Chapter 29: Father

  "Damn it!" Sito Longfeng gritted his teeth and blurted out a curse, grabbing Yang Yunqiu's arm with one hand. "What are you still standing there for? Take advantage of the fact that Fu Xueqing and his men are busy and haven't discovered anything yet, let's go quickly."

  At this moment, Yang Yunqiu was as conspicuous as a lantern, and if the situation hadn't been chaotic, he would have been discovered long ago, and might have even been skinned alive.

  And it's not just the monks in front of us, but also those from afar who are swarming over, even people outside the barbaric forest may have received the news, and perhaps within two days, this forest will be occupied by various masters.

  Fu Ning didn't say another word, supported him, and the three of them quietly slipped away, not even bothering to bring the car made by Yang Yunqiu.

  The doll let out a sigh of relief - it also had to admit that its master's luck was indeed against the sky, and yet it still managed to get the treasure and meet two kind-hearted men.

  "Why say that good deeds protect and evil spirits retreat? Ah Qiu should do more good things and accumulate merits."

  It grumbled a few words, turned its eyeballs, and quietly guided the direction of Fen Ning's advance. Fen Ning was originally going to leave the Barbaric Forest, but as he walked, he headed southeast, getting closer and closer to the base.

  As a result, after walking for half a day, Fu Ning and Situ suddenly found that they were lost. The two of them walked in all directions but only circled around in the same forest, completely losing their sense of direction.

  So, Fu Ning and the other two didn't know that shortly after the three people left the forest, a monk wearing a red robe with white hair but a face as smooth as jade appeared in the sky above the forest, with at least a thousand black beads hanging from his neck.

  He sat in mid-air, his aura was so strong that it was frightening. Especially the beads on his neck gave people a feeling similar to the evil spirit they had just experienced. The group of cultivators on the ground were shocked by his momentum and could hardly stand up. Even the two Kunlun Sub-Heaven Seventh-Grade Cultivators who arrived later did not dare to take half a step forward beyond the Thunder Pond.

  Zi Xuan Tian Lai is the junior brother of Zhang Yong's master, Guang Han, who is only 24 years old this year but has a very high generation rank.

  He is also the only one who still has the breath to speak.

  "Excuse me, who is this person? The brutal forest has gathered evil energy, is it what the senior did?"

  The monk smiled and stretched out his hand, and everyone saw a fist-sized bright light ball fall into his palm.

  He lifted it up again and shone it towards the sun, that warm light, made a group of monks on the ground jealous, who all guessed that this thing was 'Huang Zhong'.

  The monks underground, restless and noisy, making a loud commotion.

  Although I knew that the person above might be a superior man, after all, there was only one of them. The more these people gathered together, the more they feared him, with several thousand cultivators joining forces, how could he possibly win?

  Many ants can kill an elephant by biting it.

  There are those who have a nimble mind and begin to retreat after making connections everywhere, planning to wait for the right moment to strike.

  But unexpectedly, the monk chuckled and glanced at them casually, with a surge of purple-black spiritual energy gathering in his hand, he pinched down forcefully.

  Caw! Caw!

  Everyone watched as 'Huang Zhong' crumbled into pieces, turned into nothingness, and slowly drifted away with the wind...

  “…………”

  Everyone felt their heart suddenly constrict, unbearably painful, let alone the other cultivators. Those with weak willpower spat out a mouthful of blood and became limp and lifeless.

  Fu Xueqing's face twisted, and he sat on the ground panting with a bitter smile: "Nowadays, this world is really unpredictable. People don't treasure their treasures anymore. Three hundred years ago, the great master Da Guo was mighty, and with one kick, he crushed an 'Abandoned Seed'. And three hundred years later, there are still people imitating him - you don't want it, give it to me, I'll even pay for it, no matter how much money."

  I guess his mind is on most people's minds in the scene.

  The monk didn't care, glanced at the direction where Pei Ning and others left with a smile, and flew away, getting farther and farther.

  A group of people were stunned, and the atmosphere that had been built up instantly dissipated.

  The "wild tribes" no longer exist, and these people will not lightly come into conflict with a monk who can roam the heavens.

  Fu Xueqing suddenly furrowed his brow: "Who does this person look like to you?"

  Guang Han also recognized him and sighed: "He is Mo Jun A Luo."

  The crowd suddenly fell silent for a long time before bursting into a cacophony of discussions.

  "It can't be, Mo Jun A Luo three hundred years ago, after a battle with the Great Country Master Yang Jing Ting, disappeared without a trace. Some people say that he didn't fall, but was sealed by the Great Country Master, his life and death unknown."

  "With silver hair and a jade-like complexion, wearing a red robe that reaches to the ground, this cultivator who is likely to enter the gate of longevity and eternal vision can't be anyone else but Demon King Aro."

