Chapter 137: Returning Home

Upon hearing this voice, the furrowed brows of Ye Mei immediately relaxed, and a smile blossomed on her face.

The members of the Medicine King Sect, enduring intense terror, crawled toward Chen Yuyi and kitted repeatedly.

"Forgive us, Immortal Master! Forgive us, Immortal Master! Forgive us, Immortal Master!"

Yao Wuji knocked his head against the ground so hard he was covered in blood. "Please, Immortal Master, show mercy! Please spare me; it was these people who incited me!"

Chen Yuyi looked down coldly at the group and leaped off the back of the Flood Dragon King.

The Flood Dragon King intentionally let out two eerie, cackling laughs in front of the group before returning into Chen Yuyi’s body.

The Medicine King Sect members were already on the verge of having their hearts shattered by fear. Upon hearing the creature's strange laughter, several of the elderly ones began to foam at the mouth. The rest were ashen-faced; realizing that even such a legendary divine beast existed by the Immortal Master's side, their hearts were filled with nothing but deep, bottomless dread.

Chen Yuyi stroked the head of the Black Fire Cat and asked softly, "Little Black, these people dared to disobey your master. What do you think should be done?"

Chen Yuyi had named the Black Fire Cat "Little Black."

Little Black lazily glanced at the group and let out a soft "meow."

Then, it climbed out of Chen Yuyi’s arms and walked toward the men.

The members of the Medicine King Sect, despite their fear, could not help but feel curious—what was a cat going to do to them?

Ye Mei was also filled with astonishment. The cat was pitch black, and its eyes held a light more piercing than any human's; it clearly was no ordinary feline.

Once Little Black reached the group, it squinted its cat eyes at them. Suddenly, a flicker of black light surged within its gaze.

It opened its mouth toward them and let out a "meow!"

In an instant, like a violent gale, a scorching current of air swept through. The members of the Medicine King Sect didn't even have time to react before they were engulfed by a ball of black flame. Not even a scrap of bone remained; only a few stray, sparkling black embers drifted into the air.

Only then did Little Black calmly jump back into Chen Yuyi’s arms.

Ye Mei watched this scene, completely stunned. What kind of cat was this?

Chen Yuyi stroked Little Black’s head, a smile floating on his face. "Well done, Little Black, you’re such a good cat."

Little Black meowed a few times, narrowed its eyes, and settled into Chen Yuyi’s arms.

Chen Yuyi then looked at Ye Mei. "These people dared to defy me. I originally intended to raze this place to the ground, but upon reflection, that seems a bit wasteful. You handle the affairs here yourself."

"Is Mr. Chen leaving now?" Ye Mei couldn't help but ask.

"Everything here is finished; why should I stay? Oh, right, please convey a message to your young mistress: tell her I am very grateful for her guidance in bringing me here. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will thank her in person."

Having said this, Chen Yuyi floated away.

Seeing him depart, Ye Mei stood frozen for a long time before she finally collected her thoughts. She discovered that Chen Yuyi had left behind a box. Upon opening it, she found it filled to the brim with hundreds of Hundred-Turn Pills.

She looked in the direction where Chen Yuyi had disappeared, her heart filled with complex emotions.

...

On a minibus traveling from Yun County to Changhe Town, Chen Yuyi looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, his heart brimming with warmth.

He was currently on his way home. Little Black, naturally, had been tucked away into his storage space, where he had even specially prepared a nest for it, and it was resting quite comfortably inside.

Yun County was a very small county in the Jiangzhong region, and his hometown was in a small town called Changhe. From Yun County to Changhe Town, he still had to ride the minibus for over half an hour to truly reach home.

Although he was not yet a true immortal, he now possessed various supernatural abilities—powers that, in the eyes of ordinary people, were those of an immortal being.

Of course, he would never easily display such heaven-defying skills before ordinary people. On his way home, he remained unassuming, squeezing into the minibus just like everyone else.

