Chapter 12: His Room

Ling Zhen saw the incense break into two pieces, and his face changed dramatically. When offering incense to the ancestors, if the incense breaks, it means the ancestors do not accept the offering or that something big is about to happen.

He quickly calculated with his fingers, then sighed in relief and said, “Little Ancestor, don’t worry. The ancestors are just afraid to accept your incense because you are a ghost officer.”

Ling Yiran: “…”

He’s just a small ghost officer, not the Yama King, so why would they be afraid to accept his incense?

He didn’t quite understand the ancestors’ thoughts and didn’t care much about such trivial matters.

Ling Yiran looked at the memorial tablets and quickly found his biological father Ling Haochen’s tablet. He bowed respectfully to it and asked, “Yesterday, I only heard you mention my father. What about my mother? Who is she?”

Ling Zhen shook his head, “I don’t know. I only heard from my grandfather that the ancestor never married back then, and you were brought back to the Ling family by him alone when you were a month old. No one saw your mother, and no one knows who she is. The ancestor never mentioned it to anyone.”

“No one knows who my mother is?”

“That’s right.”

Ling Yiran asked again, “Why isn’t there a tablet for me in the ancestral hall?”

“The ancestor didn’t allow us to make a tablet for you, nor to burn incense or paper money for you.”

Ling Yiran: “…”

Do people with high cultivation always act differently from ordinary people?

Ling Zhen saw Ling Yiran not speaking and thought he was upset, so he quickly said, “I think the ancestor was probably too heartbroken over your early death to allow anyone to make a tablet for you, pretending you were still alive to comfort himself. You should see the room he prepared for you to know how much he cared for you. Ever since your death, the ancestor never had any other children or married anyone.”

“I’ve been dead for so many years, and he still kept a room for me. I can feel his care without even looking.” Ling Yiran turned and walked out of the ancestral hall, pushing open the door to the adjacent room. A huge wave of yin energy rushed at him, quickly entering his body and instantly restoring the yin energy dissipated by the sun, making him feel incredibly comfortable, even more effective than a day of recuperation in the underworld.

He exclaimed, “Is there a gathering yin formation in the room?”

“Yes, the ancestor was worried you wouldn’t be used to living in the Ling family after getting accustomed to the underworld, so he specially set up a gathering yin formation for you to come back and stay often, treating this as your home. You see how thoughtful the ancestor was for you.” Ling Zhen entered the room and shivered all over, “This place is even colder than an ice cave. I, a living person, can’t stay in your room for long. I’ll just say a few things and leave. In the drawer, there are photos of you and the ancestor when you were young, and in the wardrobe, there are clothes and shoes from when you were a month old until now. I won’t say much more. You take your time to look. I’m leaving.”

After saying this, he hurriedly ran outside to bask in the sun, washing away the yin energy on him.

Ling Yiran’s gaze fixed on the wall photo. In the picture sat a man who looked similar to him, holding a little baby in his arms, looking at the camera as if gazing at his lover, with a sunny and gentle smile.

He opened the wardrobe, which contained clothes from different ages, all folded very neatly, showing the care of the person who prepared and organized them.

Ling Yiran, worried about messing up the wardrobe, just gently touched the fabric, then closed the wardrobe and opened the drawer to take out the photo album.

The album contained only photos of him and his father, each taken with great care, capturing every angle perfectly. From the photos alone, he could feel how much his father loved him. Unfortunately, there were no more photos after he was six months old.

Ling Yiran repeatedly flipped through the album, only reluctantly putting it down after the fifth time, thinking that if he hadn’t died, he would have grown up being spoiled by his father.

However, he was also pampered growing up in the underworld. His adoptive father treated him very well, always finding ways to get him whatever he wanted.

Suddenly, the phone Ling Zhen bought for him rang.

Ling Yiran took out the phone and saw it was a weather forecast message from the meteorological bureau.

He put the phone back in his pocket, suddenly remembering he needed to send a message to Xing Han, and quickly took out the phone again to send his number to Xing Han.

Xing Han received the message just as he finished exercising. Seeing the number, he immediately called, “Hello, this is Xing Han.”

Ling Yiran didn’t expect him to call right away and hurriedly answered, “Good morning.”

“Mr. Ling…”

Xing Han was just about to address him politely when Ling Yiran interrupted, “Just call me Yiran.”

“Alright, Yiran, are you free for lunch or dinner today?”

Ling Yiran had a task in the evening, so dinner was out of the question, “Let’s have lunch.”

After agreeing, he immediately regretted it. Wasn’t he supposed to dissolve the yin marriage?

Why was he setting up a meeting with the other party?

Especially since noon was when the sun was most intense. Was he sure he was going for lunch and not to court death?

Moreover, he had been in the sun for two consecutive days. If he continued, he might not pass the upgrade exam.

But since Ling Yiran had already agreed, it wouldn’t be good to back out. As lunchtime approached, he quickly geared up and headed to the meeting place.