I have to run.
I absolutely have to run.
How can I live such an empty and tasteless life?
The Sect Leader deliberately set him up, and this situation seems impossible to solve. Reading and writing aren’t bad things, of course, based on his mother’s life experiences, she naturally agreed, so he fell right into the Sect Leader’s trap.
Crafty old fox, thinking of every way to set him up.
The power of contradictions is truly imnse.
Noon.
"Mother, it’s already lunchti, and your child wants to prepare a al for you. May I go out and gather so ingredients?" Lin Fan said.
Wei You said, "Looking to slack off, are you?"
"No, absolutely not! Mother, wait a mont, I’ll go gather the ingredients right away." Lin Fan closed the book, and imdiately dashed toward Zhen Tian Peak. Using the feathers of the Five-colored Heavenly Chicken for artifact refining materials was just too wasteful.
Its true destiny was to beco chicken soup. Although the Five-colored Heavenly Chicken belonged to Ye Zhen Tian, wasn’t this all about ssing with him anyway? Who asked him to disrespect my master, and my master might have even been beaten by him.
Zhen Tian Peak.
Lin Fan road freely, with no one daring to stop him. All the disciples watched as Lin Fan dove into the chicken coop, causing an uproar among the Five-colored Heavenly Chickens, and then walked away happily with one in his hand.
As for Ye Zhen Tian, he didn’t show up. Perhaps he knew it was pointless to intervene, so he chose not to.
The exact reasoning behind this was unclear.
But none of that mattered. Whether Ye Zhen Tian knew or not, it didn’t change anything.
After Lin Fan left.
Ye Zhen Tian stood far away, staring at the place where the Five-colored Heavenly Chickens were.
"Lin Fan, I, Ye Zhen Tian, will definitely make you pay." Ye Zhen Tian wanted to co out and stop him, but knew he couldn’t compete with Lin Fan’s current montum. Even stepping in might make things worse—might even cost him dearly.
It’s just a Five-colored Heavenly Chicken.
Though precious, I’ll let him have it. Let’s see how long he can keep this up.
For the disciples of Zhen Tian Peak, they only felt that Brother Lin was being audacious. That Five-colored Heavenly Chicken was Brother Ye’s treasure, yet Brother Ye hadn’t co out to stop him—what could this all an?
Not long after.
Lin Fan walked into the house with the al.
"Mother, give my cooking a try."
He had prepared three dishes and one soup, with the Five-colored Heavenly Chicken being the centerpiece. The aroma of the chicken soup was simply irresistible; no seasoning was needed as the fragrance ca naturally.
Wei You was deeply amazed. She hadn’t expected Fan Er to have such skills.
Having cultivated to such a level, she no longer needed to eat, but she couldn’t reject the heartfelt effort of her child.
For this al, Lin Fan had truly given it his all, aiming to change his mother’s perspective by first changing himself.
If you’ve beco soone’s child,
You must be filial.
No matter how much the Sect Leader plotted against him, he couldn’t serve his mother like Lin Fan could.
"Mother, let your child serve you so soup to taste." Lin Fan worked diligently, filling a bowl to the brim and adding a chicken leg. The rich aroma was so tempting that even he could barely resist.
This delicious, aren’t you going to praise ?
Wei You’s eyes were filled with warmth as she took a sip. "Hmm, not bad. Fan Er’s cooking skills are truly excellent."
"Haha, does this look like sothing to joke about?" Lin Fan secretly felt proud—his cooking skills were sothing he was very confident in.
Wei You ate happily. Apparently, even cooking depends on the person doing it.
Lin Fan slowly walked to the window, lifting his gaze to the glaring sunlight. But even such blinding sunlight couldn’t block his view.
"Fan Er, are you deep in thought?" Wei You asked.
"Mother, in this mont, your child is overwheld by sentint and introspection." Lin Fan’s tone was low, as though recalling sothing.
Wei You’s heart ached at the sight. "If sothing’s on your mind, share it with . Don’t keep it bottled up."
Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, his eyes revealing a hint of longing. He said slowly, "Mother, I’ve co up with a poem that perfectly expresses the feelings in my heart."
Wei You grew interested. She hadn’t expected Fan Er to dabble in poetry—a skill of scholars—which made her curious.
Lin Fan stood with hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.
"The sunlight shining through the window feels like flas on the ground. I lift my head to gaze at the sun, and tears stream down as I lower it once more."
"I miss ho."
The setting, paired with Lin Fan’s emotions, created an unexpected sense of artistic beauty.
Wei You reflected on the poem—it seed odd sohow, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. After all, her education wasn’t extensive. If it was, she wouldn’t have had trouble raising a child.
"Mother, under present conditions, using the sun as imagery is naturally flawed. If night were to fall and the moon hung high, this poem would have a different charm."
"Let recite another."
"Before the bed shines the moonlight, mistaken for frost upon the ground. I lift my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to think of my holand."
"Your child has lived in Jiangdu City for a long ti. Though with no family, I have dear friends there. They lack the fate to cultivate, yet they place their hope in . I once promised them that if I joined the Immortal Sect, I would bring them for a visit soday."
Lin Fan didn’t want to study. With his level of knowledge, what more was there to learn? He simply wanted to wander the world, feel its warmth and coldness—not for any other reason.
The Sect Leader sched against him, but he would resist till the end.
Not for a particular purpose.
Just to show everyone: no one can set up.
Wei You looked at Fan Er, her eyes shining. She hadn’t realized Fan Er had such literary talent. Within a short mont, the poetic brilliance displayed was extraordinary.
"Fan Er, if you want to visit, I will support you and assign people to escort you back."
She felt her child’s profound longing for ho, steeped in nostalgia.
Wei You herself missed her holand, but after years of cultivation, it was long gone. Even if descendants remained, who could know she was once one of them?
"But, your child’s reading and writing... ah, Mother, to be honest, these books don’t captivate because they are filled with empty theories."
"Reading a thousand volus is not as valuable as traveling thousands of miles."
"Your child has experienced the joys and sorrows of life, with a heart clear as a mirror. Understanding countless truths, I have my principles. To follow the paths of predecessors is rely to tread in their footsteps."
"In cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao, the ultimate goal is to roam freely between heaven and earth, acting from the heart. Regardless of good or evil, the key is a clear conscience."
Lin Fan had transford into Philosophical Fan, perplexing even himself as he spoke.
But no matter; when collected together, it all sounded highly profound.
Wei You listened to Fan Er’s speech. At first, it didn’t seem remarkable, but upon closer thought, her heart shook—she was moved and inspired.
"Fan Er, you are right. These books are mortal works and cultivate mortals. Regardless of good or evil, a clear conscience is the essence of cultivation."
"These books cannot teach you. It was who fell into an illusion."
Mission accomplished.
Trying to outsmart , Sect Leader? You’re still too green.
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