a frenzied killing intent, and the real-time information reported by the ninja just now was echoing in his ears.

I am not as good as her.

What do you mean, I'm not as good as her?
You would say something like this about a small electric pet that has only recently become an immortal?
Even if it's a lie to fool the little one, Ji Li, how could you hurt me so deeply...?

She pressed the earpiece:

"Number Six, give him that little gift."

"Lord Ji Li?"

"No, give me that little toy instead."

He spoke as if no one else was around, and the entire reception room seemed to tremble. King Willard III, sitting opposite him, dared not even breathe loudly.

He doesn't know who has angered the Lord of the Rivers this time. If you continue like this, the Imperial Guards might just storm the embassy...

Suddenly, the spiritual energy around Yuya Xun abruptly receded, and Willard looked up to see a strange and unreadable emotion in the other's eyes.

She released the second teacup that had fallen from her grasp, removed her other hand from the headset, and looked around:
"Mr. Willard, are there any visitors from the Yuanling Prince's Mansion here?"

Yuanling Prince's Mansion?

Willard III's doubts:
"As far as I know, there are no visitors to White Island today."

Oh?
Kaoru's eyes lit up with interest:
If that's the case, then why...?

Will I smell Ji Li's scent?

On Philin's side, sensing that the spiritual pressure not far away had receded, he quietly waited for the Imperial Guards to leave after the embassy personnel intervened and mediated. After waiting for several more minutes, he began to move towards the still empty Salvador office.

The moment her spirit stirred, a female voice echoed in her ear:

"Ah... are you one of his little pets too?"

The blood plasma that the film had transformed into tore open an eye, looking at the green dog-like snout that had grown above the ventilation system. Deep within that mouth full of interlocking teeth, another eye was also open.

Felin recognized this spiritual quality:
"The master of disaster."

Sensing the extremely aggressive and restless aura emanating from the other party, just as the spiritual energy was about to erupt and pounce, Philin spoke:

"Ji Li sent me."

The dog's head, which had emerged, stopped abruptly, and the eyes deep inside its mouth narrowed.

……

At the residence of the Lonely King, Yan Xiyu watched the Lonely King's back as a subtle silence fell between them.

After a long silence, the Lonely King finally spoke:

Where is Ji Li?

"I let him leave first."

King Guling said "Oh," while a battle began to rage within him.

Should he first ask Yan Xiyu if Ji Li had conveyed his meaning effectively, or should he explain it to her directly?

Yan Xiyu's words before slamming the door and leaving left him somewhat depressed.

He was indeed not good at the role of "father," and for this reason, he had even taken the initiative to maintain the law of solitude since noon today to avoid making any mistakes when facing Yan Xiyu due to the problem of awakened spiritual light. But he did not expect to say the wrong thing.

Yan Xiyu didn't really know what to say to this father. Han Xiaofu was indeed her adoptive father, but due to his "strong" upbringing, their relationship was more like that of a master and apprentice than a father and daughter.

She had absolutely no idea how to get along with her biological father, not to mention that the Prince of Guling was an eccentric person.

...I overestimated myself. Maybe I shouldn't have pretended to be strong and let Ji Li leave.

Just as the two sides reached a stalemate, a loud clang came from the iron gate, breaking the silence:
"The items sent by the Prince of Yuanling's Mansion have arrived."

Both Yan Xiyu and Gu Lingwang had question marks popping into their minds:

Ji Li?

Yan Xiyu glanced at the retreating figure of the Lonely Prince and sighed:

"I'll go."

The moment the iron gate opened, a faint green spiritual substance appeared, transforming into a gaping maw that lunged straight at Yan Xiyu's head.

(End of this chapter)