Chapter 1130
Side Story: Picking Up the Person
Wang Cong was living in a house behind the temple at this time, only about ten steps away from the back gate of the temple.
Master Yin Song and his apprentice also lived here.
Since arriving here seven years ago, Yin Song and Yin Qingjun have never left. They have been cultivating here and researching ways to convert lightning energy.
Wang Cong felt safe to travel around the world because the two of them lived there for a long time.
She even went out to sea on a whim, and before leaving, she repeatedly made Yin Song promise that if her junior uncle came back to pick him up, he must take her with him before she could leave.
Yin Song swore an oath using his teacher's honor, and only then did Wang Cong let him go.
At this time, the three disciples were either cultivating or sleeping.
Wang Cong, who was asleep, suddenly kicked his leg and sat up abruptly in bed.
Before he was even fully awake, he threw off the covers, dragged his shoes, and walked out.
As soon as the door opened, I almost bumped into Pan Yun face to face.
Pan Yun lowered her hand, which was about to knock on the door, and praised him: "You're quite perceptive; you were able to sense me."
Wang Cong walked straight past her and muttered, "This dream is getting more and more real. Junior Uncle can breathe again."
Wang Cong walked straight toward the outhouse.
Pan Yun: ...
After urinating, Wang Cong instantly sobered up.
He pulled up his pants in a daze and recalled, "I think I really did see Junior Uncle just now."
He shook his head, thinking that he was probably hallucinating because he missed Pan Yun so much.
When Junior Uncle returns, it won't be a dramatic event, but it certainly won't be so quiet.
When Wang Cong opened the door, he saw Pan Yun leaning against the yellow wall with her arms crossed. Starlight poured over her, as if she were covered with a layer of silver light.
Wang Cong stared at her blankly, then rubbed his eyes.
Pan Jun said speechlessly, "Stop rubbing your eyes. It's so windy and dry. Aren't you afraid of ruining your eyes by rubbing them?"
Pan Yun pointed disdainfully at the half-dead tree in the yard and asked, "You've been here for seven years, and the tree is only this tall?"
Only then did Wang Cong realize that his junior uncle had truly returned.
He rushed forward and hugged Pan Yun, bursting into tears: "Junior Uncle, I've waited so long for you~~ I planted this tree because I waited so long for you to come. You said you'd come back for me in three years, but you've only come today~~"
Pan Yun pushed him away with disdain: "I said the shortest is three years and the longest is seven years. Isn't today the seventh year?"
Why did you take the longest time to come back?
Pan Yun sighed and said, "You have to understand. Seven years have passed here, but on my end, it's only been seven days. You have no idea how many things I dropped to come back and pick you up..."
Isn't she tired from all this running around?
She said, "I feel like I'm a special forces soldier picking people up right now. You should think about me too. I still can't sit down and meditate properly to cultivate myself."
Just then, an incredulous voice rang in their ears: "Junior Sister?"
Yin Song was peering out the window when, the moment Pan Yun turned to look at him, he let out a howl, jumped out of the window without even leaving the door, and headed straight for Pan Yun.
Pan Yun immediately held up a finger to stop him. The next moment, the door to another room opened with a bang, and Yin Qingjun, who had heard the noise, rushed out as well.
So, the three of them grabbed one of Pan Yun's hands and a corner of her clothes and cried together.
"Seven years... Even a heartless person wouldn't be this bad. Do you know how hard these seven years have been for us?" Yin Song wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and complained, "Everyone said we were delusional, that you could never come back. Seven years, seven years... There were clearly four years of time to spare, how could you bear to choose the longest time to come back?"
Pan Yun felt guilty after crying so much.
She could only hurriedly count on her fingers what she had done in the past seven days—no, seven years. When the three learned that the time difference between the two realms was one day to one year, Yin Song murmured, "Could it be that your past life, Junior Sister, was in the Immortal Realm? Otherwise, how could one day be equivalent to one year?"
Pan Yun: "It's just a matter of time and space."
"If I go away for a hundred days and then come back, won't my father be..."
Yin Song: "Don't worry, with your father's cultivation level, living for two or three hundred years won't be a problem."
"That would only last two or three hundred days."
Wang Cong hesitated.
Pan Yun knew that Wang Cong was a homebody.
Despite spending more time away from home than the others, he is the most family-oriented and responsible person among all the people in Sanqingshan.
Whether in his early years or after he became successful, a major motivation for him to make money was to support his father, his junior fellow students, and Sanqingshan.
"Don't hesitate. I learned a method to remove the seal when I went back this time. Perhaps it can help Senior Brother remove the mark on his body. Also, I found the trick to space when I came back, which makes the journey back and forth much easier. When you get to that world, you may have some insights and be able to advance further."
Yin Song: "If it's a matter of time and space, then can't you go back to the day you left?"
Pan Yun choked: "Second Senior Brother, your demands are too high. Aren't you afraid that I'll lose my spatial coordinates and won't be able to find you?"
Yin Songsu, being bold, encouraged her, saying, "Make bold assumptions and verify them carefully. Besides, we've all cultivated immortality, what are we afraid of? Everyone has their own destiny. Just go ahead and do your research, don't worry about us. But before you start your research, take us to reunite with Miaozhen and the others."
Pan Yun said, "Time flows too fast here, and I may not be able to change my coordinates, so before I leave, I need to see some old friends."
Yin Song waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. I also need to pack up the things I want to take with me."
Yin Song has quite a lot of things to take with him.
Wang Cong was even more so.
Since they were going to be time-traveling merchants, they naturally had to sell goods, so the three of them simply hitched a ride on Pan Yun's Wind-Riding Cauldron.
There's no way to beat her speed in the world.
In the blink of an eye, the four were a hundred miles away.
Feeling the light-speed sensation, Wang Cong hugged Pan Xiaohei and stroked its fur, saying, "Luckily I didn't look down, or I would have been scared to death."
Pan Xiaohei comfortably rolled over, gesturing for him to scratch his belly as well.
Wang Cong quickly petted it and whispered in its ear, "Little Black, who was the closest person to Junior Uncle in his past life?"
If one day in the other world is equivalent to one year in this world, then my junior uncle's reincarnation would only take a little over fifty years. In that case, only a little over fifty days would have passed in that world. Is she going back to reunite with her parents and relatives?
Pan Xiaohei gave him a cold glance: "In that world, her closest friends were Miaozhen and a few others."
"what?"
Pan Xiaohei: "She is an orphan, and her teachers are just doing their duty. Her feelings are more for the country, so you can rest assured. In terms of personal feelings, no one can surpass you."
Wang Cong, however, was not happy. Instead, he frowned and said, "Junior Martial Aunt had such a miserable life in her past life? No wonder she loved to help beggars since she was a child, so that's why..."
Wang Cong's eyes were slightly red.
Pan Yun, who has very sharp ears: ...
Pan Xiaohei rolled her eyes at him without any politeness: "What are you thinking? Do you think the orphanage in that world is the same as the Ming Dynasty? She's doing just fine. Apart from not having parents, she's living no worse than you."
“That’s right,” Pan Jun said, “I’ve never lacked food or drink since I was little, and I’ve always had a good place to live. Because of my talent, I started cultivating at the age of five. As soon as I started cultivating, I was immediately given a spatial container and a smart bracelet. Every week, all sorts of people would come to the orphanage to see us with gifts and perform shows for us to make us happy. I also get a fixed allowance every month. After I was able to cultivate, I could even earn money for myself…”
Wang Cong drooled with envy; wasn't this the life he had dreamed of since childhood? (End of Chapter)