Transcending the Nine Heavens

“What's so great about it!” Chu Feiling panicked, beads of sweat forming all over his body, hurriedly shouted, “Old Man is your father!”

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yang was left speechless.

Old Master Chu stared in disbelief, like a monk who couldn't figure out the situation. He couldn't understand how Chu Feiling, after finally finding his son who had been missing for eighteen years, would react this way.

With wide eyes, he stammered, “What's going on?”

Even in such an emotionally charged moment, Yang Ruolan, who knew the background and understood why Chu Feiling reacted this way, almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Chu Feiling's face turned red, his words tangled in his throat: “I…”

“What do you mean, ‘I’?” Old Master Chu shouted loudly, “Your son has been missing for eighteen years, and now that he’s back, you act like this? What do you mean?”

Turning to Chu Yang, he said, “Don’t be afraid, my dear grandson. Your father has a bad temper, but Grandpa will stand up for you.”

Chu Yang was stunned.

After a long time, he gently asked, “...Is this really... the Chu Family?”

Upon hearing this, the three of them fainted simultaneously.

So this little ancestor thought he was dreaming?

They nodded in unison, “Of course it is!”

Chu Yang gasped, “Then... you really are Grandpa? You are... my father and mother?”

The three of them nodded, tears in their eyes, a single sentence making their hearts ache.

Chu Yang closed his eyes, finally opening them to say, “Pinch... pinch me... I... I can’t move…”

He wanted to sit up but found he still lacked the strength.

Yang Ruolan finally broke down in tears: “Child…” She rushed to embrace him and sobbed loudly. Chu Yang felt his mother's tears slowly trickling down, soaking his chest, a bitter taste blossoming in his heart as he muttered numbly, “It turns out I’m not dreaming…”

Feeling his mother's embrace, Chu Yang's eyes slowly became moist. A sense of weakness began to rise within him. At that moment, this King of Hell, who had endured two lifetimes, surprisingly felt an overwhelming impulse to cry out loud!

This weakness had nothing to do with courage or anything else. It was a feeling that could only arise in front of family.

He was like a child, proud and stubborn, facing the storms of the world alone, carrying the burden of everything. When hurt or bullied, he would only grit his teeth and endure.

But when facing his parents, he couldn't help but cry. Even if he had been smiling only moments ago, seeing his closest ones would make that feeling of weakness and grievance suddenly surge forth!

Chu Yang quietly stayed in his mother’s embrace, clenching his teeth, trying not to cry.

Yet, his eyes were sore, and his nose tingled with a wave of emotions. He couldn't hold back any longer, and two streams of tears slowly flowed out, followed by a floodgate of tears pouring forth.

Chu Feiling and Old Master Chu watched the long-separated mother and son embrace, their eyes filled with mixed emotions.

They wanted to offer some consolation but felt something stuck in their throats, unable to speak. It seemed that once they opened their mouths, they would burst into tears…

After a long time, Old Master Chu, with a hoarse voice, said, “Ruolan, the child is back… Your crying is making him feel uncomfortable… This is a happy occasion; stop crying…”

Yang Ruolan raised her head and saw a large spot on her son's chest soaked with her tears. She felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to turn away to wipe her eyes but couldn't bear to take her eyes off her son, so she quickly wiped them with her hand.

“This is your grandfather…” Chu Feiling coughed and said, “Chu Yang, come and meet him.”

Old Master Chu looked at Chu Yang with anticipation, a little excitedly saying, “His name is Chu Yang? He was always named Chu Yang?”

“Yes.” Chu Feiling nodded awkwardly.

“Grandson pays respects to Grandpa.” Chu Yang lay on the bed, feeling a bit awkward, “I just don’t know why… I can’t get up, I have no strength… I hope Grandpa won't mind.”