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Chapter 95: The Lu Residence
The Lu Residence.
After hearing his son’s words, Lu Jinjiang shook his head without thinking and denied, “Impossible. The Soul Calming Spell has long been lost.”
“Dad, but Shishi said she can use the Soul Calming Spell,” Lu Ning tried to convince his father.
“So many respected masters in the Metaphysics world know nothing about the Soul Calming Spell. How can a girl about your age possibly know it?” Lu Jinjiang questioned him.
“Then at least give it a try.” Lu Ning said, “You can also see Mom’s condition. The Mount Tai stone is both a soul-calming and a sealing object for her. Every once in a while, Mom will fall into a coma, and every time she is unconscious, she suffers. Mom just never complained about it.”
“…” Reminded of his wife’s condition, Lu Jinjiang was also full of worry and helplessness.
“And Dad, how long can the Mount Tai stones last for mom?” Lu Ning asked, believing that his father knew better than he did about the side effects of stone on his mother.
“I’m trying to figure things out,” Lu Jinjiang said.
“We’ve thought of all the means we can think of, yet there’s only the Soul Calming Spell left. Why can’t you agree to try it?” Lu Ning wondered.
“Is this something that you can try casually?” Lu Jinjiang frowned at his son and reprimanded, “The Soul Calming Spell works on the soul. If the doesn’t work out well, the damage to the soul is irreversible.”
“…” Lu Ning was rendered speechless. Of course, he was also worried about his mother, but thinking of Chen Yu’s clear eyes and confidence, he insisted, “I believe in Shishi. If she said she could use the Soul Calming Spell, it must be true.”
“Which sect does she come from?” Hearing his son’s insistence, Lu Jinjiang curiously asked.
“She…” Lu Ning froze for a moment before reacting. He seemed to have never asked: “She seems to have learned the spell from her grandfather.”
“Who is her grandfather?” Lu Jinjiang asked again.
“I don’t know,” Lu Ning shook his head.
Lu Jinjiang’s expression instantly turned into disappointment. He stood up and said, “Don’t mention this matter again. I’ll think of another way. Go stay with your mother.”
After saying that, Lu Jinjiang turned around and left the study.
Seeing his father’s disapproval, Lu Ning was immediately anxious. For some reason, he had an inexplicable trust in Chen Yu. Moreover, if Chen Yu really knew the Soul Calming Spell, this might be his mother’s only hope. He didn’t want to give up easily, but he didn’t know how to convince his father.
“Brother Lu Ning, Auntie asked me to call you and Uncle Lu to go to dinner together,” Yan Xin informed and also looked in the direction of the study. He asked, “Is Uncle Lu inside?”
Lu Ning shook his head.
“Then go to the dining room first, Brother Lu Ning. I’ll go look for Uncle Lu again.” After Yan Xin finished speaking, she turned around to go look elsewhere.
“Wait a moment.” Lu Ning had a flash of insight and remembered something in a trance. “Xin’er, did you say that Grandpa Yan knew Shishi’s grandfather?”
Yan Xin was pleased that Lu Ning inquired about Chen Yu with her, but she immediately pouted unhappily.
“Xin’er, isn’t it?” The more Lu Ning thought about it, the more excited he became. He remembered that when he was in Pingcheng, he seemed to have heard Xin’er mention it once.
Last night when Chen Yu mentioned that she knew the Soul Calming Spell, Yan Xin was also present. Although she instinctively disliked Chen Yu, she also knew that this matter was important to both Lu Ning and Auntie Lin. She might be arrogant, but she still knew the gravity of the situation: “Yes, my grandfather seems familiar with her grandfather.”
“It’s true! That’s great. Thank you, Xin’er.” After Lu Ning finished speaking, he turned and ran out without waiting for Yan Xin’s response.He stopped his father in the garage in time as he was about to drive out.
“I told you, forget it,” Lu Jinjiang said with some displeasure, thinking that his son was still not giving up.
“Dad, Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Yan knows Shishi’s grandfather,” Lu Ning said excitedly.
Elder Yan? Lu Jinjiang was caught off guard.
“Dad, you can call Grandpa Yan and ask, just for Mom’s sake,” Lu Ning begged.
Lu Jinjiang, like Lu Ning, inwardly hoped that someone could indeed perform the Soul Calming Spell, but his experience and rationality told him that it was impossible. Now that Lu Ning suddenly came to him, saying that Elder Yan might know the girl’s grandfather, he saw no reason to refuse him again when he asked him to call for verification.
Lu Jinjiang’s fingers shook a bit as he dialed Elder Yan’s number, which was picked up after a few rings: “Hello?”
“Elder Yan, it’s me, Jinjiang.”
“Jinjiang? Oh, what’s the matter? Is that girl Xin’er causing you trouble?” Elder Yan asked.
“No, Xin’er is fine. I have something I want to ask you.” Lu Jinjiang couldn’t help but get nervous.
“What is it?”
Lu Jinjiang glanced at his son, and after Lu Ning nodded decisively, he asked, “Do you know the grandfather of a girl named Chen Yu?”
“Chen Yu? Is she also a Celestial Master?” Elder Yan asked suspiciously after thinking for a moment.
“Yes.” Lu Jinjiang perceived Elder Yan’s puzzled tone. It was apparent that he was completely unfamiliar with Chen Yu. This made him frown.
“What’s her grandfather’s name?” Elder Yan pondered for a while, but he couldn’t remember which Celestial Master surnamed Chen was worthy of Lu Jinjiang’s special call.
Lu Jinjiang turned his head and asked his son, “What’s her grandfather’s name?”
“I don’t know.” Lu Ning spotted the flicker of disappointment in his father’s eyes. Fearing that his father would give up again, he hastily reached out and said, “Dad, let me talk to Grandpa Yan.”
Lu Jinjiang hesitated for a moment. As if to let Lu Ning give up completely, he still handed him the phone.
“Grandpa Yan, it’s me, Lu Ning.” Lu Ning first introduced himself, and then asked, “Do you remember the girl who went to the Ghost Market last time when I was in Pingcheng and fought the Ghost King with me? Xin’er said you knew her grandfather.”
“It’s her!” With Lu Ning’s reminder, Elder Yan instantly recalled.