  With a single sentence from Guang Han, everyone shuddered and felt grateful - wherever Mo Jun A Luo passed by, there were always corpses scattered all over the ground and white bones covering the earth; they were able to survive, which was truly a stroke of luck among strokes of luck.

  The monks were disheartened, what was Yang Yunqiu doing? He was absorbing some memory fragments.

  This barren land is indeed as people think, a great cultivator's legacy on how to step into the gate of longevity and long vision, but these are not the most important. The most important thing is that this cultivator is the true master of the future base.

  That is the one, with a reputation so great that it defies heaven, for three hundred years, known to people as the great national master Yang Jingtian.

  ...is also Yang Yunqiu's father, her real father.

  Yang Yunqiu's eyes felt dry and her tears couldn't come out, she only felt like there was a fire burning in her heart - "Having a father who is hundreds of years old and can be considered an ancestor, this feeling is really subtle."

  Yang Jingting was left with only a faint shadow, sitting upright in Yang Yunqiu's soul. The two people were indeed similar in appearance, with seven or eight points of resemblance, and had the same beautiful eyebrows and eyes, as well as an outstanding temperament.

  He was very calm, looking at his son with a smile: "In the future, cultivation must be taken seriously, don't be like me, unwilling to pay attention to merit, merit is a good thing, it can save your life in critical moments."

  "Don't even think about avenging me, no matter what the reason. Your father I died in a worthy manner, loyal to the country. Besides, the previous emperor is gone, without leaving behind even a root or sprout, what revenge can be taken? If you can keep your life safe and protect...your foster mother, that's already quite good."

  "Don't cry, you're so old and still crying like a child." Yang Jingting burst out laughing. "You should know now that your dad is also an earthling, born in 1955, lived for thirty years, died young, but unexpectedly didn't die after all, and went to the present day of Yan Guo's tens of millions of years later."

  "If I were living in the 21st century, I would have known that my experiences could transcend this word, but back then I didn't understand. If it weren't for my unyielding determination, I would have gone mad, after hundreds of years of hardship, I finally returned home. Now that I've fallen, I have no regrets."

  "...Don't think of yourself as an outcast, your old man spent nearly a thousand years searching for the way back home with all his might, finally found it, and even let you be born smoothly, unfortunately, the bond between father and son is not enough."

  Yang Yunqiu merged with her father's legacy of 'wild seedlings', and all the old things from that year were like personal experiences, for a moment the blood was boiling, but this time she endured it hard, not saying a word, only listening to the old man muttering, until the residual soul dissipated.

  "When I traversed the dimensional wall, some operations were not proper, and it may have brought unnecessary trouble to Earth. If you have the opportunity, help deal with it and make amends for your father's sake, which is also your duty."

  Yang Yunqiu closed her eyes and felt that for some reason, her heart was empty and aching, as if she had died at this moment, but she didn't feel anything.

  Their spirits merged, and the past reappeared. The Yang family's tragic extermination case from back then, the raging fire that could not be extinguished had burned for four days and nights, and the charred bones of over 300 people seemed to have drowned him all at once. He could no longer distinguish who he was - was he Yang Jingtian, the father, or Yang Yunqiu, the son?

  If he were Yang Yunqiu, an ordinary being in a big city on Earth, or the orphan of the Great National Master, with excellent innate abilities and a deep blood feud as a cultivator?

  He had actually sensed that something was off, Yang Yunqiu from Yan Guo and the Yang Yunqiu from Earth were homonyms with the same name and surname, looking exactly alike, and having similar temperaments, saying it was a coincidence would be too far-fetched.

  It's rare for ordinary people to encounter such a strange event that only happens in novels, so who would still bother to investigate thoroughly?

  But it turned out that before he was born, he suffered a severe injury and his body was close to death. Originally, he should not have been able to be born, but his cheap father manipulated things and split his soul in two. One half was born normally, while the other half used his father's flesh and blood to create another body, which was raised under Zhou Lan Zhi's name.

  One Yang Yunqiu turned into two, no wonder he would inexplicably travel through time and space.

  It was just that back then, the soul had split into two people. Now, under the influence of being pulled together, their souls merged. But that's not all - his spirit also carried a hint of his father's aura, which he found somewhat unpalatable.

  Lying for half a day, Yang Yunqiu suddenly remembered something: "...... After talking for half a day, Dad, you still haven't told me who my mother is."

  Zhou Lan Zhi was just his adoptive mother, grandma said that his real mom passed away after giving birth to him... Since his cheap dad said that he suffered a great blow before he was born, it seems that the death of his mother might be true.

  "Yang Yunqiu, Yang Yunqiu!"

