Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Chapter 579: Mother and Daughter’s Painful Truth

Su Qinglan remained in a daze, the soft white luminescence enveloping her as myriad thoughts raced through her mind.

A gentle, warm current coursed through her, akin to a placid stream, assuaging even the profound exhaustion lingering in her soul. The deeper she delved into the sensation, the more astonished she became; this power was utterly unlike any ordinary ability she knew.

Her own plant-healing gift possessed vitality and warmth.

But this energy...

It felt utterly divine.

As though it had descended from an ethereal realm, high above all else.

Unable to suppress her surging curiosity any longer, Su Qinglan immediately projected a thought:

"Xuyu."

Swiftly, the familiar, languid voice resonated once more.

"Yes, Host."

Su Qinglan, her gaze fixed upon Wang Mulan's radiant hands, inquired without delay.

"What is this ability?"

"What kind of power is this?"

Xuyu fell silent for a beat, its tone seemingly shifting as it meticulously analyzed the flowing energy. Then, its voice took on a slightly different inflection.

"Host... this is, in fact, the power of an exceedingly rare and special race."

Su Qinglan’s eyes widened infinitesimally.

Xuyu continued its explanation at a measured pace,

"This race is known as the Tian Sheng Clan."

"They stand as one of the most ancient lineages within the Beast World, recognized as the very first devotees of the Beast God."

"The members of this clan are innately gifted with exceptionally pure spiritual bloodlines. In antiquity, they were the inaugural race to receive the Beast God's direct benediction."

With each word Xuyu uttered, Su Qinglan’s astonishment deepened.

"The High Priests venerated throughout this realm largely trace their origins to this clan. Their bloodline has persisted through innumerable generations; though, over the epochs, they intermingled with diverse races and tribes, leading to the dilution and diffusion of their lineage."

"Yet, even after so many centuries, certain descendants can still manifest the primordial divine abilities dormant within their blood."

Subconsciously, Su Qinglan’s gaze drifted once more toward her mother.

The soft, white radiance surrounding her mother seemed even more pronounced in the room's subdued illumination.

Xuyu resumed its discourse,

"Whoever awakens this ancestral bloodline is bestowed with a unique divine might, personally blessed by the Beast God himself."

"And solely these individuals are capable of truly ascending to the status of High Priest."

"This race has historically been held in the highest esteem, regarded as the Beast God's most secluded emissaries."

"They are fundamentally distinct from common beastmen."

"They possess the capacity to perceive phenomena imperceptible to ordinary individuals."

"They can receive direct guidance from the Beast God."

"Furthermore, they bear the solemn responsibility of transmitting the Beast God's divine will."

Su Qinglan's heart began to quicken its pace with every syllable spoken.

It's no wonder... my mother always possessed knowledge beyond the grasp of others.

Meanwhile, Xuyu’s voice continued, imbued with a significant undertone.

"The energy your mother is currently wielding is a manifestation of her awakened divine blessing."

"It is far from ordinary healing energy."

"This is the energy of soul purification."

"It holds the power to mend spiritual afflictions, reinforce vital essence, expunge corruption, and even, to a degree, restore fractured consciousness."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinglan's pupils contracted sharply.

Soul purification...

No marvel then, that this power felt so pristine and gentle.

It was as if every trace of weariness and darkness residing within her body was being steadily cleansed away.

Then, Xuyu’s voice broke the silence once more.

"Therefore, Host..."

"Your mother is, in essence, an individual of profound proximity to the Beast God."

"She undoubtedly holds knowledge of countless hidden secrets this world conceals."

"Secrets far exceeding those understood by ordinary mortals."

Su Qinglan found herself utterly speechless. Her gaze slowly, reverently, shifted towards her mother's serene countenance.

In that precise moment, bathed in the ethereal white glow, her mother appeared almost saintly, as if untouched by any worldly taint or corruption.

Wang Mulan finally opened her eyes, her embrace around Su Qinglan remaining firm. The instant their gazes met, she saw her daughter's eyes brimming with profound adoration and tender warmth.

This look caused Wang Mulan's heart to quiver intensely. She shyly averted her face, unable to directly meet her daughter’s profound gaze.

She genuinely could not comprehend what deeds she might have performed to warrant such unadulterated devotion from her child. Her heart felt a peculiar mixture of sweetness and an exquisite ache.

After a significant pause, Wang Mulan drew a slow breath and softly inquired, "Daughter... I perceive your soul has been safely returned."

Su Qinglan remained silent. Wang Mulan gently shook her head, a flicker of bewilderment crossing her features as she pondered how her daughter might be aware of such matters. Yet, after a moment of internal deliberation, she resolved to be forthcoming. She tenderly took Su Qinglan’s hand, clasping it with firm affection.

"My child, you might be unaware, but when you entered this world, sinister individuals pursued us relentlessly. They coveted your unique power, intending to use you in their wicked rituals. Surely you've encountered tales of the Black Temple? They represent the absolute worst in existence, engaging in the most heinous and depraved acts. You were their prime target. Thus... your mother had no alternative but to dispatch half your soul to another realm for your safety."

Wang Mulan's words flowed out slowly, her tone laden with guilt and profound sorrow. She inhaled deeply once more, bracing herself against any sign of blame or hatred from her daughter's gaze.

Yet, Su Qinglan remained in thoughtful silence for an extended period. Then, with voice steady yet heavy, she responded, "Mother, I am already aware of everything."

Wang Mulan recoiled, her stare fixed on her daughter in sheer astonishment.

Su Qinglan continued, a subtle tremor of sadness betraying her tone, "I know the events of the past. I understand why you sent me away. I spent nearly twenty-five years in that other world before my return."

Wang Mulan's eyes widened further, disbelief etched on her face. The faint undercurrent of deep sorrow in her daughter's voice sent a sharp pang through her heart.

"Tell your mother every detail," Wang Mulan urged, clutching Su Qinglan's hand with increased intensity. "Tell me all that transpired. I wish to hear it all."

Su Qinglan met her mother's gaze.

For the first time, she felt a genuine connection, a sense of being able to finally share her immense burden. She had never dared to confide the whole truth in her husbands, fearing their self-blame, their pain, or worse... their disbelief. These potential outcomes had always held her back.

But now, looking at her mother, who already grasped fragments of the truth, Su Qinglan felt prepared.

She drew a steadying breath and commenced her account.

"Mother... that other world was a maelstrom of chaos. It was a realm where the undead had mutated, achieving terrifying levels of power. They were like even more monstrous versions of the fierce beasts found here. I endured for many years, surviving by fighting relentlessly. I had no one to depend on – only unending battles and pervasive fear."

Wang Mulan's heart constricted. She refrained from interrupting, the tears already welling in her eyes as she listened intently.

Su Qinglan's voice softened, yet its weight increased. "The fragment of my soul that remained here... its suffering was even more profound. Mu Lihua ensnared Father with dark arts, convincing him she was his destined mate. She inflicted such terrible abuse upon the original me that I degraded into something monstrous... inept, consumed by greed, and teetering on the edge of madness. My torment was relentless."

The tears finally spilled down Su Qinglan's cheeks.

Wang Mulan could hold back no longer, her quiet sobs beginning to shake her frame.

But Su Qinglan pressed on. "Mother... this is, in fact, not my initial existence. This marks my second life here."

Wang Mulan froze mid-sob. Her tears momentarily ceased as she stared at her daughter, her eyes wide with unadulterated shock.