Chapter 6 Bad Girl

Blood, fresh blood, stunning and magnificent blood, bones, white bones, the bones of various creatures, the souls wailing, the beings crying, Ye Xuan wielding the blood-colored battle halberd, bathing in blood and fighting in the bloody river.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He shattered mountains and cracked the earth, Ye Xuan roared into the sky as if he had fallen into madness.

"Ah!"

"Who am I? I am Ye Xuan, I am the Undying Venerable!"

Suddenly alert, Ye Xuan snapped back to reality, only to realize he was no longer inside that doorway; he had left that place and returned to the bustling city.

Swiftly dispersing the violent emotions in his heart, Ye Xuan operated his cultivation technique and steadied himself, it took a full ten minutes before the blood in his eyes gradually receded.

"Nature's spiritual energy is absent here, it must be the End of Dharma Era as described in the Undying Immortal Scripture. Cultivators couldn't possibly exist in this world. If I wish to advance further, do I really have to enter the legendary Earth Immortal Realm?" Ye Xuan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

Although the cultivation technique Ye Xuan practiced didn't demand a high amount of spiritual energy, this world being in the End of Dharma Era was extremely unfavorable for him.

Ye Xuan temporarily suppressed his troubled thoughts, having no choice but to take things one step at a time.

Looking up at the sky, Ye Xuan saw that the sun had risen, and some people had come to Beishan Cemetery to offer sacrifices and sweep the graves, but he could not see his mother's figure, which slightly disappointed him.

Wait, all Ye Xuan could do was wait.

Time passed quickly, Ye Xuan stood before his own cenotaph, but still had not seen his mother's figure, which made his heart slightly restless.

Step—step—step.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from behind Ye Xuan, instantly stiffening his body. Although he didn't turn around, his Divine Sense had already seen the person behind him.

An elderly woman with graying temples, eyes devoid of spirit, her face slightly aged looking as if she was in her sixties, her steps faltering as she approached Ye Xuan, panting heavily from time to time, clearly in poor health.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and space appeared to crystallize.

Silence enveloped the heavens and the earth, everything was utterly still.

Ye Xuan's merciless eyes gradually changed, a touch of warmth, a touch of guilt emerged from them, and his centuries-old body trembled slightly, proving his heart was not at peace.

If the beings within that door could see Ye Xuan's state now, they would be utterly shocked. Ye Xuan, known as the Undying Venerable, when had he ever shown such a weak appearance?

At this moment,

Ye Xuan felt afraid to face Ye's mother; the profound guilt was eroding his spirit. He clearly remembered that his mother was only 38 years old this year. How had she aged so much in four years? It was undeniably connected to himself.

"Are you one of Ye Xuan's old classmates?"

"It's rare, after so many years, someone still comes to visit him." Ye's mother approached falteringly, her voice somewhat hoarse and her eyes cloudy, clearly not recognizing that the person in front of her was her son.

Ye's mother silently cleaned the snow in front of the tombstone, took out a plate of braised carp from her basket, and quietly placed it in front of the tombstone, her eyes fondly fixed on the cenotaph before her.

"Today is Ye Xuan's birthday, I remember when he was little he loved the braised carp I made. Every year on his birthday, I would make it for him," Ye's mother murmured to herself, the tears streaming from her cloudy eyes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the high sky, within the clouds, blue lightning flickered intermittently, thousands of thunderbolts crisscrossing, an incredibly terrifying heavenly might enveloped the entire Beishan Cemetery as if the apocalypse had arrived.

In this cold winter season, such an astronomical phenomenon was unimaginable, causing the people in Beishan Cemetery who were offering sacrifices to cry out in alarm.

But no one noticed, Ye Xuan's figure was trembling, his own aura extremely chaotic, obviously, this terrifying phenomenon was caused by Ye Xuan.

The great sorrow of a Heavenly Venerate, the flipping of heaven and earth, was not just a saying, but a reality that was happening.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Amidst the thunder and the blinding snow, Ye Xuan couldn't restrain his emotions and pulled Ye's mother tightly into his embrace.

"Young man, you must have mistaken me for someone else," Ye's mother exclaimed in shock.

"Mom, look at me, look closely at me, I really am Ye Xuan, I've come back alive," Ye Xuan's voice trembled as he spoke.

As Ye Xuan's words fell, Ye's mother vigorously rubbed her cloudy eyes. When she closely observed Ye Xuan's face, she was completely stunned.

"I... am I dreaming, is my son not dead?" Ye's mother muttered to herself, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Mom, you're not dreaming, I really haven't died. Years ago, I was saved by a remarkable person who cured my illness and now I can finally come back to see you." Ye Xuan could only tell a benign lie because he could never reveal to Ye's mother the things he had experienced during those four years.

Only at this moment, as mother and son embraced and wept, did Ye's mother finally believe that her son, who had disappeared for four years, was truly not dead and had come back to her.

Time passed quickly, and Ye's mother kept asking about Ye Xuan's experiences over the years, which Ye Xuan managed to evade until the sunset, and only then did they leave the Beishan Cemetery.

...

Home!

This word seemed distant to Ye Xuan, so distant that during the four years of struggling between life and death, he dared not even wish for it, not until he stepped into the realm of Heavenly Venerate and opened that door did the concept of 'home' enter his heart.

Jiangnan City North, slum area.

Uneven low houses stretched endlessly, and the bumpy dirt roads were extremely difficult to navigate. In the bustling Jiangnan City, the northern slum area was where the poor lived.

An old flat house, looking like it was built in the last century, its rust-stained iron gate proved that the house had been standing for years.

At this moment, the iron gate opened, Ye's mother's face filled with uncontrollable joy, pulling Ye Xuan by the hand into their home.

A narrow courtyard, a flat house, this was the scene that met Ye Xuan's eyes.

"Xuan'er, you haven't eaten yet, right? Mom will go cook for you."

As Ye's mother spoke, she pushed Ye Xuan into the house and went straight into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Mom, where are my little brother and sister?"

As Ye Xuan asked, his mother's body stiffened, her smile forced, saying, "Let mom go cook first, we'll talk later."

Looking at Ye's mother's forced smile, if Ye Xuan couldn't tell there was a problem here, he would be too naive.

"Mom, wait a moment..."

Bang!

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the iron gate outside, accompanied by loud voices of men and women.

"You little brat, I'll see where you run; either pay back the money or sleep with me."

"You filthy brute, think you can pull that on me? You're far from it."

"Ow!"

A clamor came from outside, causing Ye Xuan's expression to change abruptly, an incredibly bad feeling brewing in his mind.

"Is that female voice...?" Ye Xuan's brow furrowed deeply, his eyes flashing with great astonishment.

"Ling'er is back, I'll go take a look," Ye's mother sighed, heading directly towards the door.

"Ling'er?"

Ye Xuan suddenly stood up, stepping forward, a strange noise trailing in the void as he instantly appeared outside.

Outside the Ye household!

A young girl and a young strong man were in the midst of a fierce argument. As Ye Xuan's gaze captured the girl's appearance, his mind momentarily went blank.

Blonde hair, flashy earrings, heavily applied makeup, pea shoes, and pencil pants—she completely looked the part of a delinquent.

Although Ye Ling'er was heavily made up, under Ye Xuan's Divine Sense, he could still recognize her as his own younger sister.

But in Ye Xuan's memory, his sister was a gentle and polite girl; not only would she not adorn a delinquent's outfit, but she wouldn't even utter harsh words.

But what did he see?

Ye Ling'er was not only spouting profanities but also kicked the man in the groin, a scene that tightly knit Ye Xuan's brows together.

What on earth had happened at home during these four years?