478: Chapter 478 See you tomorrow

Han Jingyang felt a surge of fury erupt in his heart.

What kind of atrocious parents are these?

When he met them three years ago, they seemed quite amiable?

How did they turn into this?

Simply shameless!

Did they not consider their daughter Liu Tingting's feelings when they did this?

How is this any different from selling out their daughter?

No!

It's worse than selling her out!

This is a backstab!

Looking at Liu Tingting again, she was indeed deathly pale, as if struck by lightning, her mind dazed.

Any normal person, being backstabbed like this by their parents, would feel utter despair, right?

Especially since Liu Tingting was an only child, always doted on, almost spoiled to the heavens by her parents and grandparents. Yet, when something actually happened, she was mercilessly backstabbed by her own parents. That stark contrast, falling from heaven to hell, would be enough to break any normal person.

Thinking of this, he even felt a bit of sympathy for Liu Tingting.

Compared to Liu Tingting's parents, his own folks were basically here to repay a debt of gratitude.

However, he didn't have the heart to comfort this poor young woman right now.

Stopping the trade and getting the token back was the priority.

So, he put an arm around Liu Tingting's rounded shoulders and said earnestly, "Tingting, don't be too sad. As long as the trade isn't completed, there's still a chance to fix things. You cannot just watch your parents slide into the abyss."

He paused, then added, "Don't think I'm just fear-mongering. In reality, what they are doing is far more dangerous than you imagine. Even if I don't pursue this, they could still be harmed, for instance, by being silenced. That token is no ordinary antique. So, you must find a way to stop them from completing the trade. Even if you can't stop it, you must buy time."

As he spoke, he led Liu Tingting downstairs, "I'll borrow a strand of your hair. I hope their trading location isn't too remote..."

Before Liu Tingting could speak, he raised his hand and plucked a strand of hair from her.

With a flick of his wrist, he took out a compass.

This compass was Grade 5, with no skills.

But its attribute was Tracking +9.

This compass had the highest value among all his similar attribute items. As long as the whereabouts of Liu Tingting's parents weren't shielded by a dharma instrument of Huang Jianshe's level, this compass would guide him to them.

Sure enough.

After activating the attribute, the compass needle immediately spun and finally pointed northwest.

Hopefully, it's not too late.

Han Jingyang nodded at Liu Jing, "Drive, let's go."

He then said to the still dazed Liu Tingting, "Keep calling your parents. Use every method you can think of to stop them from completing the trade."

Liu Tingting nodded instinctively, continuing to call and send text messages, using all sorts of pleas, threats, and even threatening suicide to make her point.

Meanwhile, in Gulongwanggou Village on the mountainside of Zhongnan Mountain.

Inside a clean and tidy small fenced courtyard, Liu Tingting's parents, Liu Jiangang and Zhang Mei, were sitting cross-legged on meditation cushions, looking quite proper. From time to time, they looked up at the old Daoist sitting opposite them, their expressions exceptionally conflicted, especially when they saw the messages Liu Tingting sent, their expressions changing even more complexly.

The old Daoist maintained a completely calm demeanor throughout, his face refined and his spirit vigorous. He wore a simple blue Daoist robe and held a horsetail whisk with a white jade handle, looking every bit the immortal Daoist. Anyone who saw him would feel compelled to call him "Old Immortal."

The old Daoist took in Liu Jiangang and Zhang Mei's actions and expressions, yet he wasn't flustered in the slightest. "Two lay practitioners, let's not talk about friendship today. We have known each other for many years and have traded hundreds of times. Have I, this poor Daoist, ever let you two suffer a loss?"

Liu Jiangang shook his head. "Who in all of Xian doesn't know that Daoist Zhang Fazhong has profound cultivation and high moral standing? Ever since we met you, our couple has received many favors, but this time..."

The old Daoist, Zhang Fazhong, nodded slightly. "I wasn't aware of the situation beforehand, right?"

Liu Jiangang hurriedly nodded. "Not just you, Daoist. Our couple didn't know beforehand that this token actually belonged to someone else. If we had known earlier, we wouldn't have done something that would embarrass our daughter."

Zhang Fazhong nodded again. "However, things have reached this point, and the rift has already been created. No matter what you do now, it cannot be undone. So, it is better to complete the trade directly, so everyone gets what they want. After it's done, you can properly compensate your daughter. After all, you are blood relatives; it's impossible for her to truly break ties with you over an outsider she hasn't seen for many years."

"But she..."

"Young people are temperamental and care about face; it's normal that she can't accept it for a moment. But people are rational. Once she calms down, she will naturally understand your painstaking efforts. Besides..."

"Besides what?"

"Besides, the physiognomy of your family of three is excellent. Although there are small fluctuations in the parent-child relationship, it is perfect overall. So rest assured, I guarantee that within at most half a year, your family of three will be reconciled as before."

"Really?"

"Have I, this poor Daoist, ever made a mistake in the many times I've read your fortunes, told your fortunes, or given you feng shui guidance?"

"No, no. Daoist, your cultivation is truly profound, especially the wealth-attracting array you set up, which really took my business to the next level. It's nothing short of miraculous."

Zhang Fazhong pressed, "If so, why are you still hesitating?"

Liu Jiangang didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Zhang Fazhong continued, "Don't forget your goal. What you seek is peace and health. Life is only a short hundred years. Even a practitioner like me cannot break the shackles of being human. But living is completely different from living. Some people live to a hundred but spend thirty or forty years on a sickbed, muddled like rotting wood. Others are nearly a hundred but can still walk briskly, have sharp ears and eyes, speak clearly, have healthy digestion, and are vigorous. You two, which kind does your family of three want to live?"

Liu Jiangang's expression became even more conflicted.

Zhang Fazhong added, "When children are young, they often don't understand their parents' actions. This is normal. You were no exception when you were young. But looking back now, do you understand what your parents did back then? Your daughter is the same as you were back then. But after some time, when she realizes that everything you did was for your little family, she will definitely understand you."

Hearing this, Liu Jiangang took a deep breath, his expression turned firm, he nodded heavily, and reached into his bosom.

But Zhang Mei on the side pressed her husband's hand. "Jiangang, I think we should wait a bit longer. This token isn't ours after all. Even if it can trade for a lifetime of peace and health, we would still have to endure inner torment."

Liu Jiangang was stunned for a moment. "We can compensate that young man named Han Jingyang. We'll give him money—five million, ten million, fifty million. We can even support his whole family for a lifetime."

"Then why not buy it first? Why wait to make up for it afterwards? Although our Liu family isn't some illustrious noble clan, we cannot do this kind of forced buying and selling that brings shame to our ancestors."

"This..."

Zhang Mei looked at Zhang Fazhong. "Daoist, there's no rush anyway. We'll go back and discuss it with our daughter and that young man surnamed Han, buy this token, and then come back. At most, it will take one day."

Zhang Fazhong stared fixedly at Zhang Mei.

Zhang Mei felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at. She tugged her husband's arm, stood up, bowed, and saluted. "Daoist, our couple will come back tomorrow."

Zhang Fazhong still didn't speak.

Zhang Mei pulled her husband and turned to leave.

The next second, she felt a slight pain in her chest. She looked down and saw strands of white, silk-like hair emerging from her heart.

This is... Daoist Zhang's horsetail whisk?

As her consciousness gradually blurred, she faintly heard her husband's miserable roar, and then she fell completely into darkness.