Translator: 549690339

Beijiang.

It was already deep into the night, and many people were sound asleep.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to rumble with the sound of rolling thunder.

Is it going to rain?

Awakened by the noise, this thought crossed many people’s minds before they turned over and fell back into sleep.

However, many martial artists almost simultaneously opened their eyes.

And all of them wore a look of shock on their faces.

Because they had all sensed an overwhelmingly powerful presence arriving in Beijiang.

Who?

Who could possess such a domineering and formidable presence?

Many people were troubled by this question.

Meanwhile, at the North Town Martial Arts School, Tan Xiaoyu abruptly pushed open her father’s room door, walking in with a look of shock on her face.

“Father…”

Tan Dong had also been awakened, and was sitting solemnly on the edge of his bed. Seeing his daughter enter, he gestured with his hand.

“There’s no need to talk, I’ve already sensed it!”

A flash of horror crossed Tan Xiaoyu’s eyes, “Is it… him?”

Tan Dong nodded firmly, “Absolutely no mistake!”

Tan Xiaoyu fell silent.

Tan Dong stood up, his eyes shimmering with admiration and respect.

“He’s back!”

That’s right.

Xue An had returned.

When he said he was taking An Yan back home, he did not mean returning to Lingnan.

He was returning to Beijiang, to their original home.

To do this, Xue An traveled thousands of miles in a little over an hour, rushing back to Beijiang overnight.

After landing, Xue An looked up at the shabby apartment complex, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

There was a time when he and An Yan lived here, going out early and coming back late, bustling for their livelihood.

But those days had been happy.

Later on, Xue An lived in many luxurious homes, but none gave him the feeling of a home.

Xue An opened the door, laid the still sleeping An Yan on the bed, and placed their two daughters by her side.

Just as he was about to stand up, Xue An felt a hand gripping his own tightly.

Looking down, it was An Yan’s hand.

Even in sleep, An Yan’s grip was firm.

At the same time, it seemed as if An Yan was murmuring in her dream.

“No… don’t leave me, please… don’t leave me!”

Xue An’s nose tingled, he sucked in a breath sharply, bent down to kiss An Yan, and then whispered in her ear, “I’m not going anywhere, I won’t leave, and from now on, I will always be with you!”

An Yan gradually calmed down, and the gloom on her forehead lessened considerably as she continued to sleep soundly.

And Xue An maintained his position, silently gazing at An Yan.

She had lost weight.

A lot of weight!

And her complexion was also somewhat pale.

Clearly, these two years had not been kind to her!

She had probably been missing him all the time, missing their two little girls too.

And she had also been bullied.

Every time he thought of this, Xue An’s heart twisted in pain.

Xue An’s hand gently rested on An Yan’s arm, wanting to use his cultivation to cleanse her marrow.

But suddenly.

His expression darkened, his eyelids twitched wildly, and a fierce killing intent surged forth.

Because he discovered that An Yan’s meridians had been sealed.

This meant that An Yan would be unable to cultivate.

And this seal emits an odd aura, like that of a deity but not quite, mixed with a mysterious and powerful force.

With Xue An’s current level of cultivation, he was not confident that he could break the seal without harming An Yan.

Xue An took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

No matter what it took, even if he had to search the heavens and earth, he would find the person who sealed his wife’s root and turn them to ash.

Apart from the seal, An Yan’s body was very normal; besides appearing slightly haggard from days and nights of longing, there were no other injuries.

Xue An examined her very carefully. He even utilized Origin Power with Supreme Divine Consciousness, to conduct a comprehensive physical check-up on An Yan, bit by bit.

A night passed.

The morning sunlight streamed in.

An Yan’s eyelids twitched slightly before she slowly opened them.

The first thing she saw was Xue An’s smiling face.

An Yan was stunned, then closed her eyes again, with a weeping tone she said, “It’s a dream again, isn’t it? Why can’t I forget you? I keep dreaming about you, then waking up from those dreams time and time again!”

These words completely crushed Xue An’s emotional defenses.

He had thought that three thousand years of cultivation had made his heart as solid as a rock.

But An Yan easily shattered that so-called spiritual resilience.

Xue An tried his best not to cry, he smiled faintly and said, “Yan’er, this time it’s not a dream. It’s really me—I’ve come back!”

An Yan, somewhat in disbelief, peeked through a slit of her eyes as if afraid that Xue An would disappear.

Xue An stretched out his hand and gently pinched An Yan’s nose, smiling helplessly, “Still don’t believe it? It’s really me!”

An Yan sprang up from the bed and threw herself into Xue An’s arms.

Xue An caressed her trembling back, his face full of guilt.

Meanwhile, An Yan suddenly bit hard on Xue An’s chest with all her strength.

Severe pain swept over him, but Xue An laughed instead.

“Wife, it’s truly me, this time it’s really not an illusion!”

As the words fell.

An Yan burst into loud sobs.

While crying, she pounded forcefully on Xue An’s chest.

“Why did you only come back now… Four years… Where have you been for four years? They said you were dead, but I didn’t believe it, because you promised… to make me the happiest bride. You big liar! Big liar!” An Yan said almost hysterically.

Xue An allowed her fists to hit his body, his face showing nothing but distress.

“What happened in these four years is a very long story, I will tell you all about it!” Xue An didn’t finish,

Because An Yan kissed him on the lips.

Three thousand years seemed to rewind at this moment.

Xue An’s gaze softened gradually, as if returning to the first time he met An Yan.

Crying, sadness, all gradually disappeared.

What remained was endless romance.

This kiss felt as lengthy as a century, yet as brief as a blink of an eye.

“Daddy, what are you doing?”

A childlike voice sounded.

An Yan stiffened, then slowly turned around to look at the two little girls, bleary-eyed, just awakened from sleep.

An Yan had not seen them even once since giving birth.

Four years.

To a mother, this was incredibly cruel.

An Yan, with trembling hands, gently touched Xue Xiang and Nian Nian’s cheeks.

“Which one of you is the older sister, and which is the younger sister?”

“I’m the older sister!” Xue Xiang said.

“I’m the younger sister!” Nian Nian said.

An Yan smiled, her smile filled with bitterness.

“Are you… our mommy?” Xue Xiang asked timidly.

An Yan nodded vigorously, “Yes! I am your mommy!”

Tears welled up in the big eyes of Xue Xiang and Nian Nian as they threw themselves into An Yan’s arms, saying with much grievance, “Mommy, why didn’t you come to find us? We thought you didn’t want us!”

An Yan shook her head, her face a mixture of guilt and bitterness, “How could mommy not want you? The thing mommy misses the most every day is you!”

As she spoke, An Yan took out two porcelain dolls from her pocket that were worn and polished from handling.

“When I missed you, I would take these out. Look, the one with a single braid is Xiang Xiang, and the one with two braids is Nian Nian!”