Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 110 Background

Qiu Mian sat on the sofa with his briefcase on his lap, not daring to move for a long time.

"Director Qiu, have some tea."

Wei Yun pushed the teacup towards him.

With just this one movement, Qiu Mian's back tensed up again. He stared at the inconspicuous silver emblem on Wei Yun's cuff for two seconds, his throat going dry.

Linglong Guard.

The Daoist Lord personally guarded him.

Such a person wouldn't casually appear as a guest in any house, much less serve tea and water. The fact that she stayed closely guarding this room only proves one thing—

The owner of this house is a direct descendant whom Daojun wants to protect.

He had done his homework before he came.

Lin Jiu, a military dependent, lives in the military zone at the Immortal level.

This background is powerful enough, but it's not impossible to reach him on the Imperial Star. He himself is a member of the Fu Hua lineage, and he has powerful backers. He originally thought that he would be very polite to invite him over and negotiate the agreement, which would have been considered giving him enough face.

But that sudden movement at the gate of the compound woke him up.

He handed over the authorization token of the director of the testing center, the highest level, which allowed him to move freely even in the Imperial Star Council area.

When they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, they couldn't get in.

That's when he realized he had underestimated the importance of this family.

He was still shocked. He had originally overestimated the background to be that of a Xuanzun or even a Great Sage, but he never expected that it was actually a direct descendant of a Dao Lord.

If the other party hadn't sent a message saying they were willing to go, he would have turned around and left immediately upon seeing that little tower-like sign.

Qiu Mian put down his teacup, tightened his grip, and looked back at Ling Jiu, who was holding the child.

"Ms. Lin Jiu," he began cautiously, "Excuse my intrusion, but may I address you as—Ms. Ling?"

Jiang Yun, nestled in Ling Jiu's arms, blinked.

This is a test, or rather, a preparation to reveal the truth.

Ling Jiu remained calm. She glanced down at her son, then looked up again, her expression serene.

"Director Qiu has a good eye."

"I wouldn't dare."

Qiu Mian gave a wry smile. "It was the insignia on Steward Wei's sleeve that reminded me, or perhaps it was something you specifically asked me to see. It's the exclusive insignia of the Linglong Guard. Apart from the Ling family and Daojun, no one can command it."

He paused, lowering his voice even further.

"To be honest, I knew your background was far more important than mine when I couldn't even get through this door. But I never imagined it would be this important."

Jiang Yun nestled in her mother's arms and heard everything clearly.

That old fellow knows how to talk. He's humbled himself without completely giving in; he's got the balance just right.

Ling Jiu gently patted Jiang Chong's back, without denying it.

"That's right, my real name is Ling Jiu," she said frankly, without hiding anything.

After all, Jiang Yun's journey is fraught with danger. It would be better to openly reveal his background so that the authorities would take it seriously. This would not only reduce the risk to the baby but also show that his family is not after anything else but simply driven by patriotism.

After receiving confirmation, Qiu Mian tightened his grip on the teacup slightly.

"The direct descendants of the Ling family." Qiu Mian's voice was very low, as if confirming something he had already guessed but dared not believe, "The Ling family—which elder—"

"A direct descendant of Daojun," Lingjiu finished speaking for him.

The direct line of Daojun, the bloodline of those seven born from the machine.

Thud! Qiu Mian's briefcase almost slipped off his lap. He quickly reached out and held it down, freezing himself in place.

Daojun. The strongest among humans. The founder of the Five Paths and Five Followers.

His mind went blank, and his previous confidence that "I'm not without connections" shattered completely.

When he looked at Jiang Yunfa's Level 3 protection agreement, he felt somewhat like a boss, thinking that he was mentoring a genius.

In retrospect, it seems that this was not him mentoring or supporting her at all.

"Then—" Qiu Mian's voice was a little hoarse, "that Level 3 protection agreement, the Ling family themselves don't lack that kind of thing at all, it was I who was presumptuous—"

Ling Jiu shook her head.

"Director Qiu has misunderstood," she said. "The Ling family is not a privileged family."

Qiu Mian was taken aback.

Ling Jiu looked at him. "The Grand Council does not exploit citizens or tax ordinary people, and the Ling family is no exception. We cannot use our status to take advantage of the Empire. Therefore, we really need that agreement. We will follow the procedures as required and fulfill our obligations as required."

Qiu Mian was stunned for a long time. Although he knew about Daojun's killing of his own son because of his background, he still believed that it was done to stabilize the hearts of the people in the empire.

He has conducted assessments for over three hundred years and has seen countless top-tier families.

Which of them doesn't protect their children tightly, piling resources in while pushing risks outward?

This was the first time he had ever seen someone with such a status say, "We desperately need this protection."

Jiang Yun nodded inwardly.

The mother's words were well said. She revealed her identity, corrected her attitude, and also successfully restored the Ling family's reputation.

This is the rule set by Daojun at work; the less the Ling family gains an advantage, the cleaner the clan appears.

"Ms. Ling." Qiu Mian stood up and solemnly cupped his hands in thanks to Ling Jiu. "On behalf of the Empire, I thank you."

Ling Jiu declined the greeting and stepped aside to avoid it.

"Director Qiu, you're too kind."

Qiu Mian straightened up, his expression becoming exceptionally formal. He was even more respectful than when he was seen at the testing center.

"Since we've come this far, I'll be frank with Ms. Ling." He took a deep breath. "I'm not an ordinary director of a testing center. I'm an extraordinary individual from the lineage of the Fu Hua Dao Master."

Dao Master.

Ling Jiu's fingertips twitched.

The Dao Lord, possessing divinity, resides high above the celestial realm. He is the absolute elite of the empire, a god-like figure.

Her grandmother, Ling Caixin, was able to rise from a reformer who overthrew a conglomerate to the position of Daojun Perfection and halfway to Emperor, not only because of her own fists.

It was these Dao Lords, who possessed divinity, who nodded and offered their support, that upheld the system of the Five Paths and Five Followers.

Therefore, even the weakest Dao Lord was far more important to Grandma than these descendants who shared her surname.

To be precise,

Qiu Mian continued, "I am the eighteenth generation descendant of the attendant deity beside the Fu Hua Dao Master. I am over five hundred years old this year, and I have reached the peak of the Xuanjing Realm. Within the Fu Hua lineage, I am considered to have some influence."

At five hundred years old, the Mysterious Realm was perfected.

If these words were spoken to the students at Jiangcheng University, they would scare them to death. But to Ling Jiu, she simply nodded.

"I will report this matter to Daoist Fuhua in detail." Qiu Mian looked at her and said, word by word, "At the Imperial Council, if necessary, the Fuhua lineage will stand on the Ling family's side."

These words carry considerable weight.

Ling Caixin not only values ​​the opinions of the various Dao Lords, but also cares about forming cliques and the hegemony of the gods, so this so-called favor can be risky.

"Director Qiu," Ling Jiu waved her hand, "Let's stick to the facts."

She looked down at Jiang Chong in her arms, her expression softening. "The empire was built by everyone working together. No taxes, no exploitation, it's all thanks to the unity of the people. You could say it's the home of every citizen, and A-Yun and I are, in the end, just one of those people."

She looked up.

"The ghost mother's consumption of spirits kills infants. These are all filthy things left over from the old era, destroying our homes. We are doing this not to gain the support of the Fu Hua lineage, but because this is something that someone should do in the first place."

"Dai Ziqing and Tang Xun are just ordinary people, yet they still know to do their part. As the grandson of the Grand Councilor, I have no reason to hide behind."