Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains, sheer cliffs and ancient trees reaching the sky.
A solitary Taoist Temple stood atop the mountain, amidst the clouds.
In front of the temple stood two people.
An old man and a young man.
"Lin Feng, ten years have passed. You have become invincible in the mortal world. You can descend the mountain now."
The old man's voice was weathered.
"If you want to hit me, just say so."
Lin Feng looked at the old man with eyes full of resentment.
The old man was silent for a moment, then said, "Actually, hitting you is for your own good!"
"Heh..."
Lin Feng sneered at the words, not responding.
"Lin Feng, do you hate me?"
The old man suddenly asked.
"I used to hate you a lot! And now?"
"Now it doesn't matter anymore. Ten years have passed, and saying this means nothing."
"Yes, it's meaningless! How many decades does one have in life..."
"Time is like a knife, cutting down the proud."
"As strong as I am, I still couldn't reach that unattainable other side."
The old man sighed.
He struggled to lift his head, looking at the distant sky.
At this moment, the sun was setting, the dusk descending.
The evening glow mingled with the clouds, casting a beautiful sheen over the vast forest.
"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's near dusk."
The old man sighed again and said: "Lin Feng, can you call me Master just once?"
Lin Feng lowered his head, the same cold smile still on his lips.
The old man seemed accustomed to it, continuing to speak to himself. "Lin Feng, what do you think the Immortal Realm is like?
Lin Feng, I want to eat dumplings.
Lin Feng, my tooth hurts..."
The scene gradually quieted down.
Whoo~
The evening breeze blew gently, bringing a slight chill.
For a long while.
Lin Feng sensed something was wrong and looked up at the old man.
Only to find that at some point, the old man had closed his eyes, with no breath left.
Seeing this, Lin Feng suddenly grabbed the old man's body, speaking coldly: "You just want to trick me into going down the mountain, then find an excuse to hit me, right? Why go to the extent of pretending to be dead?"
But...
No matter how much Lin Feng spoke, the old man no longer responded, His face gradually turning purple, his body growing cold.
The emaciated body weighed less than eighty pounds, no longer having the immortal-like appearance of the past.
***
Memories slowly surfaced in his mind.
Ten years ago.
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Lin Feng was only 22, just graduated from college.
To fulfill a promise to his girlfriend, he traveled alone by car to YunChuan, to meet her parents.
Unexpectedly, he encountered this mysterious old man on the way.
The old man said he had an Innate Spirit Body, a good seedling for cultivation.
Then, ignoring his objections, forcibly took him to this remote mountain.
And he stayed for ten years!
During these ten years,
The old man subjected him to the harshest training in the world.
Every day before dawn, he had to get up to cultivate.
At seven, practice fists, At ten, practice legs, At twelve, practice sword, At fourteen, practice Eye Cultivation Art, At eighteen, practice Array Refining Art, At twenty-one, practice Alchemy Art.
After midnight, start Breath-Gathering Technique.
Day after day, year after year.
For ten years, he tried countless times to escape, to leave this place, to go home.
But each time, he was easily caught by the old man and given a beating!
The most severe time, he almost lost half his life.
Although Immortal Cultivation is a great opportunity, Lin Feng didn't care at all.
His girlfriend was still waiting for him to propose, his elderly parents and young sister were waiting for him to earn money to support the family.
How could he stay here?
But no matter how he pleaded, the old man remained unmoved.
He once subtly suggested wanting to send a message home, even knelt and begged, but the old man didn't agree.
Instead, after a beating, coldly said: "Immortal cultivation goes against the heavens, you must sever all worldly ties! Lin Feng, unless I die, you'll never leave the mountain!"
***
From that moment, Lin Feng harbored a deep hatred for the old man before him!
He trained diligently every day, hoping to soon surpass the old man, to tear him apart, to quench the hatred in his heart.
And so, ten years passed in a blink!
He had trained hard for ten years, not waiting for the day to surpass the old man, but for this scene.
At this moment, Lin Feng felt empty inside.
Not as happy as imagined, nor as angry, just a calm without waves.
Or, perhaps numbness is more fitting.
It seemed that these ten years of persistence were so laughable.
The evening wind blew stronger, the temperature in the mountains seemed to suddenly drop below freezing.
Lin Feng silently buried the old man.
Then stood and turned, his melancholy eyes looking at the distant green mountains.
No one could understand his feelings at this moment.
For a long time, a long time...
"Didn't expect you to really die this time!
Your body will slowly dissipate, becoming eternal, like grains of sand in the desert, in a sense, perhaps this is also a form of immortality.
This farewell, never to meet again!"
Lin Feng ultimately couldn't call out that word, Master.
Or perhaps, what meaning does it have now?
He summoned his long sword, transforming into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.
At this moment, if any cultivator were present, they would be utterly shocked.
Unimaginable, in this Age of Dharma Decline, someone could actually perform Sword Flight!
***
Half an hour later, Lin Feng finally returned to his hometown from memory.
His hometown was located on the outskirts of Jinling City, Jiangnan Province.
And the home he longed for was just a simple little house.
In front of the house was a small pond, with willows swaying by the pond.
"So... nothing has changed!"
Looking at the familiar scene before him, Lin Feng's deep eyes finally grew moist.
After ten years, returning to his homeland.
Even with his current state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a pang, wanting to cry.
In the mountains, how many days and nights had he dreamed of such a scene...
Dreamed of swimming in the pond as a child, Dreamed of the human world, Dreamed of the green... people still the same
"These ten years, I've disappeared without a trace, Mom and Dad probably think I'm dead by now?
And my sister, when I left, she was only nine, I wonder if she's in college now!
The old man said cultivation is a path to immortality, to sever all worldly ties, but if you sever these closest people, what's the purpose of cultivation?"
Lin Feng exhaled a long breath of turbid qi, steadying his chaotic thoughts.
All these years, wasn't he waiting for this moment?
Just then, a terrified cry suddenly came from inside the house:
"I was wrong! I don't want the demolition compensation anymore! I was wrong, I know I was wrong!
Woo woo woo, no... no... Slap! Be honest!"
***
Hearing this terrified voice, Lin Feng's expression changed drastically.
This was Little Yao's voice?
His sister was being assaulted??
"Damn it!!!"
Lin Feng's expression was icy cold.
His body almost seemed to teleport, rushing towards the door of the house!
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