Walking on the bustling streets of Fengcheng, one sees people coming and going, and cars thronging the streets.
Yang Fan was filled with mixed emotions.
Everywhere I look, there are memories.
Where the heart leads, everything is in the past.
Before he knew it, he had returned home.
He originally thought no one would be home, but his parents were both there.
"Dad, Mom, I'm home..."
Yang Fan called out, his voice a little hoarse.
"Son! You...you're back?"
Duan Cuihua suddenly raised her head, her emotions running high.
Hearing the noise, Yang Dajun, who was inside the house, also rushed out.
Although the family of three... had only been apart for two short days.
However, they cherished Yang Fan's return this time even more.
Ignoring the fact that Yang Fan was taller than her, Duan Cuihua immediately pulled him into her arms.
"Mom, I've grown up now."
"So what if he grows up? He'll still be my son when he grows up."
"You brat..."
Yang Dajun and Duan Cuihua's faces were filled with excited smiles.
The three then returned to the house.
"Son, your aura... it's gone?"
Suddenly, the couple noticed that Yang Fan's aura was different from before, and they asked him anxiously.
"I've become an immortal," Yang Fan explained with a smile.
"ah?"
The parents exclaimed in disbelief!
before.
To them, immortals are unattainable.
Now... their son has actually become an immortal?
"Son, now that you've become an immortal, do you know any immortal techniques?" Yang Dajun asked curiously.
"Celestial arts?"
"Yes! Like a beautiful woman suddenly appearing out of thin air... Ouch! Honey, stop hitting me, stop hitting me..."
Before Yang Dajun could finish speaking, he was given a good beating by Duan Cuihua.
"No, so-called immortals... are actually similar to martial arts cultivators, except that they have a clearer understanding of the laws."
Yang Fan explained with a smile.
He then smashed the cup on the table onto the floor.
Click!
In an instant, the cup shattered into pieces.
Upon seeing this, Duan Cuihua was about to scold him with a dark expression.
What happened next left the couple completely astonished.
Yang Fan slightly raised his hand, and the shattered teacup miraculously healed!
"Holy crap! Holy crap!"
Yang Dajun was stunned, and kept swearing.
Time reversal?
This skill... overturned their understanding.
"So, you mean... once someone dies, you can be resurrected?"
"Uh...theoretically speaking, the physical body can be resurrected, but if the soul dissipates, there's no way to do it."
The power of laws, though infinitely versatile, is not omnipotent.
And rules are also divided into many kinds.
For example, the laws of time, the laws of space, and the laws of swordsmanship.
The higher one's realm, the more one can appreciate the path of a martial artist... like a mysterious abyss, endless.
Compared to other martial artists who transcend tribulations and become immortals, he still retains his physical body... it would be more appropriate to call him a saint with his physical body.
In the evening, the family of three enjoyed dinner together happily, just like always.
As they ate, Yang Dajun and Duan Cuihua's eyes reddened.
Yang Fan smiled and comforted him, but he also felt a little sad inside.
now.
He finally understood why the ancients said: "All good things must come to an end."
Even the closest people will eventually leave us.
The next morning.
Yang Fan returned to his alma mater to say goodbye to his former teacher.
Years have passed, and the homeroom teacher, Zhang Dongliang, looks much older than when Yang Fan was in his senior year of high school.
Chu Li, my junior from elementary school, has already graduated... and now new juniors are coming to study here.
Upon seeing this, Yang Fan felt even more moved.
The school... it's the school I remember.
The classroom, the same classroom I remember.
But... everything has changed.
Only our old homeroom teacher is still diligently teaching and nurturing students.
"Teacher, I have to go..."
Yang Fan bowed to him, and this bow... contained too many things.
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