Thinking back to a few months ago, he was just a plain, poor student; now, he was a man who wielded divine powers and held the fate of others in his palm. He couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

He estimated that in the upper circles of the Jiangzhong region, there was no one who hadn't heard of the prestige of Mr. Chen, and he had even been dubbed "Immortal Master Chen."

Thinking of all this, Chen Yuyi smiled faintly. He never cared for such hollow reputations; people could call him whatever they liked.

Now that his cultivation had achieved some success, he wanted to go home and visit his father.

The Supernatural Realm, like the Physical Realm, consisted of ten levels. If one could break through these ten levels, one would truly attain longevity; thus, the subsequent realms were known as the Longevity Realm.

However, that was not something Chen Yuyi dared to contemplate yet.

Breaking through the ten levels of the Supernatural Realm was countless times more difficult than the Physical Realm—more than a hundred, or even a thousand times harder.

The path of cultivation demands patience and a calm mind, so he was in no rush; he would simply cultivate slowly.

Moreover, having already reached the Supernatural Realm, it was unlikely he would find anything in this world capable of threatening him. His only concerns now were his family.

His family was a blended one. His biological mother had passed away when he was very young, and his father had raised him alone until he entered university, at which point he finally settled down with a woman from the same town.

That woman had been single following a divorce and had a son of her own. In truth, she and Chen Yuyi’s father had been associated for a long time, a fact Chen Yuyi had known for years.

At the time, Chen Yuyi had said nothing. His father had been alone for so long, and with Chen Yuyi living away, he wanted his father to have a companion to look after him. Thus, he did not reject the woman.

Even after she entered their home, she tended to favor her own child and was occasionally a bit cold toward him, but he never took it to heart.

As long as she could genuinely care for his father, that was the greatest comfort.

When his father fell gravely ill, although the woman hadn't been able to scrape together much money, she had indeed shouldered the responsibility of caring for his father with great care. This made Chen Yuyi feel that her concern for his father was genuine, and he stopped dwelling on other grievances.

After getting off at the station, there was still a distance to walk before reaching home.

Chen Yuyi was not in a hurry. Since he had already arrived, he walked slowly along the road.

Just then, the sound of a car horn came from behind him.

He couldn't help but glance back.

"Chen Yuyi!" A head poked out of a BMW behind him. "Yo, how come our college student is walking home today?"

In this small town, anyone driving a BMW was sure to attract a lot of attention, and even though this was a base-model, it was still quite eye-catching.

The man wore sunglasses and appeared to be about the same age as Chen Yuyi.

Chen Yuyi glanced at him and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly as unpleasant memories surfaced.

The man was the son of his paternal uncle, named Chen Hanpeng, and a former high school classmate. Relying on his family’s wealth, he had always looked down on Chen Yuyi. He hadn't done well in his studies and had been idling away since high school. However, his family’s financial condition was good, so he was able to throw his weight around.

As for his paternal uncle’s family, they weren't direct relatives—they were merely descendants of the same ancestor from many generations ago. He couldn't even be bothered to complain about them now.

When his father was critically ill, he had sought help from that uncle, who ran a food processing plant in town. For the people of a small town, they were considered quite well-off.

Though he hadn't expected them to lend him a hundred thousand or eighty thousand, he thought that given their family business, they might at least lend him twenty or thirty thousand.

Unfortunately, when he went to beg for help, the uncle’s family kept making excuses, claiming business was difficult. They said that despite their prosperous appearance, they were actually buried in debt, acting as if they wanted to borrow money from him instead.

In the end, perhaps out of a sense of clan obligation, they had begrudgingly offered two thousand yuan. Chen Yuyi had left their house immediately without taking a single cent.

The incident was still vivid in Chen Yuyi’s memory, but for him now, it no longer stirred even a ripple in his heart.

"Want a lift?" Chen Hanpeng asked, waving at Chen Yuyi with a smirk.

He slapped the car door in a display of arrogance, his face full of smug satisfaction.