666: Don’t you want to be a teacher anymore? (3k)

As the scene changed, in a blur, tens of thousands of years seemed to have passed.

“Son, you’ve finally come back.”

In a daze, Lin Yang heard his mother calling him.

When he opened his eyes, he was back home.

Only this time, his mother, Zhang Fang, was in her twilight years, her end drawing near.

“Mom?” Lin Yang could hardly believe his eyes.

He vaguely remembered that he was doing something very important, but how did he inexplicably return home, and his mother was at the end of her days?

“Son, to have you return in my final moments, I can die in peace.”

His mother, Zhang Fang, reached out and stroked his cheek, her breath suddenly starting to falter.

“Mom, Mom!”

Lin Yang immediately grew anxious, not daring to think too much, and instantly used all his power to try and extend her Life.

But, everything was in vain.

His mother, Zhang Fang, passed away with a smile in front of him.

“Mom!!”

Lin Yang wept bitterly.

At this moment, He Fatty, also in his twilight years, walked over and patted him on the shoulder:

“Lin Yang, you cultivate too fast, and we can never keep up with your pace. Don’t be too sad; this is all destined. After we are gone, you must live well and not let Aunt Zhang and us worry.”

With that, the last breath He Fatty was holding on to also began to fade, and then he, too, passed away.

“No, He Fatty!”

Lin Yang’s heart ached. Watching his loved ones pass away one by one was unbearable for him.

His mother, Zhang Fang, He Fatty and his father, Zhao Zizhen, and others, all passed away one after another after seeing him one last time.

Lin Yang buried them one by one, then sat on the grave, motionless.

At this moment, he felt as if he had lost the meaning of living.

His past struggles, his efforts to become stronger, weren't they all to make his mother and others live better, have longer Lives?

But now, despite all his efforts, he could only helplessly watch them leave one by one.

He felt an unprecedented weariness.

A wave of sleepiness suddenly hit him.

“It wouldn’t be bad to just sleep forever like this.”

Lin Yang thought, his consciousness beginning to blur.

“Son, son, what’s wrong with you? Wake up!”

“Lin Yang, wake up quickly!”

“Lin, Lin...”

After an unknown period, in a daze, Lin Yang heard the urgent calls of his mother, He Fatty, and Zhao Zizhen and others.

He forced his eyes open, and what greeted him were faces full of concern and familiar visages.

“Mom? He Fatty? Dean Zhao... You’re all, not dead??”

Lin Yang was stunned.

He remembered, hadn't his mother and the others already died?

He had even buried them himself.

But now... what was going on?

“Lin Yang, what nonsense are you talking about? When did we die?”

He Fatty was the first to speak, frowning slightly.

Zhang Fang even patted Lin Yang’s head: “Did you have a nightmare while sleeping, you brat? Dreamed that we died?”

“Sleeping? Nightmare?” Lin Yang murmured.

“Yes, you’ve been sleeping for several days, and you kept calling our names in your dream. It gave us quite a scare.”

Zhang Fang nodded and handed him a bowl of porridge: “You’ve been sleeping for days, your lips are dry. You must be thirsty. Drink this porridge first to regain some strength, and Mom will go cook for you.”

Lin Yang subconsciously took the porridge, still somewhat puzzled.

Someone of his strength actually slept?

And for several days?

“Lin Yang, you must have been too tired outside. Once you came back and relaxed, you just fell asleep.”

While he was puzzled, He Fatty leaned over and whispered.

“Outside?”

Lin Yang murmured.

He always felt as if he had forgotten something important.

“Yes, you’ve been outside for a long time. You’re finally back.”

He Fatty continued to speak softly:

“Looking at how tired you are, why don’t you just stay home from now on? Although our cultivation can’t keep up with yours, we’ve also gained a lot of Life. Don’t work too hard for us.”

“This...”

Lin Yang paused, always feeling that something was not quite right.

But for a moment, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

However, the pain of his mother and others dying earlier was incredibly clear.

This made Lin Yang hesitate for a moment and say, “Alright, then I’ll stay home for now.”

Since his mother and the others were not dead, he naturally wanted to spend more time with them.

“That’s great, Lin Yang. Aunt Zhang will surely be very happy to know you’re not leaving again.”

Upon hearing this, He Fatty clapped his hands happily and turned to tell Zhang Fang.

Not long after, Zhang Fang also came in and softly said:

“Son, it’s good that you’ve come to your senses. Your mother doesn’t ask for you to be mighty; she just wants you to be safe and sound. Stay home from now on, and Mom will cook delicious food for you!”

“Okay, Mom!” Lin Yang obediently replied.

Whatever happened before, whether it was a dream or anything else, now that he had the chance to be with his family again, he didn't want to think too much about it.

Unconsciously, several years passed.

These past few years, Lin Yang had felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

Every day was spent accompanying his mother and the others, without having to think about cultivation or any other pressures.

Life seemed to go on forever like this.

But in his heart, as time went on, he increasingly felt that he had something even more important to do.

“Outside, where exactly is outside? Where exactly did I come back from? Why do I still want to go outside??”

A few more years passed, and Lin Yang gently rubbed his head with one hand. He always felt that there was something crucial outside that he needed to go to.

But no matter who he asked, they only told him that he had returned from outside, but never told him what kind of place outside was.

“Something’s not right, very not right.”

Lin Yang began to re-examine everyone and everything around him.

