460: Chapter 460 I'm back too late, far too late

Puyun the Immortal slowly turned his gaze.

Turning his head to look, it was actually a school.

At this moment, an awakening ceremony was taking place on the playground.

On the awakening stage stood a dazed, helpless young boy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, an E-rank talent! Wasn't he the top of his grade? How could he awaken such trash talent?"

"This kid is ruined!"

"Indeed, he's finished. His entire life is destroyed. An E-rank talent, plus living in the slums—this kid has started life on the hardest difficulty!"

Beside Puyun the Immortal, there were many parents at that moment; they had come to watch their children's awakening.

They clearly recognized the boy on the stage, Fang Hua.

Seeing that he had the lowest E-rank talent, their eyes were now filled with pity and sighs.

Suddenly.

A woman in a dirty worker's uniform erupted from the crowd.

"Shut your filthy mouths! My child is not a waste!"

"What's wrong with an E-rank talent? How is his life ruined?"

"Is becoming a Great Cultivator the only way for a life to be worth something?"

"My child can still start a family in the future, have his own career, and do things he loves. He just needs to work a bit harder, that's all."

"He's only fifteen; his life has only just begun!"

The woman was hysterical and forceful, her eyes slightly red.

The surrounding parents were intimidated by her intensity and scattered.

And as expected.

This woman was Fang Hua's mother.

Puyun the Immortal stared blankly at this scene, the wine flask in his hand slowly slipping away.

At this moment.

In this woman, he seemed to see his deceased mother.

For a moment.

Scene after scene began to flash before his eyes like a slideshow.

He stood dazed for a long time.

Only then did he regain his senses and walk toward the woman.

"You're right. So what if it's an E-rank talent? He can still have a career in the future. I believe in your child, because I was also an E-rank talent back then!"

Puyun the Immortal spoke calmly to the woman, his eyes holding a glimmer of determination.

The woman looked at Puyun the Immortal, feeling somewhat taken aback, then she frowned slightly.

"Thank you for your encouragement, but I don't think my child will walk the same path as you in the future."

"Young man, you have your health. Even if your talent isn't good, you can sell your labor, save some money, get married, and have children. Live a good life with a wife and kids on a warm bed."

"That's better than sleeping on the street as a hobo, isn't it?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Puyun the Immortal couldn't help but feel a bit stunned.

He realized it then.

His current appearance was completely unkempt, with disheveled hair and ragged clothes; he looked exactly like a vagrant.

In such a situation, the atmosphere was inevitably a bit awkward.

Immediately, Puyun the Immortal rubbed his head and quickly left the area.

When he reached the street corner, he looked back at the woman's departing figure.

Puyun the Immortal's clouded pupils were now gradually becoming clear.

"Is becoming a Great Cultivator the only way to be successful?"

"Must one be obsessed with cultivation?"

"After living so many years, I didn't see things as clearly as an ordinary woman."

Puyun the Immortal shook his head and murmured to himself, his face full of shame.

At this moment, he had finally reconciled with himself.

Cultivation is important, but it is not everything.

The fact that he couldn't break through to World Lord or Immortal didn't mean his future life was ruined.

With family and friends by his side, he could still live another kind of wonderful life.

"I should go back."

Taking a deep breath, Puyun the Immortal slowly looked toward the starry sky.

...

On the way back.

Puyun the Immortal thought of the encouragement and comfort his old friends and wife had given him. He felt deeply self-reproachful and anxious, not knowing if his past behavior had caused his loved ones and friends to lose all hope in him.

Especially his wife and two sons.

Over these years, he hadn't been a good husband or a good father; he had been a complete bastard.

He owed them far too much.

Now, he had prepared countless ways to admit his mistakes.

Seeing this, Li Fan couldn't help but sigh again.

Puyun the Immortal had only just woken up; it was a bit too late.

Fast forward.

Puyun the Immortal had now returned to the industrial district that used to belong to him.

