The Woman who Became the “Male” God

He Lin sat cross-legged on the carpet, clasped his hands together, held the spirit stone, closed his eyes and breathed out, surrounded by a faint white air, breathing in his own rhythm.

For a moment, He Lin closed his breath and slowly opened his eyes. In his deep eyes, a sharp light flashed, like a sword out of its sheath. The spiritual stone in his hand was dim, and he had exhausted his spiritual energy.

39 days.

Only the last two spirit stones are left, and he will be able to find him soon.

After these days of practice, He Lin felt that the spiritual power in his body had increased significantly, and his spiritual power had become more active, but he did not experience excessive loss of control, but was easier to manipulate than before.

While thinking about it, Feituo’s voice came from outside the door: "Heye, are you awake? Patriarch invites you to meet at nine o'clock. You will be late if you don’t leave."

The "patriarch" he referred to was He Lin's father, He Zhijun.

"Got it." He Lin stood up, put the spirit stone in his hand into a delicate box, and then walked into the bathroom.

Fractalist waited outside the door for a while, and when he heard the door opening, he was about to turn his head. Suddenly, he felt a strong mental force rushing toward his face, which made him step back a few steps.

After standing still, Feituo looked at He Lin in amazement, thinking that his mental power was rioting again, but saw that his face was calm and calm as usual.

"Heye, are you okay?" He asked cautiously.

"What can I do?" He Lin walked straight downstairs, with a straight posture and steady steps, bringing a strong wind.

Fractalist followed him five steps away, his body was tight, and he felt the spiritual pressure from him. He secretly wondered if something had happened to He Ye's spiritual power, and why was it so turbulent?

He Lin's turbulent mental power did not finally converge until the car reached the destination.

After getting out of the car, He Lin walked into the He Family Manor, and He Zhijun was waiting for him in the study.

He Lin asked him hello, her expression flat and alienated.

He Zhijun was about fifty and his temples were white, but he was not old, and he carried the majesty of a superior in his gestures.

He chatted with He Lin casually about a few things, and then asked: "What's the matter between you and the Qiao family?"

"What's the matter?"

"Is he chasing you?"

He Lin was speechless, even his father thought that Joe Gus was pursuing him?

Without waiting for him to speak, He Zhijun said again: "If you are interested, marrying with the Qiao family is also a good choice."

He Lin looked at He Zhijun in surprise and wondered: "Didn't you always want me to marry a daughter of a family? Same-sex spouses have never been in your consideration. Why do you suddenly change your mind? Because of the Qiao family's family background?"

"Qiao's family background is certainly one reason." He Zhijun said slowly, "The main reason is that you are not young anymore, and you have not liked anyone for a long time. I don't want you to continue to delay it. As long as you like it, the two sides are right. Gender is not that important anymore. Nowadays, genetic technology is advanced, and what you want your children to have is a way."

"Is it right?" He Lin said coldly, "If it's not right, can I not find a same-sex spouse?"

A strange color flashed in He Zhijun's eyes: "As the He family, I thought you had enlightened a long time ago."

He Lin didn't argue: "This is what you called me back today?"

"Yes." He Zhijun replied neither softly nor hard.

"Then I can tell you now, Joe Gus didn't pursue me, and I don't have any thoughts about him." He Lin stood up, "My partner, I will find it by myself, you don't have to worry about it."

Seeing that he was about to leave, He Zhijun said, "I hope you make a decision as soon as possible."

He Lin's complexion darkened slightly, and he turned and walked out of the study.

After a while, a lady walked in through the side door, handed He Zhijun a cup of tea, and said warmly: "You, you obviously care about your children, why can't you say it?"

"Caring about him? Where does he need my care?" He Zhijun held up the teacup with a grim expression on his face.

"You just have a hard mouth and a soft heart." The lady sighed and asked, "Is there pressure on you again?"

He Zhijun nodded and frowned: "The above has been paying attention to He Lin's mental state. Some time ago, his mental power appeared abnormal and became more disordered. Many people have regarded him as an unstable factor, and some even suggested Isolate him for treatment."

An S-level fortifier with unstable mental power is a potential threat to any country.

"I understand what you mean." The lady said softly, "You want to find a significant marriage partner for him to increase his political bargaining power."

He Zhijun did not speak.

The lady continued: "If that's the case, why don't you discuss it frankly with him?"

He Zhijun snorted coldly: "With his character, he would never use marriage as a political bargaining chip. Originally thought Joe Gus was a turning point, but he didn't expect it to be just wishful thinking. Alas, I already knew how that kid would like it. The last man. And to be honest, Joe Gus is not a suitable marriage partner."

"What are you going to do next?" the lady asked.

