God of Pets Chapter 981: The Severed Fate Line

"How will you calculate?" Chen Guan smiled and said nothing more, sitting down in front of the desk.

The Ghost Daoist pointed to the ink and paper on the table: "Write a word as your heart desires."

Chen Guan didn’t hesitate much, he simply picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "Guan" on the paper.

The Ghost Daoist’s slightly trembling fingers picked up the paper, his eyes examining the word on it.

He had used his power to change the child’s fate, having already paid a considerable price.

Later, constantly deducing the heavenly secrets caused great damage to his body; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so.

"Guan... originally referred to a bird’s exceptional vision, with meanings of farsightedness and foresight. Now it’s written again... you wrote in simplified... then let’s interpret it by its simplified form..."

The Ghost Daoist continued speaking while looking at the word "Guan" on the paper: "Left is ’again,’ and right is ’see,’ implying an old acquaintance; it seems we have great fate between you and me."

"Indeed, our fate is not shallow. Long ago, in the Blessed Land, I had already bonded with the Observatory Master," Chen Guan said with a smile.

When the Ghost Daoist heard Chen Guan’s words, his pupils suddenly constricted, fixing his gaze on the word "Guan" on the paper, and after a moment, he sneered painfully: "I see now, this ’Guan’ is not just yours, but also mine as the Lotus Temple Master’s ’Guan.’ I’ve finally understood, it truly was a mistake."

"What do you mean?" Chen Guan looked at the somewhat demented Ghost Daoist and asked.

The Ghost Daoist didn’t answer Chen Guan. He pressed his hands on the desk, stood up, and looked Chen Guan up and down, his gaze finally settling on Chen Guan’s feet.

"Take off your shoes and socks, let me see your left foot," the Ghost Daoist said in a hoarse voice.

Chen Guan didn’t refuse, nor did he say anything; he took off the shoe on his left foot and then removed the sock.

He had always protected his feet well, and due to his own cultivation, the skin was clear and transparent, without a single blemish; the proportion and shape were also aesthetically pleasing.

"The sole." The Ghost Daoist uttered just two words.

Chen Guan leaned back, his back against the chair, crossed his left leg over his right, exposing the sole of his left foot.

On it, there was a slanted scar, like a red line, starting from the base of the big toe and extending all the way to the heel.

This scar, Chen Guan had never let anyone outside his family see.

Ever since Chen Xinghe told him this scar might expose his identity, Chen Guan had been more careful and tried every means to remove the scar on his foot.

Given his physical state, removing a scar should have been easy.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Guan could just shave off the scar, and the regenerated skin shouldn’t have the scar anymore.

Even if Chen Guan ignored it, during his own metamorphosis, it should have already disappeared.

But the reality was that no matter how Chen Guan’s body transformed, no matter how he tried to remove it, even if he cut off his foot, growing a new one, the scar did not disappear.

After obtaining the Secret Law, Chen Guan even tried to use targeted Secret Law to remove the scar, but it was useless.

This scar seemed like a flaw in the heavenly path, impossible to remove by worldly powers.

"So it is you!" The Ghost Daoist saw the scar on Chen Guan’s sole, his expression turned very complex, and he slowly sat down, staring blankly at Chen Guan’s face.

"What do you mean, it’s me?" Chen Guan asked.

He was no longer afraid of people discovering he was the son of the Great Demon Qing Bai; no humans could threaten him now, which is why he allowed the Ghost Daoist to read his fortune and didn’t hesitate to let him see the scar.

"You don’t look like him." The Ghost Daoist sighed.

"People always say I resemble my mother more," Chen Guan nodded.

"When you were little, I even held you, and it was I who gave you your name," the Ghost Daoist slowly said.

Chen Guan was slightly taken aback; this was something he didn’t know.

"Back then, the Great Demon Qing Bai occupied the Ancestral Court, surpassing everyone else. He found me, wanting me to give his future son a good name. I had never seen such a person; without knowing where the son’s mother was, he was already thinking about naming his son. He didn’t fear he wouldn’t have sons."

The Ghost Daoist smiled: "At the time, I couldn’t refuse him, so I had to name his son who might come someday. I was proud and wanted to tease him, thinking that this terrifying Great Demon was nothing but a fool before me, so I gave his son the name ’Guan.’"

"’Guan’ means a bird with excellent vision, a mockery of him being blind, coming to me for a name, so I gave his future son a bird name."

The Ghost Daoist’s smile became more evident, yet gradually that smile turned bitter.

"I didn’t expect that later he really had a son," the Ghost Daoist said, looking at Chen Guan’s face: "Only by then, Qing Bai was no longer the spirited Great Demon he once was; he had lost his cultivation and lived seclusion for years. When that time came, he held his newborn child and found me again, hoping I could help his child evade the pursuit of the Ten Great Families, and he truly named his child ’Guan.’

"Did you help him?" Chen Guan asked.

"Had I not helped him, you wouldn’t have that life-severing line on your left sole," the Ghost Daoist shook his head with a bitter smile: "If not for that life-severing line, my later calculations wouldn’t have been erroneous; I dug a pit for myself and buried myself in it."

"Why did you help him? If the Ten Great Families discovered, they wouldn’t spare you, right?" Chen Guan asked somewhat puzzled.

In any case, whether the Ten Great Families would spare the Ghost Daoist or not, if the Ghost Daoist handed over Chen Xinghe, it would be a great accomplishment, bringing endless wealth.

"The Great Demon invited me to name his future son, never treating me poorly, hosting me with delicacies and beverages, rewards at my discretion. I, however, gave his son a bird name. When I saw him again, he was so downcast, how could I bear to trouble him further? Besides, I am not one to take advantage of others when they’re vulnerable."

The Ghost Daoist shook his head with a bitter smile: "Fate, it’s all fate; this one word ’Guan’ pulled me into the torrent of destiny, placed me in it without my knowledge. It is my fault, but also the path destiny was meant to take."

"So, what exactly are you calculating for me?" Chen Guan asked the Ghost Daoist.

He finally understood why Chen Xinghe advised him to be cautious about showing anyone the scar on his foot.

It is the life-severing line that conceals his bloodline relationship and destiny; with this line, the Ten Great Families couldn’t find him.

The Ghost Daoist didn’t speak; he merely tossed the copper coin in his hand into the air.

The copper coin rose higher and higher, showing no sign of falling, glowing as if it became a star in the void.