Free Web NovelChapter 37: 37. Santa is real? Flying sword edition.
"Father, where did you get this flying sword?"
Lin Zhaoyue asked the question as naturally as she could.
"I want one too."
She was slowly testing the waters.
Lin Xuan thought about it for a moment before giving an uncertain smile.
"To be honest, I don’t know. One day, I simply woke up and somehow this sword was already with me."
Lin Zhaoyue’s eyes widened in shock and her heart skipped a beat.
Father has no memory of Mother, he has no memory of her at all.
She suddenly found herself at a loss.
Should she be relieved? Should she be worried?
She had never expected her father to forget about her mother. In fact, because of him, she never get to ever forget about her.
For a brief moment, she wondered whether she should help him recover those missing memories.
After all, once they had finally reunited in her previous life after years of separation, her father had told her countless stories about her mother.
Almost every story ended with him smiling gently as he recalled another precious memory.
She had listened to every single one.
Even though she despised the woman more than anyone else in the world.
Even though every story made her heart feel heavier.
She still endured them until the very end.
The reason was simple.
The man standing before her was her father.
When everyone mocked her for awakening a mere Grade One Martial Spirit...
When everyone called her trash...
When even she had begun to doubt herself...
Her father had never once given up on her.
He was the only person who believed she could become someone extraordinary.
As Lin Zhaoyue continued debating whether she should help him recover his memories, another thought suddenly crossed her mind.
She remembered the way her father had treated Lin Zhenghai in her previous life.
No matter what mistakes the Supreme Elder committed...
No matter how much trouble he caused the Lin Family...
Her father always treated him with the respect due to a senior.
Whenever Lin Zhenghai created problems, her father would quietly step forward to clean up the mess and bear the consequences himself.
In many ways, her father had simply been too gentle.
He was kind and forgiving, he always tried to see the good in others.
But in a world where strength ruled above all else, those qualities often became weaknesses.
Yet in this life.... Her father was different.
She looked up at the man carrying her through the sky.
A proud smile slowly spread across her face.
Her father was very different, he allowed no-one to walk all over him nor did he blindly tolerate everyone around him.
He had finally grown a spine.
Hmph. This just proves I’ve raised him well.
The thought amused her so much that she couldn’t stop herself from giggling.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan and Lin Zhaoxi exchanged puzzled glances before looking back at the little girl who had suddenly started laughing for no apparent reason.
The trio soon arrived outside the Lin Estate.
Instead of flying any farther, they continued into the city on foot.
From time to time, Lin Zhaoyue would continue giggling to herself.
The cheerful laughter continued every few minutes, making Lin Xuan increasingly suspicious.
...Has the regression finally driven her crazy?
After thinking it over, he decided to quietly examine her condition.
He gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don’t resist."
Lin Zhaoyue looked at him curiously but obediently nodded.
A strand of pure spiritual qi flowed into her body.
During the past six months, Lin Xuan had reached the Eighth Layer of the Golden Core Realm.
Ironically, he had done almost nothing during that time.
Aside from swinging his spear every day, he had spent the rest of his time cultivating normally.
The martial spirit granted by the system was simply too overpowered.
It continuously refined spiritual qi on its own, allowing his cultivation to rise at an unbelievable speed without requiring any special effort from him.
His spiritual qi quickly swept through Lin Zhaoyue’s meridians.
Her aura was stable and her foundation was flawless.
Her body had been tempered to perfection and she had even reached the Second Layer of the Golden Core Realm.
Everything about her was completely healthy.
Lin Xuan frowned.
What exactly is the problem.
When he withdrew his spiritual qi and looked at her again, he found Lin Zhaoyue staring back with an obvious look of disappointment.
Lin Xuan blinked.
...What did I do this time?
"Well, Patriarch."
Lin Zhaoyue deliberately emphasized the last word.
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Lin Xuan frowned even harder.
He carefully looked her over from head to toe before realization suddenly dawned on him.
"Ah... Congratulations, Zhaoyue. You’re already—"
Lin Zhaoyue immediately waved him off.
"Forget it. You’re too slow."
She grabbed Lin Zhaoxi by the wrist.
"Come on, Xiao Xi. Let’s go and eat chicken to our hearts content, the Patriarch is paying."
Before Lin Xuan could respond, the two girls had already run ahead.
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Lin Zhaoyue ran ahead while dragging poor Lin Zhaoxi behind her.
As an ordinary girl who had yet to begin cultivating, Lin Zhaoxi had absolutely no chance of resisting.
She could only stumble after her friend while helplessly crying out,
"X-Xiao Yue! Slow down!"
Lin Xuan let out a quiet sigh.
His gaze drifted toward the flying sword hanging at his waist.
Then, a sudden realization struck him.
Wait...
Don’t tell me...
Did I promise her this flying sword?
Or did I promise to get her one after she reached the Golden Core Realm?
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable the idea became.
After all, why else would she suddenly ask about his flying sword?
That alone could not have been a coincidence.
It would also explain why she had laughed to herself earlier.
When he told her that he had simply woken up one day with the sword beside him, she had probably imagined the same thing happening to her.
Perhaps she thought that after reaching the Golden Core Realm, she would wake up one morning to find a flying sword quietly waiting beside her bed.
That’s definitely it.
Having finally discovered the source of the misunderstanding, he felt much more at ease.
Now that he knew the problem...
He only needed to solve it.
The solution was simple.
He would find the finest craftsman in the city and have a flying sword forged for his daughter.
