Chapter 2

Trapped in the sea, An Huainan felt his internal organs were being crushed to the point of bleeding. He tried to open his eyes underwater, but the overwhelming force of the waves rendered his efforts futile. He was suffering from hypoxia, hypoxia, and extreme hypoxia. His brain was spinning, and he tried to grasp something, but nothing held. Even his entire body was unstable.

"Huainan."

In a trance, he seemed to hear his mother calling him, "You have to be strong."

"Mother."

Didn't Mom leave? How could she be here? An Huainan looked at his mother, who looked like she did before Dad's accident, and was a little confused. But when he saw his mother, he walked up to her excitedly and hugged her tightly.

"You've suffered during the days your father and I were away."

His mother hugged him tightly and touched the top of his head like she did when he was a child.

"Huainan."

At some point, Dad stood beside Mom, looking at him with a loving face.

"You've done a great job. The person Dad feels most sorry for in his life is you."

"Dad, don't say that."

An Huainan, who stood 5 feet 4 inches tall, actually cried like a child in front of his parents. If Teacher Yang saw this, she would be shocked. An Huainan had never been seen to show any emotion. Part of his emotions were taken away with the death of his parents, and another part was lost with her departure.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much. I want to stay with you."

An Huainan lowered his head and acted like a spoiled child.

"No, Huainan, you're still young and have more important things to do. Mom and Dad will always be here waiting for you, so you don't have to rush over to be with us. Don't worry, we're doing well." Dad said, patted his shoulder, and then took his right hand. "Take it."

A hard object suddenly appeared in An Huainan's hand, and that object actually pricked An Huainan. An Huainan suddenly opened his eyes from the water, and found that the surrounding area was full of water plants and various stones. Did it sink to the bottom of the sea?

"Who dares to disturb my sleep?"

A childish voice suddenly sounded, and the thing in Huainan's hand emitted a dazzling light.

A huge bubble expanded in front of An Huainan, eventually forming a barrier as big as a house. An Huainan felt his body lighten, all the pressure disappeared, and he fell heavily to the ground. He could breathe again!

"You woke me up?"

A little blue-haired boy stood in front of me out of nowhere, looking grumpy.

"This God has been trapped in this sea for thousands of years, bored to death. I finally managed to get some sleep, but you woke me up right after I fell asleep. What crime do you think you deserve?"

The little boy questioned seriously.

An Huainan climbed up, and just as his palm touched the ground, he was cut by something. The piercing pain made him retract his hand. Only then did he see clearly that his father had stuffed a conch into his hand.

"What?"

An Huainan picked it up and placed it in front of him to examine it carefully.

"How dare you! Those are my things. Give them back to me."

The little boy was a little anxious, but for some reason he didn't come up to grab it. An Huainan looked at the little boy, then looked at the surrounding environment, and realized that this thing was very important to him, so he put it in his trouser pocket.

"you!"

"This is what my father gave me. Does that mean it's yours?"

An Huainan looked as if it was a matter of course, but inside he was nervous. He remembered that he fell into the sea to save Zhao Song. How could so many strange things happen? If these things were true, then there was only one possibility: he died and entered another world.

After all, Teacher An, who has been teaching and educating people for so many years and has been brainwashed by Marxist materialism, is still unable to accept that all this can happen in the present world.

Damn it! The blue-haired boy was furious, but he still didn’t dare to step forward and take back the conch he had hidden.

If it weren't for the fact that three thousand years ago, when he had just achieved great success in his cultivation and failed to control his magical power, causing the surrounding villages to be severely damaged, he would not have been imprisoned by the Dragon King within this conch shell to reflect on his mistakes, and was also forbidden from touching mortals. If touched by a mortal, that mortal would become his master, and he would be bound to serve them until they died and entered the cycle of reincarnation before he could regain his freedom.

Because his true body is in the conch, he cannot leave the conch too far away for too long, otherwise his body will be damaged and he will no longer be able to be a god.

What appeared in front of An Huainan now was just a wisp of his soul.

"Am I dead?"

An Huainan looked around for a long time and suddenly said this.

The blue-haired boy suddenly laughed. It turned out that this person didn't know that he had saved him and thought he was dead.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly came up with an idea.

"Yes, you are dead."

The little boy put on a serious expression and said, "I am the devil who is here to take you to hell."

"I just saw my parents. Can you take me to see them again?"

An Huainan's father unfortunately died in a car accident when he was in junior high school. His mother could not bear the blow and suffered a serious heart disease. In his senior year of high school, she finally succumbed to the blow and followed his father.

Therefore, since high school, An Huainan grew up relying on the help of kind-hearted people and class teachers, which also planted the seed of becoming a teacher to help more people in his heart.

"You can't see them now." The little boy felt a little guilty. Of course he couldn't see them. He wasn't dead yet.

"Cough, cough." Seeing An Huainan looking at him with a puzzled expression, the little boy coughed twice to save face.

"That's right, it's you." The little boy looked at An Huainan and raised his face. "Do you have any other wishes you want to fulfill?"

