Chapter 862: The Psychic Master 26

He Tongyang had naturally noticed the undisguised disgust in his mother’s eyes the moment he walked in. In the past, that look would have stung—it would have lingered, leaving behind a dull, aching weight he couldn’t shake off. But now, he felt nothing at all. Whatever longing he might have once had had long since faded. Compared to what he had now, it no longer mattered. Because in his world, there was already someone far more important—someone irreplaceable. With Tang Wan by his side, the so-called affection of his parents had become insignificant, almost laughable in comparison.

He might not have cared anymore, but Tang Wan saw everything.

And she was furious.

Unbelievable.

Yes, his mother had been a victim of the He family too—but what about Tongtong? He was the most innocent one of all. If not for the fact that he had survived birth with an exceptionally strong psychic constitution instead of being deformed, he might have already been quietly disposed of by the very same family. She had abandoned him after giving birth, and that was one thing—but to come back now only to look at him with such naked hatred?

What right did she have?

What had he ever done wrong?

As if sensing the anger radiating from her, He Tongyang quietly reached out and brushed his hand against her arm, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Wanwan, don’t be angry,” he said softly. “I really don’t care anymore.”

“Tongtong…” Her voice softened instantly, all that anger dissolving into something closer to pain.

He gave a faint smile, his tone steady. “It’s true. The only opinion I care about… is yours.”

That was enough for her.

“Good,” Tang Wan replied immediately, her voice firm again. “You don’t need to care about them at all.”

He nodded slightly, his fingers unconsciously curling as if still holding onto her.

Not far away, He’s mother watched this strange exchange, a chill creeping up her spine. Goosebumps rose along her arms as she stared at her son, who seemed to be speaking to empty air.

“Who is he talking to?” she asked sharply, turning to Father He.

Although she had always known about psychics, she had never truly accepted it. To her, it was something eerie, unnatural—something to be feared and rejected. And the stronger He Tongyang became, the more that fear twisted into something closer to disgust.

Father He let out a cold snort, glancing at her expression with clear disdain. “Who else could it be? The He family’s ancestor.”

Despite his tone, there was no trace of mockery in his eyes—only caution, even respect. Over the past few years, he had seen enough to understand one thing clearly: whoever that unseen “ancestor” was, they were no ordinary existence. To be able to elevate He Tongyang’s abilities to such a level in such a short time… that was not something anyone could do.

And so, even if he still felt uneasy, he didn’t dare show it.

Hearing his answer, He’s mother stiffened.

The ancestor… was still here?

It was the first time she had heard such a thing, and it sent a wave of unease through her. But almost immediately, another thought followed—

If the ancestor truly existed, why hadn’t they stopped the He family from doing all those vile things?

Why allow such practices to continue?

The thought barely formed before she let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.

Of course.

Those very rules had been passed down by these so-called ancestors.

Why would they stop it?

Perhaps, to them, everything that had happened was simply… necessary.

And perhaps, the reason this “ancestor” had appeared now was only because He Tongyang had grown into something worth cultivating.

A monster worth shaping.

That realization twisted into something dark inside her chest, filling her with a surge of resentment she could no longer suppress.

Meanwhile, He Tongyang had already taken a seat on a nearby sofa, his posture relaxed, his expression indifferent. He didn’t even bother looking up as he spoke, his tone calm but cutting.

“If you dislike seeing me so much,” he said, “then don’t come back to the He residence again.”

The words fell lightly—but their meaning was absolute.

He’s mother froze for a second before standing abruptly, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Do you think I want to come back?” she shot back. “If your grandfather hadn’t threatened me with Jingwen and her daughter, do you think I would step foot into this disgusting place to see you, you little monster?”

She turned sharply, clearly intending to leave.

But before she could take more than a step, an invisible force slammed her backward.

Her body hit the sofa hard.

In the next instant, a crisp sound rang out.

A delicate, bluish palm print appeared on her face.