Chapter 75 Part 2: The Mended Regret [Extra]
For the next few months, the two had to be woken up in turns every night.
The snowball would even sleep during the day and be noisy at night. The two were either busy healing, that is, Lin Queli let Helan Xue transfer spiritual energy to him, while fumbling to take care of the child. Unknowingly, almost half a year had passed.
Soon, the snowball was one year old, and Lin Queli’s injuries had also healed.
During the one-year-old ceremony, the tribe prepared various props for the snowball. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the snowball chose a sword.
Lin Queli sighed. It was not unexpected.
This was his child’s destiny—to protect the world, his sword pointing to the sky.
The snowball held the small wooden sword carving he had just chosen, unable to part with it. And Helan Xue held the snowball and Lin Queli’s hand, and the family strolled in the mountains of the tribe, enjoying the breeze.
The new place chosen by the Tiandi tribe was in the deep mountains. The tribe’s houses were by a waterfall and a river. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a paradise, but…
Helan Xue asked, “A’Li, do you want to go back to the Myriad Sword Sect with me? The snowball will practice the sword and cultivate in the Myriad Sword Sect from a young age and become an upright and good man.”
Lin Queli thought to himself, Helan Xue should also go back.
He had asked Helan Xue, and Helan Xue had said that during this period, the Myriad Sword Sect was looked after by Shouyang, and he and Shouyang also had correspondence, so it was not a big problem, but…
Lin Queli lowered his eyes. “I don’t expect the snowball to have much of a presence. I just hope he is happy. I’m afraid he will be bullied when he returns to the Myriad Sword Sect.”
In the original novel, the Long Aotian had suffered all kinds of humiliation in the Righteous Path, especially in the Myriad Sword Sect.
Helan Xue: “With us here, who would dare to bully him?”
Lin Queli was silent for a long time and finally asked the question that had been puzzling him all along. He looked at Helan Xue’s eyes. “Are you really Taxue Xianzun?”
“Yes.”
“You are not.” Lin Queli was very sure. “Taxue Xianzun is not like this.”
Although the person before him did indeed have his Shizun’s aura, this change was too great, right?
At least Lin Queli was very sure that it was impossible for Helan Xue to have his desireless eyes replaced with tenderness and gentleness overnight. His eyes could not lie.
Although when Helan Xue spoke to A’Yu and the others, he was still the unapproachable, high and mighty Taxue Xianzun, but in front of him, he seemed to have changed into another person. The way he looked at him was not as a disciple in the past, but as… a lover and a husband.
Lin Queli broke free from his hand and lowered his head, murmuring, “This must be a dream… although I hope Shizun can be like this, Shizun will not be like this.”
The two were silent for a long time.
So long that the snowball fell asleep on Helan Xue’s shoulder, drooling on his shoulder.
Helan Xue sighed. “If I say I am from fifteen years in the future, A’Li, will you believe me?”
Ah…?
Lin Queli blinked.
He himself had transmigrated, so there was nothing unbelievable, but-but if this was true, could it be…
Lin Queli was in disbelief. “Are we also together in fifteen years?”
“Yes, you are my Daoist partner.”
Holy shit…
Lin Queli thought to himself, I’ve made it?
“But this is also…”
“You love to eat the fried chicken from your hometown on Thursdays.”
“Huh?”
What?
Helan Xue continued.
“Your favorite illusion play from your hometown is Inception.”
“You are a medical student in your hometown.”
“You like…”
Helan Xue outputted with no expression, as if he were counting his family treasures.
“Your favorite spring palace illusion play from your hometown is…”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, that’s enough, that’s enough! I believe! I believe!”
Lin Queli was on the verge of dying of shame. You don’t have to expose all my favorite plays, right?!
No… how did my future self even give up my underwear!
Playing so big?
The amount of information was too large. Lin Queli said with a tremble, “Then how did you come to this time…?”
“You will know in fifteen years.” Helan Xue looked at Lin Queli seriously and said, “I know you have many doubts now, but don’t be afraid. Allow me to go through it with you. I will slowly tell you our past and future.”
“A’Li, can you believe me?”
Lin Queli was still hesitating, but he met Helan Xue’s eyes.
Those golden eyes could hold the three realms and the common people, but at this moment, they could also hold him. So he was so mesmerized that he nodded his head as if possessed.
…
…
Three years later, the snowball… or rather, Helan Liyu, became famous throughout the world for being able to compose poems and defeat a Foundation Establishment cultivator with his sword at the age of three.
