Yang Guo travels back in time to become Duan Yu, a different kind of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Chapter 83 The Ups and Downs of Grudges

Yang Guo frowned slightly, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

In his previous life, he was burdened by his background. His biological father, Yang Kang, had recognized a villain as his father, and Huang Rong always harbored some suspicion towards him because of Yang Kang's past. Now, his soul has transmigrated to a hundred years ago. He thought that "Duan Yu" had an innocent background, but little did he know that the background of this body was also full of such twists of fate, hiding such a great mystery.

Dao Baifeng is his biological mother; that's undeniable, and the blood relation between him and Duan Yanqing is absolutely true. But the man before him has hands stained with the blood of the martial world, has repeatedly plotted against him, and is determined to take his and Duan Zhengchun's lives.

Dao Baifeng's eyes were red as she looked at Yang Guo, her voice earnest and sorrowful: "Yu'er, I've kept this from you for twenty years."

I know he is utterly wicked, and anyone in the world could take his life, but you absolutely must not, you absolutely must not bear the stigma of patricide.

A bitter smile appeared on her face as she turned to look at the dazed Duan Zhengchun: "Brother Chun, now that things have come to this, I have no face to face you anymore. Even if you have a thousand or ten thousand women around you, my feelings for you are still true. It's just that I have made a terrible mistake, and I have no face to stay with you from now on."

Before she could finish speaking, and before anyone in the room could react, she grabbed the whisk in her hand, turned it upside down, and thrust the sharp, cone-like copper handle at the end of the whisk fiercely into her lower abdomen.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the whisk was knocked away by a sharp finger force, flying into the air. Yang Guo's figure blurred, and he was already in front of Dao Baifeng, stopping her from committing suicide.

Yang Guo wasn't Duan Yu. This incident touched him, but it didn't leave him in a daze. Besides, most of his attention was on Dao Baifeng. As soon as Dao Baifeng made a move, Yang Guo reacted.

Dao Baifeng trembled, staring at Yang Guo with a pained expression, her voice filled with despair: "Yu'er, why did you stop me? Do you want me to live a wretched life, to be ridiculed by the world for the rest of my days?"

Yang Guo looked down at her, his tone calm: "I can't care what others say. But you are my mother, and I can't just stand by and watch you take your own life."

During his childhood, his birth mother, Mu Nianci, passed away early, leaving him to suffer the pain of motherlessness. In Duan Yu's memory, Dao Baifeng always treated her son with love and care, which was exactly the kind of maternal love he had longed for in his youth.

If the real Duan Yu were here, he would never want to see his mother die like this.

Dao Baifeng's shoulders heaved, and after a long while, she slowly lowered her head to look at Duan Zhengchun, whose face was ashen.

"Brother Chun, I'm sorry. Since I can't die, I'll go back to my family home in Baiyi. Back then, when you married me, you had the intention of winning over the Baiyi tribe. After I go back, I will restrain my people. As long as I live, the Baiyi will submit to Dali and will never rebel."

Having said that, Dao Baifeng turned to leave the bamboo hut.

"Phoenix, what you're saying isn't true, is it?"

Duan Zhengchun was still reeling from the shock of the truth. He refused to believe that the more than twenty years of father-son affection had turned out to be nothing but an illusion.

Dao Baifeng stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around. His voice came calmly, "Prince Zhennan, please take good care of yourself."

"Phoenix, you're lying to me! You must be lying to me!"

Duan Zhengchun murmured repeatedly, his voice growing louder and louder, until suddenly he let out a mournful howl: "It is my fault!"

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, his body swayed, his legs went weak, and he collapsed backward to the ground unconscious.

Dao Baifeng, who had already reached the door, was shocked and rushed back to support him, calling out repeatedly, "Brother Chun! Brother Chun!"

Hearing the loud noise and screams from inside, Ruan Xingzhu, who was guarding outside, was terrified. Ignoring Dao Baifeng's earlier warning not to come near, she pushed open the bamboo door and rushed in.

Upon seeing Duan Zhengchun, covered in blood and unconscious, collapsed in Dao Baifeng's arms, Ruan Xingzhu was terrified. She rushed forward and reached out to check his breath and pulse, her face turning deathly pale.

The room was thrown into chaos.

Yang Guo quickly squatted down and placed two fingers on Duan Zhengchun's wrist pulse. The pulse was erratic and unstable, rapid and weak, caused by great grief and pain, and the sudden attack of anger on the heart. His life was not in danger, but he had temporarily fainted.

"She's just overwhelmed by anger and has fainted temporarily. Her life isn't in danger yet," Yang Guo said in a deep voice, glancing at the two flustered women. "Settle her on the bed first, she'll be fine after a rest."

Dao Baifeng held the unconscious Duan Zhengchun, and two lines of tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

Rapid footsteps sounded outside. Chu Wanli, Zhu Danchen, and other important officials of Dali rushed over upon hearing the noise. They could hear the commotion inside the house through the doors and windows, and everyone looked anxious.

Yang Guo turned around and instructed, "Bring in a few men, make proper arrangements for the Prince of Zhennan, and quickly find a physician to treat him."

He referred to himself as "Prince Zhennan" instead of "Father," which suggests that he had already acknowledged his original identity. However, at this moment, everyone was concerned about Duan Zhengchun's injuries, and no one noticed the unusual nature of his words.

Everyone quickly responded and went inside, carefully carrying away the unconscious Duan Zhengchun.

Only Yang Guo, Dao Baifeng, and Duan Yanqing, who was still processing the fact, remained in the room.

Exhausted, Dao Baifeng staggered back two steps, leaning against the cold bamboo wall, her pride completely shattered. She stared at the bloodstains on the ground, her voice hoarse and weak: "Yu'er, I know today is hard for you to accept. But I have never regretted giving birth to you. My only regret is that a moment of impulsiveness back then led to this lifelong mistake."

Yang Guo nodded slightly, his expression calm yet gentle: "Mother, the past cannot be retrieved, there is no need to be trapped in self-blame every day. You gave birth to me, raised me, and protected me for twenty years. You have done me a great favor by giving me birth and raising me. This alone is enough."

In his previous life, he was lonely and destitute, lacking love throughout his life, which is why he cherishes this hard-won maternal love all the more. No matter how absurd his background may be, Dao Baifeng's genuine love for Duan Yu over the past twenty years has never been false.

Duan Yanqing listened quietly to the conversation between the two, his withered eyes slowly turning, his expression extremely complex.

He used to be obsessed with returning to Dali to reclaim the throne and never dared to imagine having an heir. But now his own child was right in front of him, with unparalleled martial arts skills, a firm mind, and an upright character, far surpassing him a hundred or a thousand times over.

But this child, just half an hour ago, wanted to kill him. There is no greater absurdity in life than this.

After a long silence, Duan Yanqing slowly spoke, his ventriloquism no longer cold and ruthless, but instead filled with endless desolation: "My child, do you truly—not recognize me at all?"

Yang Guo looked up and stared directly at him, his gaze open and unbiased: "I recognize blood ties, not sins. You are my biological father, and I will not kill you today, as I uphold human ethics and natural law."

"But you have committed evil throughout your life, slaughtering the innocent, wreaking havoc in Dali, harming the common people, and even putting my father and me to death several times. Your hatred, your resentment, and your obsession with the throne have all vanished twenty years ago and should not be a reason for your evil deeds."

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