Stronger from Earth

Chapter 253

Chaos!

A sudden mist arose, even Divine Thought couldn't penetrate far, and houses collapsed in front of them, people scattered in panic.

Screams, wails, children crying, and the sound of desperate running echoed through the streets.

"Senior Zhang, Secretary Gu, Peng He, let's hide first and not get separated." Ling Jie noticed an Alien Race fleeing, releasing this smoke amidst the chaos.

Their business transaction had just concluded smoothly, but who would have thought that on their return, they would encounter such an incident—utter misfortune. Despite many prior trips, nothing like this had ever happened.

A group moved swiftly when suddenly Ling Jie discovered an invisible force controlling his body, rendering him speechless and immobile.

Then everything went dark, his mind went blank, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in an abandoned factory, holding a long knife, blood-stained.

Before him lay three beheaded Federation soldiers. He had no idea how he ended up doing such a thing, essentially becoming an enemy of the Federation.

Soon after, his memory blanked out again, and then it was during a Federation manhunt, with numerous pieces of evidence proving he had become an accomplice of the Alien Race, almost convicted as a traitor.

Death penalty!

Ling Jie knew that crimes against humanity almost always led to the death penalty, or punishments worse than death. He wasn't afraid of dying, just felt it terribly unfair that he, a Divine Treasure Realm Cultivator, was manipulated without a trace.

Once the anti-humanity charge was established, his lifelong reputation would be ruined, the Ling Family implicated, and his wife and children would live in shame.

In comparison, he'd rather die cleanly, shattered like jade instead of surviving as a broken tile, wishing to live untarnished in his family's memories—a longing that was hard to fulfill.

Faced with the evidence, he felt powerless, unless proof surfaced that he was manipulated into committing those crimes.

After spending several days in prison, thinking he'd die in disgrace, unexpectedly, someone came to visit him.

The visitor was none other than his soon-to-be son-in-law—Wang Xuan.

"How is everyone at home? How did they react to my news?" Ling Jie's heart ached, feeling unable to face Wang Xuan.

"That's not important." Wang Xuan opened his eyes, the burden in his heart lifting.

To him, his prospective father-in-law, and Chen's exemplary father, hadn't turned into a loathed alien scapegoat, which was most crucial.

The current concern was solely how to restore Ling Jie's innocence, a task Wang Xuan felt driven to undertake.

"You are innocent, I believe in you, and will restore your name."

Wang Xuan's words pierced Ling Jie's heart like sunshine, dispelling his gloom; he didn't fear death, only dying disgracefully and implicating his family.

Yet, Wang Xuan's belief alone wasn't enough.

"I'm glad you trust me, but others won't believe. Without evidence to prove my innocence, all efforts are in vain." Ling Jie shook his head.

Wang Xuan exuded confidence, boldly stating, "Evidence may be hard to find, but that doesn't mean it's impossible.

Rest assured, this is but a minor issue; you'll soon return to Earth, free to reunite with Chen and the others."

His words were convincing, even the High-Level officers nearby believed Wang Xuan could achieve it.

For he was the Immortal Martial Disciple, the True Disciple of the Immortal Holy Land!

The deputy warden said, "As the True Disciple of Immortal Martial, Mr. Wang's abilities naturally surpass ours. If you vouch for Mr. Ling's innocence, then he's likely been framed.

We're willing to cooperate; as long as Mr. Wang finds concrete evidence, the verdict can absolutely be changed before the sentencing."

"Immortal Martial True Inheritance? Wang Xuan, are you a disciple of the Immortal Martial Mountain?" Ling Jie was astonished, seeing his soon-to-be son-in-law in a new aura.

Such individuals are all prodigies, and True Disciples of the Immortal Holy Land are destined at least to become Celestial Immortals, effortlessly reaching True Immortality.

Ling Jie realized his family's patriarch fought for centuries to reach Celestial Immortality, establishing the Ling Family and founding Ling Pharmaceutical.

Having Wang Xuan as a son-in-law was indeed a fortune! With no mishaps, his family's prosperity for a millennium was assured.

Wang Xuan nodded, "Indeed, I joined the Immortal Martial Mountain long ago, becoming a third-generation disciple. Now, my cultivation level is at the Earth Immortal Realm."

These words, as straightforward as they were, spoke of achievements unattainable to most.

Let alone being a True Disciple of the Immortal Martial, Earth Immortal Cultivation itself was a rarity, one in millions.

"Good! Good! Good!" Ling Jie's excitement was palpable, his survival instincts surged, feeling hopeful for vindication.

"Live well." Wang Xuan stood up, "Next time I visit, I will bring you out." He declared with determination.

Ling Jie's heart relaxed, thoughts of ending his suffering dissipating. The deputy warden and others altered their views of him.

"Before the verdict, maintain Ling Jie's good spirits, lest outsiders accuse us of lacking Humanity." Good food and attentive care for Ling Jie were, of course, because of Wang Xuan.

After leaving the prison, Wang Xuan observed heavy snowfall, the world a vast white; during such times, only children delighted in the snow, the joy for adults much diminished.

"Ling Jie's soul may have been briefly drawn out, allowing another entity to invade his Sea of Consciousness and control his body, causing those actions.

Turns out, Ling Jie's misfortune was because of me; he was merely an innocent caught in the crossfire."

Wang Xuan understood the Celestial Net organization was likely lurking, perhaps already aware of his movements, ready to act at any moment.

Lin Xiyue appeared again, standing beside him, asking, "Any clues about your father-in-law's case?"

She emphasized "father-in-law," implying that Wang Xuan should maintain some distance from her.

"No need to worry, Senior Sister. Our connection will last for millennia, the time we spend together is endless ahead.

This time, you've helped me greatly; if there's anything I can assist with in the future, just tell me outright, or it'll feel too distant.

Regarding my father-in-law's predicament, I've found a lead, look!"

Wang Xuan extended his hand, where a thin swirl of white mist lingered, its form elusive, retrieved from Ling Jie's Sea of Consciousness, evidently a remnant of the possessor.

"The soul energy seems unlike humans." Lin Xiyue examined, deducing the result.

"Naturally not human, anyone can tell it's the Alien Race." Wang Xuan remarked.

Lin Xiyue raised her eyebrows, playfully rebuking, "So, you're saying my mind isn't as sharp as your toes?"

"I didn't say that." Wang Xuan feigned ignorance, avoiding Lin Xiyue's seriousness, suddenly adding, "Do you think that Alien is among the witnesses?"

When Ling Jie was apprehended, it seemed his consciousness was just returning, soul reclaiming his body; suggesting the Alien left him then.

"It's said nine out of ten perpetrators revisit the crime scene, pretending to be bystanders, probing if police uncovered clues.

Some culprits even report the crime to evade suspicion, wanting to engage with the investigation, gaining enough data to secure themselves while savoring the ego boost of outsmarting the police, fulfilling their vanity."

Lin Xiyue affirmed Wang Xuan's theory, that there's at least a fifty percent chance the Alien is among the witnesses or fellow detainees.