Han Yan overheard the conversation between Jixian Shen and the others. He let it go with a smile.
It seemed like the Celestial Continent was in a state of internal strife. Jixian Shen had even started to search for his own strength among the humans.
Unfortunately, you've misjudged.
The strongest talent in the world is hidden here!
Han Yan wasn't interested in Han Tuo, but he suddenly had the urge to promote Han Tuo after hearing Jixian Shen's disdain.
After all, Han Tuo was his son. If he became famous in the Immortal World, Han Yan would be proud of him too.
Han Yan looked at Han Tuo.
The kid had been cultivating in a small mountain in the city. He hadn't gone to the battlefield for the past five years. The main reason was that East Guardian City wasn't in danger in recent years. The beast hordes were the weakest.
The Body Tempering Art Qing Luan 'er taught him was not bad. At least, no one of his age in East Guardian City, including cultivators, was a match for Han Tuo.
Han Yan waved his hand. A ball of magic power flew into Han Tuo's body.
The magic power would loosen the bloodline in Han Tuo's body by about ten thousandth. It was enough for Han Tuo to soar into the sky.
He didn't fully unleash it because the Primordial Demon God's bloodline was too powerful. He was afraid that Han Tuo would get lost, or even alert the Saints.
That day, Han Tuo suddenly felt relaxed and full of energy. His cultivation became smoother.
This year, a new Body Tempering Genius appeared in East Guardian City. His name was Han Tuo. He wasn't even twenty years old, but he could lift a million kilograms boulder.
Ten years later.
Han Tuo had wiped out all the beast nests near East Guardian City by himself. His name had spread throughout the human cities nearby.
One night.
Han Yan, Qing Luan 'er, and Han Tuo were having dinner. Han Tuo suddenly put down his bowl and took a deep breath. He looked up at Han Yan and said, "Father, I've decided to listen to you and leave East Guardian City to pursue the Immortal Path."
Qing Luan 'er's hand trembled slightly. She forced a smile and said, "Tuo' er, are you sure? You can only rely on yourself if you leave home."
She knew what it meant to cultivate.
By the time Han Tuo came back, she and Han Yan would be dead.
Han Tuo took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
He looked at Han Yan.
Even though he was already a famous genius of the human race, his respect for Han Yan had not diminished at all. He had always felt that his father was not simple and had seen the world.
Han Yan asked, "This meal may be the last meal for our family. Eat well and drink well. This time, when you seek the Dao, I only have two pieces of advice for you."
"Keep a low profile and stay away from trouble."
"If I don't offend others, I won't allow others to offend me."
Han Tuo's heart was touched, and his eyes reddened. He also understood that if he were to return, the world would change.
It was just that he couldn't restrain his Dao heart.
Han Yan snorted, "Don't act like a girl. Remember, tears are the most useless thing. If you cry outside, people will only think that you're easy to bully."
Han Tuo could only hold back his tears.
That night, the lights in the Han Family's residence were lit.
The next morning.
Han Yan and Qing Luan 'er stood in front of the gate and watched as Han Tuo left.
Han Tuo looked back every three steps, but finally disappeared at the corner of the street.
Han Yan still felt a little emotional. He had watched Han Tuo grow up, and now his son had grown up and was pursuing his own life. This kind of feeling had never been felt before. Back then, when Yang Tiandong and Tengu left, it didn't bring him such feelings.
As expected.
Biological children were indeed different.
Qing Luan 'er finally shed tears and snuggled in Han Yan's arms.
Time continued to pass.
Year by year, Qing Luan 'er began to grow old.
Han Yan also grew old with her.
Just like a normal mortal couple.
50 years later.
The old Qing Luan 'er lay on the bed and looked weakly at Han Yan beside the bed.
She raised her trembling right hand and said softly, "My … my husband …"
Han Yan asked, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"I have no regrets in this life … but before I die … I don't know about Tuo 'er's situation …"
"Don't worry, he will attain the Dao. If you and I have an afterlife, in the reincarnation, he will definitely come to visit us."
"Okay …"
Qing Luan 'er slowly closed her eyes, a kind and expectant smile appeared on her face, and she left the world with a smile.
Han Yan's expression was calm, there was no sadness, no relief.
Everything was going according to nature.
The next day, Han Yan dismissed his family and quietly left East Guardian City.
After leaving East Guardian City, he came to a forest, took out Qing Luan 'er's body, buried it in the ground, and erected a tombstone.
The white-haired Han Yan stood in front of the tombstone, which was carved with the words "My wife, Qing Luan 'er."
In the future, if Han Tuo came back and saw the tombstone, he would definitely be able to feel relieved.
At this time, a red fox came behind Han Yan and looked at him obediently.
Although 100 years had passed, to the red fox, it was just a nap.
Han Yan didn't seem to notice its arrival, and stood in front of the tombstone alone, reminiscing about this life.
One had to admit, although life was short, there were both joys and hardships, and it wasn't necessarily meaningless.
But to Han Yan, the true meaning was immortality.
His feelings for Qing Luan 'er were only for the sake of attaining the Dao, and it wasn't deep. Even if Qing Luan' er died, her life could be considered happy.
That was the end of this karma.
"In the cycle of reincarnation, I hope you can still …"
Han Yan mumbled to himself, but before he could finish, he fell silent.
"Forget it."
Han Yan waved his right hand under his sleeve, then turned to the red fox and smiled. "You still recognize me?"
The red fox replied, "I do."
Han Yan's white hair fell down like cotton, and his skin quickly recovered, returning to his peerless appearance. His hair was as black as snow, and his white robe fluttered in the wind. The Yin Yang Protector and the Life Moon appeared behind him, shining with divine light, making him look like an immortal standing in the mortal world.
The red fox was stunned.
Han Yan looked at Qing Luan 'er's tombstone and bowed, just like how a husband and wife bowed to each other in the main hall decades ago.
"Let's go."
Han Yan turned and left. Step by step, he ascended to the sky, as if there was an invisible ladder beneath his feet. The red fox flew up and followed him.
…
Hundred Mountains Immortal River.
Han Yan and the red fox quietly moved to the front of the Daoist temple. Through the Heavenly Puppet, he knew that the Yin Sect had not changed much in the past 100 years. Everything was the same as before, and no disciples came to find him.
Han Yan said, "From now on, cultivate in front of the Daoist temple. Don't wander around."
The red fox was still in shock.
The Immortal Qi here …
It felt that its cultivation was increasing with every breath it took!
Immortal realm!
It was definitely immortal realm!
It quickly nodded and thanked Han Yan.
Han Yan returned to the Daoist temple and sat on the 36th-grade Reincarnation Black Lotus of World Destruction.
He let out a long breath.
These 100 years felt longer than 10,000 years, but it was not boring at all.
Han Yan opened the mail and saw an email. Ying's experience in the past 100 years was real.
[Your son Han Tuo has comprehended the Sword Dao and stepped into the Sword Dao River.]
Han Yan's eyes became determined, and he muttered, "Sage Dao, I'm coming."
"Sages, are you ready to welcome me as a Sage?"
After 100 years of tempering, the Sage Heart has been built!
Today, I'm confirming my Dao, I want and I want!
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