However.

Everything had long since changed.

The properties that belonged to him had long disappeared.

His wife, children, and old friends were nowhere to be found.

After asking around, he learned the truth.

His properties had been seized by others over eight hundred years ago.

The controllers here had already changed dozens of times.

For a moment, Puyun the Immortal felt a sense of dread.

"Eight hundred years?"

He never expected time to fly so quickly.

This departure of his had lasted a total of over a thousand years!

Afterward.

He was like a madman, constantly searching for clues about his wife, children, and old friends.

But even after turning the place upside down, he couldn't get much useful information.

The only news he got was this:

In that industrial competition, he had lost a son.

Later, his wife sold all the remaining assets and left with their two sons.

"Where would Ningshuang go?"

Puyun the Immortal was anxious and desperate, sitting on a mountain of corpses belonging to the family that had stolen his property, staring helplessly at the vast starry sky.

He was now filled with immense regret. Even though his great revenge was settled, he was still in agony, regretting everything he had done before.

And soon.

He thought of a place.

Huo Chen Star.

The star where he had grown up from his humblest beginnings.

Immediately.

He quickly returned to Huo Chen Star.

...

The current Huo Chen Star was much more prosperous than when he lived there before.

But even though many things had changed, he still immediately found the manor from his and Xia Ningshuang's wedding.

They once had a very happy time here, and his two children were born here.

From the outside, except for becoming a bit more ancient, the manor looked exactly as it did when he lived there, and there were people living inside; it wasn't desolate.

Seeing this, Puyun the Immortal's first reaction was joy, because he sensed that some of the people living inside had his blood flowing through them.

This meant Xia Ningshuang and the others had indeed returned here; he hadn't guessed wrong.

Soon.

He met his other son, Liu Fu.

Because his cultivation wasn't high and he had old injuries, his entire being showed signs of old age.

The people living in the manor now were Liu Fu's descendants.

Liu Fu was the one in charge of this large family.

Looking at the suddenly appearing Puyun the Immortal, Liu Fu was stunned and couldn't believe it. His expression was very emotional, but soon, his face became extremely cold.

"Liu Xuan, you're late. My younger brother was killed over eight hundred years ago, and my mother passed away shortly after bringing me back. Years of high-intensity work led to illness from overwork, and she suffered incurable injuries during the struggle."

"As for me, I'm still alive, but I swore on the day my mother died that I am no longer your son. I have nothing to do with you."

"Actually, they originally had a chance to survive, but unfortunately you weren't there. At that time, you were probably lying in some garbage dump, lamenting why you couldn't become a World Lord or Immortal..."

"..."

Liu Fu addressed Puyun the Immortal by his name, Liu Xuan, giving him absolutely none of the respect due to a father, but he did tell Puyun the Immortal about some of the things that had happened over the years...

Regarding Liu Fu's attitude.

Puyun the Immortal did not dare to have the slightest complaint. He could completely understand; for this son, he felt only a sense of debt.

After listening to Liu Fu finish telling him about the events since he cut off contact with the family, Puyun the Immortal was already weeping uncontrollably, filled with regret.

He knew that he had indeed come back late.

Too late!

"My mother was a good woman, but she followed the wrong man. She said you would definitely come back, but unfortunately, she didn't see you until the moment she died."

"It's funny to say, but before she died, she even made me keep this manor and keep everything exactly as it was, saying she was afraid it would be too troublesome for you to find it when you returned. But so what if you're back? Can time be turned back?"

At this time, Liu Fu brought a box out from the house, and while speaking, he placed the box in front of Puyun the Immortal.

"This is what my mother left for you. Take it and go."

"You are not welcome here. Do not come here again."

With that, Liu Fu began to see the guest out.

To this, Puyun the Immortal hesitated to speak, but after seeing Liu Fu's cold and hostile expression, he said no more, holding the box as he slowly departed.