Real.

Incredibly real.

“Son, are you starting to overthink things again? Stop thinking so much, isn’t it good to just stay with Mom forever?”

Just as Lin Yang felt his head was about to burst from thinking, his mother, Zhang Fang, walked in, and seeing his appearance, she quickly said with concern.

“Mom, I also want to be with you forever, but I always feel like there’s something more important I need to do, yet I can never remember what it is!”

Lin Yang was in great pain.

“If you can’t remember, then it means that important thing isn’t as important as you think. Promise Mom you won’t think about it anymore, okay? Just stay with Mom and Amin forever.” Zhang Fang comforted him softly.

“Mom, I...”

Lin Yang still wanted to say something, but Zhang Fang raised her hand to stop him:

“Don’t say so much, promise Mom, okay? Just stay here forever, alright?”

“Mom, I... Okay, I pro...”

Seeing his mother, Zhang Fang’s pleading look, Lin Yang’s heart softened, and he was about to agree.

But the next instant, his head suddenly began to ache, and then a wisp of memory invaded.

Suddenly, he pushed Zhang Fang’s hand away: “Mom, you, you’re not my mom, and this isn’t home!”

Zhang Fang was clearly stunned: “Silly boy, what are you saying? If this isn’t home, where is it? If Mom isn’t Mom, then who is she?”

“Mom... I remembered something. I need to go outside. I must go!”

Lin Yang looked at Zhang Fang. He remembered that he was undergoing tribulation.

Everything here must be fake!

But the next instant, seeing him about to leave, his mother, Zhang Fang, immediately became teary-eyed: “Son, don’t you want Mom anymore?”

Lin Yang’s heart instantly ached.

At the same time, another Bai Pang figure suddenly walked in, smiling at Lin Yang:

“My precious disciple, why didn’t you greet your master when you came home? Your master only just found out you were back. Why are you in such a hurry to go somewhere again?”

This Bai Pang figure was none other than the White Fatty Old Man, Zhu Cang.

Upon seeing this Bai Pang figure and that Bai Pang and benevolent face, Lin Yang’s brain went momentarily blank. The things he had just remembered instantly vanished again.

The memory that had briefly flooded his mind began to dissipate again.

The next instant, Lin Yang rushed over, hugged the White Fatty Old Man, and choked out a cry:

“Master, you’re not dead either?!”

“Oh, you brat, what kind of talk is that? Am I not perfectly fine right here?”

The White Fatty Old Man was somewhat puzzled and scolded him with a smile.

“But, I clearly remember you died outside to save me before,” Lin Yang couldn’t help but say.

“Died outside? What are you talking about?”

The White Fatty Old Man tilted his head slightly, his face full of confusion, and then, as if remembering something, he smiled at Lin Yang:

“Oh, you mean that thing. Your master remembers. At that time, it was actually your master’s clone that died. Your master’s true body has always been in a very safe place. Although the clone died, isn’t your master’s true body still perfectly fine?”

“Really... really?” Lin Yang was a little hesitant.

“Haha, of course, it’s true. Would your master lie to you?”

The White Fatty Old Man laughed heartily, then patted Lin Yang, and softly said:

“You must be too tired from being outside. Promise your master, will you stay and keep your master company?”

“Master, I...”

Lin Yang opened his mouth, about to agree again.

But his head suddenly throbbed slightly again, and some more memories took the opportunity to flood in.

In an instant, Lin Yang understood some more things.

He looked at the White Fatty Old Man in front of him, his eyes instantly reddening: “Master!”

“Why are you crying? Did something happen, or did someone bully my precious disciple? Tell your master, and your master will go get revenge for you!”

The White Fatty Old Man also reached out and hugged Lin Yang, then patted his back.

These words and actions made Lin Yang’s eyes even wetter.

Even though, at this moment, he knew this was all unreal, he still couldn’t help but feel the surging emotions within him.

“Master, I’m fine, no one bullied me. I just missed you too much!”

Lin Yang wiped the corner of his eyes, speaking in a low voice.

“You brat, you only know how to say these happy words to please your master!” The White Fatty Old Man laughed heartily and said, “Your master misses my precious disciple very much too.”

“Master.” Lin Yang looked at the White Fatty Old Man, speechless for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” The White Fatty Old Man asked with concern.

“Master, thank you!” Lin Yang gently hugged the White Fatty Old Man again, “Thank you for your love and care, but I, I have to go.”

“Still going? Don’t you want your master anymore?” The White Fatty Old Man suddenly spoke, and his words made Lin Yang’s heart ache sharply again.

“Master, I...”

For a moment, Lin Yang was speechless, tempted to say he would stay a little longer.

But, the only wisp of clarity in his mind still kept his last shred of rationality:

“Master, please forgive your unfilial disciple!”

He bowed deeply to the White Fatty Old Man.

Then, he turned abruptly.

He was afraid that if he didn’t leave now, he would never be able to leave at all.

Because this was not home.

It was the illusion of the Heart Tribulation.

“My precious disciple!”

Just as Lin Yang completely stepped out of the house, the White Fatty Old Man’s voice rang out behind him:

“Remember, if you encounter any trouble outside, come find your master anytime. Your master will always protect you!”

“If you’re tired, come back anytime!”

Lin Yang’s steps involuntarily paused. He resisted the urge to turn back and stay forever, nodded sharply, and stepped out of the house. (End of Chapter)