  He didn't know how long he had been silent, but someone beside him kept calling his name nonstop.

  As soon as Yang Yunqiu opened his eyes, he slightly softened his expression. This place was really familiar, and when he saw the doll rolling on his shoulder, chubby and cute, he knew it was this little guy playing tricks.

  Feng Ning knelt beside him, using her spiritual power to help him unblock his meridians. Perhaps due to the great consumption of energy, her face was as white as snow, looking somewhat haggard.

  Situ Changfeng sat not far away, with a face full of depression and resentment.

  Yang Yunqiu smiled and pushed away Fu Ning's hand: "Will your adoptive father be very angry?"

  "He's my adoptive father." Fu Ning sighed, "Nothing will happen to me, you should worry about yourself. If you want to fully integrate into the Wild Clan, it'll take at least two years. In those two years, you're a delicious pastry that anyone would want to take a bite of."

  "Where will we need two years? If we can't find a way out, we'll freeze to death here. Even if we do find a way out, who knows how many cultivators are waiting outside to tear that kid apart? Two fists can't contend with four legs, can you still hold on?"

  At this moment, the three of them did not know that a demon king suddenly appeared, seemingly intentionally drawing all the hatred onto himself and relieving Yang Yinquiu from the siege.

  In response to Fu Ning's reminder, Yang Yunqiu smiled and shook her head: "The road is not difficult to distinguish, I know it. After sending you out, seeing my mother, I will return to the forest to retreat, and wait until everything ends before speaking again."

  Fu Ning and Situ Changfeng both understood his meaning, so they didn't say much. If the two of them didn't show up for a long time, there might be trouble. Yang Yunqiu also didn't delay, letting Wa Wa lead the way, easily breaking through the maze, and leaving together.

  After walking for a while and leaving the base area, the road finally cleared up, and both Fu Ning and Si Tu let out a sigh of relief.

  Just as they were walking, a white crane flew from afar and landed in front of Fu Ning. The three of them were startled, and then they heard someone shouting from the distance: "Is that Young Master?"

  Fu Ning was taken aback, furrowing his brow. "It's Liu Guan... how did he get here?" He lowered his voice and spoke to Yang Yunqiu, "Liu Guan is my godfather's trusted aide, a sixth-rank cultivator. His spiritual powers aren't particularly impressive, but his control over them is exquisite, and he's an expert at investigation. Even my godfather has praised him - don't underestimate him. Try to keep your distance from him, don't let him get close to you."

  In just a few moments, an old man with white hair and beard, who was slightly shorter in stature but full of energy, appeared before him. Upon seeing Fu Ning, his face lit up with joy: "The young master is indeed here, the Grand Master was worried and specially ordered me to come and greet you."

  Feng Ning smiled and thanked him: "It's Feng Ning's fault for troubling Liu Guan Jia. Why, is it only Old Guan Jia who came?"

  "It's nothing, it's just that those little ones are too slow, and something seems to have happened over there, so I let them go take a look."

  This person seemed to have ignored Yang Yunqiu, simply greeting the two of them briefly, with his full attention on Fu Ning, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not injured.

  "Young master, it's good that you're safe. But isn't there a 'wild seedling' appearing over there? Why don't you go take a look? If it's real, we should bring it back to report to the Grand Master."

  "Liu Guan said." Fu Ning smiled, his expression warm and gentle. "I also sensed that something was off, I was just about to go take a look, but I accidentally got lost earlier. Let's go now."

  Cai Zhangfeng was grinning and making faces on the side, wanting Pei Ning to get rid of this old guy, but Pei Ning completely ignored him. Yang Yunqiu wasn't in a hurry either, keeping her head down and just following behind, not getting too close or being a nuisance.

  Although he spoke hastily, Liu Guan's pace was not very hasty as he walked. He kept chatting and laughing with Fu Ning, asking if he had eaten well or slept well, and didn't neglect Cai Tu either, occasionally exchanging a couple of words with Yang Yunqiu. However, his attention wasn't focused on him, which made Cai Longfeng's heart feel slightly more at ease.

  "Do you hear that? Can't you hear the sound of people up ahead?" Liu Guan suddenly stopped in his tracks, cocking his head to one side as if listening intently.

  Situ was startled and his heart skipped a beat. Fu Ning and Yang Yunqiu exchanged a glance, looking into the distance.

  The spirits of the three people were all focused on a distant place, and no one noticed that Liu Guan's hand suddenly appeared with a dagger, black and non-reflective, extremely sharp, with a hint of coldness in its edge, silently stabbing towards Yang Yunqiu's neck.

  As if feeling a dagger piercing his neck, blood gushing out, a faint flush of excitement appeared on his face.