Chapter 81: Madam Lin’s Shocking Truth

                       

Meng Ruji had never imagined that the daughter Madam Lin once spoke of—a girl so gifted—would one day ascend and become a deity.

She studied Mo Yi before her, puzzled:

“Since you had already stolen the thousand gold, why didn’t you give it directly to Mu Sui?”

“Miss Meng.” Mo Yi’s gaze was calm, indifferent, like Ye Chuan feeding sheep each day. “The mortal realm’s outcome has already been decided. I seek Qianshan Jun for a shortcut. And we wait here… because we want to wait for an ending.”

“An ending?”

Mo Yi’s eyes swept lightly across Meng Ruji’s face, then settled on Madam Lin:

“Madam Lin, you want to find a rebellious person?” She paused, searching for words. “You do all this just to obtain an act of rebellion.”

Madam Lin’s bloodshot eyes held no tears. Relief and sorrow mingled in her voice:
“You’re still clever, always able to see what I want.”

Meng Ruji understood instantly. Madam Lin never sought obedience—her harsh demands were designed to provoke defiance. Yet under poison and gold, how many could truly rebel?

“But… why?” Meng Ruji asked, bewildered.

“Because she once raised an obedient daughter,” Mo Yi replied. “She has regrets, I suppose.”

“No!” Madam Lin’s sudden rebuttal was raw, emotional. “No…”

Her hoarse voice trembled:
“My child brought me no regrets. You are good… You are already very good.”

Mo Yi’s mirror‑like pupils rippled faintly at those words.

“It’s been a long time. Madam Lin is different now.” Her tone carried confusion. “Is it because… I killed you, that you became like this?”

Silence fell. Meng Ruji’s heart jolted—Mo Yi killed Madam Lin?

She tugged Mu Sui’s sleeve, whispering:
“The connection between this mother and daughter… is not simple!”

Mu Sui’s grave eyes lingered on the thousand gold. At her words, he sighed:
“There aren’t many obsessions strong enough to bind someone here. Only deities wield such power. It must be her.”

Meng Ruji’s heart tightened. Their bond was deeper than she had imagined.

Meanwhile, mother and daughter faced each other, years of silence between them. Mo Yi’s voice softened, almost childlike in its insistence:
“You are very good… You never said such things before. What exactly changed you?”

Madam Lin sat hunched, aged, dejected:
“I have always thought so. I just never told you before.”

Mo Yi tilted her head, confused, like a small animal confronting something incomprehensible.

“Has too much time passed, making Madam Lin forget? I can help you recall…” She waved her hand, and mist gathered, weaving memories into form.

Scenes unfolded—of a little girl practicing sword until her lips cracked, of Madam Lin’s stern voice demanding she abandon hunger, fear, and emotion. Of battles drenched in blood, where Madam Lin forced her forward until divine light crowned her ascension.

Meng Ruji whispered, trembling:
“This isn’t ascension at all… it’s survival.”

The mist shifted again—revealing Mo Yi’s fate, her rebellion against destiny, her bond with a nightmare demon, and the betrayal of cultivators who ground his bones into pills.

Mo Yi’s voice grew colder, sharper:
“Worldly affairs, worldly people—this is how they are. Restraint exists because change is impossible. But if… I can change things.”

She summoned her childhood sword, caressing it with practiced ease.

“Human becomes god, all things perish.”

The blade pierced Madam Lin’s chest in silence. Blood spilled as Mo Yi’s voice rang like judgment:
“As you said, I have no parents, no family ties. I exist alone. My destiny is right. I should kill everyone—and among the first, is you.”

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