The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity Chapter 513 - 512: Dealing with the Fake

After Song You and Guan Lin finished their discussion, they left the vicinity of Spiritual Artifact Mountain.

Nan Xian waved his hand to dispel the spell, revealing his and Qing Dai’s figures as they contemplated, watching their departing silhouettes.

"Is this woman planning so kind of conspiracy? What is her relation with the Luoshui Clan, and why would she have soone impersonate a mber of their clan? It’s quite odd."

Qing Dai stroked her chin, muttering to herself.

"No matter what she is scheming, I just want to know how she got here."

Nan Xian mused, "When we arrived, there was no one else nearby, so it’s impossible for Song You to have co through the portal. She must have used so other thod.

Furthermore, she ntioned earlier that she wants to bring those people from the Luoshui Clan here, which ans she knows a way back."

"Right! Let’s capture her and force her to tell us!"

Excitent lit up Qing Dai’s eyes as she rubbed her hands together.

She had long found Song You displeasing and looked forward to teaching her a lesson.

"We can’t do that."

Nan Xian frowned, rejecting Qing Dai’s idea.

"We fell through the portal unexpectedly, preventing Senior Song from reaching that world to find his wife and daughter. Despite his heartache, he did not bla us. Instead, he took us in at the Heavenly chanism Sect.

Now that his daughter has co looking for him, he must be overjoyed. We can’t treat his daughter like this."

"You make a good point. It would seem ungrateful if we were to capture Song You."

Qing Dai drooped her head, her pretty little face furrowing.

"So, what do we do?"

"I’ll go talk to Senior Song. It’s best if he confronts Song You himself."

"But Song You just treated horribly and stole my Divine Pen."

Qing Dai said discontentedly, "I can’t swallow this insult!"

Even if there was affection between them and Song Jian, she needed to vent her frustration!

Nan Xian patted her little head, "The Divine Pen has spiritual intelligence, and you can still control it, right? If that’s the case, you can give her a small lesson."

"I know that, but you just ntioned considering Uncle Song’s feelings..."

"That doesn’t an we should tolerate being wronged without cause."

Hearing this, Qing Dai felt much better.

"Alright! I’ll go see what she’s up to first!"

Qing Dai bounded away joyfully, eager to embarrass Song You.

Nan Xian stood there, watching her retreating figure.

After a long while, he felt a strange sense of amusent, as if watching a squirrel that had found a pinecone, hopping and skipping adorably.

Coming back to his senses, Nan Xian was startled.

Why would he think that?

Qing Dai, who lived next door to Song You, returned to find soone already in the next room.

She climbed up the wall and took a peek at where Song You was staying.

Song You, having barely escaped danger on Spiritual Artifact Mountain and drained her energy during the escape, was now utterly exhausted and lying on the bed with her eyes closed.

Through the window, Qing Dai saw her resting and a glint of mischief flickered in her dark lively eyes.

"Hmph, always scheming."

She rummaged through her Storage Space and took out an erald green lantern.

After invoking her spiritual power, a firefly-like demon beast flew out of the lantern into Song You’s room.

Besides emitting light, the insect could release a colorless, odorless hypnotic gas. However, this hypnotic gas was incapable of affecting immortals from the Immortal Realm and could barely manage cultivators who hadn’t undergone Ascension.

The lantern was a trinket given to her by one of her father’s subordinates to win her favor.

Though the insect’s hypnotic abilities were lacking, its glow was as beautiful as a gem, decorating the room beautifully at night.

Fireflies flew into the room, and Song You, who had been in a light sleep, fell into a deep slumber.

Qing Dai sneaked in and used her Divine Pen to draw a large turtle on Song You’s face.

Song You was naturally delicate and pretty.

With a large turtle on her face, she looked quite comical.

"Tsks, it suits you quite well."

Qing Dai said, giggling.

She put the Divine Pen back in its original place without taking it with her, then left.

She climbed back over the wall to her own room, snapped her fingers, and dispelled the hypnotic effect of the fireflies.

About half a ti later,

Song You slowly woke up and found that her Communication Talisman was ringing.

"My dear daughter, are you free? Co over here, I’ll introduce you to so fellow sect brothers and sisters, so you’ll have company in the Heavenly chanism Sect!"

The Communication Talisman from Song Jian was filled with doting tones.

"Sorry, I just woke up. I’ll be right over."

"Were you just sleeping? No worries, you can sleep so more if you need to; daddy and everyone else can wait."

Song You was slightly taken aback.

All her life, her parents had never been around, and she had grown up relying on the generosity of her clan.

If it weren’t for her outstanding talent, she couldn’t have beco the Young Clan Leader.

Such upbringing had turned Song You into a person of deep sches and calculations.

She swapped her identity-proving sword tassel, ca to the Heavenly chanism Sect, originally intending to treat everyone here as a tool, but the fatherly love from Song Jian unexpectedly moved her.

With envy in her heart, there was also so relief.

Because now, she was indeed Song Jian’s biological daughter.

And in this world, no one could threaten her identity.

"I’m already well-rested, I’ll be right over."

Song You also wanted to make a good impression on the other mbers of the Heavenly chanism Sect, to facilitate her future role as Young Master.

She got out of bed and hurried toward Song Jian’s residence.

Along the way, many passing people stopped in their tracks at the sight of her, so even had aningful smiles on their faces.

Song You was in such a hurry that at first, she didn’t notice the looks from others.

Not until she reached the palace gates did a few Inner Sect disciples co out, saw her, and unabashedly laughed, pointing at her face, saying to a companion, "Why does she have a turtle on her face?"

Song You’s face imdiately changed color, and she touched her own face.

Before she even had the chance to pull out a mirror to check, Song Jian ca out.

"My dear daughter, you’re finally here! Everyone’s been waiting for you!"

Song Jian reached her in an instant, grabbing her and pulling her toward the inside of the palace.

Song You, with no ti to look in the mirror, asked him, "Daddy, is there sothing on my face?"

"Ah?"

Song Jian stopped walking, turned his eyes to her.

He looked at her seriously for a long ti, then said solemnly, "Indeed, it’s my daughter, naturally beautiful. Compared to yesterday, today you look even more uniquely pretty."

Song You hadn’t gotten the chance to breathe a sigh of relief when several young n and won ca out from the palace.

These were all extrely outstanding disciples of senior elders from the Heavenly chanism Sect, mostly mbers of the Song Family, each one handso and dignified, dressed in uniform blue and white long robes.

"Sect Leader, is this our little junior sister?"

One of them asked, the others wearing sowhat peculiar expressions.

"Little junior sister, what’s that on your face?"

"Could it be that you have so complaints against us, which is why you dressed up like this to et us?"

So looked at her teasingly, while others seed dissatisfied, thinking that Song You was being disrespectful to them.