He Zhijun leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After a while, he said: "You help him find a few candidates for marriage, and find opportunities for them to get in touch. I will find a way to ask Master Wentai to come out. If he can help, he may be able to solve the problem. Rin’s mental power problem."

He Lin walked out of the He Family Manor, feeling quite depressed.

He knows his father's intentions very well, and it is nothing more than to consolidate his position. It's just that he has no attachment to rights. If he can, he would rather stay with that person and lead a plain life. But the sense of responsibility he cultivated since childhood prevented him from acting recklessly.

He Lin stood still in front of the car door and said to Feituo: "You go to the car behind. I want to stay alone by myself."

Feituo bowed, and then walked towards the car behind. As soon as he opened the car door, he heard a whistling sound behind him, and turned his head to see that He Lin was already running away in the car.

Fractalist hurried to catch up, but before driving a few hundred meters, the tracking signal of He Lin's car disappeared on the screen.

"My lord seems to have blocked the signal, what should I do?" The guard on the side looked at Fractalist.

Fractalist thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter, I know where he wants to go. You can drive slowly along this route."

"OK."

He Lin drove all the way and sprinted in the direction of Si You Mountain.

He wants to take a look at him now, just take a look.

"Hahahaha..." On the grass, a child of seven or eight was rolling happily holding a cloud group, and two caretakers stood by, always paying attention to his safety.

Not far away, An Xian and Mr. Baihou sat under the umbrellas, drinking tea while watching the children play.

That child is Baihouchu, the grandson of Mr. Baihou, and he is also the only child that the old man takes care of. He will be picked up for a few days every month. It's a pity that Bai Hou Chu has low intelligence, and at the age of seven or eight, he can't even recite simple numbers.

The old man looked at his grandson, although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were distressed and helpless.

"You're right, I should always take my children out for activities." The old man smiled, "Look how much fun he has."

An Xian poured a cup of tea for him and said, "You can see that you like this kid very much."

"Hehe, he is my grandson, why would I not like it?" The old man took a sip from his teacup, "I only hope that he can thrive, even if he is always so innocent, it doesn't matter."

"Then you have to take care of your body, he can't live without you in his life."

The old man just smiled, did not speak.

An Xian didn't say much anymore. The old and the young are like green pines and cypresses holding meditation, enjoying the beautiful scenery leisurely and contentedly.

At this moment, a maid walked over and said respectfully: "Sir, the butler just sent a message. The second young master is waiting for you in the manor."

The old man's face changed, and he said angrily: "That **** dare to come and see me! Whoever let him in, asked someone to drive him out."

The maid said hesitantly: "The second young master said he was here to pick up Master Chu home."

"Huh, when did he care about his son so much?" The old man slapped his palm on the table and got up to go back. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Bai Houchu who was still playing, and stopped again.

While hesitating, a peaceful voice came from his ear: "If the old man doesn't mind, how about letting Xiao Chu stay in my house for two days? I have a few pets, and I believe he will like it."

The old man frowned and smiled at An Xian: "Thank you, if Xiao Chu is too noisy, you will have someone send him back."

"Don't worry, I will take care of him."

The old man nodded, his face was whole, and he walked toward the manor aggressively.

On the grass, only An Xian, Bai Houchu and a maid who took care of him were left.

When Bai Houchu saw his grandfather leaving, he was dumbfounded for a while, then grabbed a handful of clouds and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Oh, Master Chu, this can't be eaten." The maid hurriedly stepped forward and pulled out the contents of his mouth. Her actions were a bit rude, and her nails had accidentally scratched the corners of his mouth.

Bai Houchu suffocated his mouth and started crying.

"Oh, really." The maid whispered while wiping tears to him.

She might think that An Xian was far away and couldn't hear her, so she didn't conceal the disgust in her heart.

An Xian frowned, walked slowly over, and said to her: "You go back first, Xiao Chu will take care of me in these two days."

The maid is embarrassed: "I am Young Master Chu's personal maid, and I can't leave him casually."

"You go back and tell the old man, just say it was my decision, and he won't blame you."

"But..." The maid wanted to say more, but when she met An Xian's cold gaze, she suddenly stopped.

Her lips moved a few times, but in the end she didn't say anything, she glanced at Bai Houchu and left.

"Okay, everyone who should go is gone." An Xian stood in front of Baihouchu, looking at him condescendingly, "From now on, you will belong to me."

Bai Houchu sat on the ground, tilted his head up, and looked at An Xian ignorantly, with undried tears still hanging on his face.

An Xian showed him an unkind smile like a wolf grandmother.

Bai Houchu thought she was comforting herself, and with a sniffle, she responded with an innocent smirk, completely unaware of her own destiny. He is about to go from the cannon fodder mode of seeing the light to the full-time Long Aotian mode. …