"No." An Huainan shook his head.

"Really?" The little boy was a little anxious. He suddenly floated over and touched An Huainan's forehead with a finger, "Let me try it out."

“Liar!”

The little boy shouted, "You clearly like that girl, and you've kept her in your heart for so many years. Your love for her is about to dye your entire soul red!"

That girl? An Huainan felt something strange in his heart. He knew who the little river god was talking about.

"She's doing well now, she probably doesn't need me anymore."

"If you don't try, how do you know she doesn't need you anymore?"

The little boy continued to rage, "I hate people like you the most. If there's anything you don't communicate properly, and instead keep everything in your heart, do you think you can solve everything? That's hilarious."

He thought of his mother, who was also a mortal and raised him in the human world.

When he was a child, he never saw his father.

When playing with other children, he was always the one who was bullied. Almost everyone laughed at him for not having a father.

He was very sad and went to his mother crying, but his mother just patted his head and told him that he had a father who worked far away.

Until one day, he was bullied by the other kids so badly that his resentment built up. Somehow, the spiritual power in his body was triggered, but he didn't know how to control it, so he threw all the kids around him out at once.

The children went home crying with bruised faces and noses. When they came back, they brought their parents to surround their doorsteps.

When he returned home, he saw his mother standing humbly in the crowd, apologizing to everyone and paying a large sum of medical expenses.

That day, his mother cried and he cried too.

He cried and asked his mother for his father. Other children had fathers to support them, so why didn't he have one?

After a while, a strange man came to the house. He had just come back from school and stood at the door, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"What are you doing back here?"

"I've already said that I want to draw a clear line between us."

"After so many years, I would have remarried long ago. Go quickly, my husband will be back soon."

It was my mother's voice. Who was that strange man on the other side? How could my mother lie? She had never remarried.

"Qing'er——"

The man suddenly spoke up, "I know my father did something very cruel to you, but you have to believe me. I promise that when I become great, I will take you to a place where no one can find us."

It's his father!

The little river god ran in happily, threw himself into the man's arms, and called out sweetly, "Dad!"

The man looked at him, somewhat shocked. Then, seeing his facial features that were extremely similar to his own, he suddenly understood something.

"Qing'er, is this my child?"

When the mother saw the little river god, she turned away without saying a word.

"Child, my child."

The man picked up the little river god, surprised and happy.

"He's your child. Anyway, he can't be kept in this mortal world. Just take him with you and teach him how to cultivate."

Mom looked at them and said coldly.

"Mom, don't you want me anymore?"

The little river god jumped down from his father's arms and tried to hug his mother's thighs, but was pushed away by his mother.

"You are so naughty and always cause trouble for your mother. I don't want you anymore. Go with your father."

After saying that, she kicked the father and son out of the house.

“Mom, Mom—”

The little river god was shouting desperately outside.

"Qing'er, don't be like this—"

I shouted for a long time, but my mother didn't open the door.

Later, he followed his father back to Jiulong River to practice martial arts.

Later, he returned to the small village to look for his mother, but he couldn't find her.

The Earth God explained that his mother was just a mortal, dead and reborn. He held a pile of clothes, all hand-sewn by his mother. He also shared his mother's last words: mortals have limited lives, and she wasn't destined to be with him forever. She told him to study the techniques with his father and become a useful immortal.

His mother also said that she loved him very much, but that humans and immortals were destined to have different paths, and asked him not to hate her. Furthermore, even immortals couldn't interfere with the karma of mortals, so she hoped that the father and son would stop looking for her and let her enter the cycle of reincarnation peacefully.

The little river god thought that his mother was a fool. How could she decide alone on matters that should be decided by two or even three people? Hiding in her heart what she meant by "it's for the good of others" was truly the most shameful behavior of human beings.

I just think I'm doing something good for others.

"If you'd like, I can help you."

The little boy put on a cocky look.

"I can create a dream for you two, just like a game, but I have to decide the mechanics. However, we have to bet on something, otherwise it won't be fun."

"I don't think I have anything to bet on." An Huainan smiled bitterly, "Except my life."

The little boy's eyes rolled. If he lost this life and drew out his soul, he would no longer be considered a mortal. Since his life span had not yet ended, the underworld would not care so much. As long as he took good care of his body, he could still be his younger brother, which was not impossible.

"Deal. Let's make a bet on whether you can win her heart by going back in time, how about that?"

"Win her heart?" An Huainan hesitated.

She was too dazzling and too beautiful to him. The most beautiful adjectives in the world were not an exaggeration to describe her.

He had secretly liked her for many years, but he still didn't dare to hope to win her trust.

"What if you lose?" An Huainan asked back.

"Then I'll promise you a request that I can do, how about that?"

An Huainan nodded. "Deal."

"But we have to find a reason to impress her."

The little river god rolled his eyes, "What does she like?"

"She likes money."

"What a worldly woman."

The little river god did not hide the contempt in his eyes.