Everyone said that this was indeed the child of the Demon Lord and Taxue Xianzun, a stunning talent. The Myriad Sword Sect was not afraid of having no successors. They would probably laugh themselves awake in the middle of the night.
Only the people of the Myriad Sword Sect knew that they didn’t know if they would laugh themselves awake in the middle of the night, but it was possible to be woken up by anger.
For example—
“He! Lan! Li! Yu!”
Shouyang held his sword and chased the child all over the mountain. “Give back the scroll! I haven’t finished checking the accounts on it, you little brat!”
And for example—
“Helan Liyu, are you itching for a beating!”
Shui Yun’s face was covered in ink. The originally white-robed and elegant noble young master was now covered in ink. He waved his fan and chased while shouting, “Believe it or not, I’ll go and tell Shizun! Let him beat you!”
The child made a face and said, “My big daddy wouldn’t bear to hit me!”
“Then I’ll tell your little daddy!”
The child’s body trembled, and then as if he had thought of something, he regained his confidence. “But my little daddy has slipped down to eat pastries!”
“You!”
A chaotic scene.
…
…
Five years later, Helan Liyu had finally transformed from a little brat into a little brother.
The eight-year-old Helan Liyu’s cultivation had already broken through to the upper stage of the Golden Core. In the grand competition arena, he challenged the masses with his sword, and he was truly a stunning talent.
A child of this age was at the prime of learning.
The people of the Myriad Sword Sect had new worries.
For example—
“Brother, brother!”
The little boy surrounded the meditating Shouyang. “Can you spar with me one more time? I’ve thought of a way to break your move just now!”
And for example—
“Daddy!”
With a “thump,” the door of the Ice Cave Abode was pushed open. Helan Liyu said excitedly, “Big daddy, I took three full-strength moves from senior martial brother Shouyang today. Can I challenge you!”
The little boy held his sword, looking as if he were about to kill his father.
But the little boy saw his big daddy quickly get up from his little daddy and say coldly, “It’s very late. Come back tomorrow.”
Little daddy lay prostrate on the stone bed, his face still a little red.
The little boy was stunned and said with concern, “Is little daddy injured?”
“…”
Lin Queli gritted his teeth and stood up with a cold face. “Helan Liyu, I’ll count to three. If you don’t disappear, I’ll beat you! One…”
The next moment, the young boy immediately slipped away.
…
And after another eight years, the young boy finally became an adult.
He had shed all his childishness and become steady and responsible. As soon as he became an adult, he took over the Myriad Sword Sect.
After his coming-of-age ceremony, the next day, Helan Liyu woke up and found several letters on his bedside.
That’s great, you’re finally an adult, sob, sob, sob… baby, your big daddy and I are going down the mountain to play. We’re going to visit your Uncle A’Yu.
—Your loving little daddy
I’m leaving. You can handle the affairs of the Myriad Sword Mountain slowly.
—Shouyang
Hahahaha, the tables have turned. You little rascal have your day too! Feel the pain of being an adult! I’m going to travel the four seas!
—Shui Yun
Helan Liyu looked at these letters, at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.
These elders are really…
But they always said they were going here and there, but they would come back to the Myriad Sword Sect in a short while.
For no other reason…
—Because the Myriad Sword Sect was their home.
And at the foot of the mountain, Helan Xue held Lin Queli’s hand and stepped down the steps of the Myriad Sword Mountain.
“A’Li.”
“Hmm?”
“I have a secret to tell you.”
The wind and snow gently caressed them, rolling up the snowflakes around them.
Helan Xue felt his vision gradually blur.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself suddenly back in the inn room.
“Shizun…”
Helan Xue looked at Lin Queli’s appearance before him and couldn’t help but chuckle.
He was back.
Lin Queli stared at Helan Xue in a daze. “I had a dream…”
Helan Xue paused. “What dream did A’Li have?”
“Mmm…” Lin Queli shrank into Helan Xue’s embrace and said softly, “It was a very beautiful dream.”
He thought Helan Liyu would also have this dream.
“Shizun, what’s the secret you wanted to tell me?”
Helan Xue whispered in Lin Queli’s ear.
Lin Queli’s ears turned slightly red. He closed his eyes and chuckled.
“Me too.”
The evening wind gently caressed outside the window, and the bright moon hung high.
And the bright moon is forever.
