txolops Chapter 1 Returning from Tribulation, Encountering One's Own Flesh and Blood
Chapter 1 Returning from Tribulation, Encountering One's Own Flesh and Blood
Shen Yu transmigrated to the world of cultivation and spent a hundred years in arduous cultivation.
He fought his way up from an ordinary mortal to the Tribulation Transcending Realm, but ultimately couldn't withstand the Ascension Tribulation.
In the final moment of his soul's dissipation, boundless darkness swept in.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no scorched earth of Lei Hai, but the familiar bustling traffic, with bright red characters lit up on the electronic screens by the roadside.
2026 6 Month 18 Day.
Shen Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.
Is this Jiangcheng?
He didn't die after failing his tribulation, but instead traveled back in time?
He time-traveled after drinking too much during a gathering with his college classmates during the May Day holiday in 2019.
A century of cultivation has passed in the mortal realm, but only a little over six years have gone by.
He subconsciously looked inward at his dantian, where his once vast and boundless cultivation had almost completely dissipated, leaving only a faint trace of the third level of Qi Refining spiritual power, slowly circulating in his meridians.
Fortunately, his century of cultivation has given him a broad perspective, mastery of divine sense techniques, and knowledge of medicine and alchemy all etched into his soul. As long as he continues to cultivate, returning to his peak is only a matter of time.
Shen Yu stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree.
Six years in the mortal world, plus a century of cultivation, have transformed him from the naive college student he once was.
His eyebrows and eyes still look the same as before, but he has lost his youthful vigor and gained a deep and unfathomable calmness and coldness. His features are more three-dimensional and deep. Standing in the bustling backstreet, he has a powerful aura that makes others afraid to approach.
He twitched his fingertips slightly, found a secluded corner, and used his spiritual energy to form a hand seal, transforming his magical robes into modern clothes.
Once the spiritual sense of someone in the Qi Refining stage is fully extended, every rustling sound within a radius of a hundred meters can be seen, rendering reinforced concrete as nothing at all.
At this moment, a bloodline resonance originating from the depths of his soul suddenly crashed into his senses!
He turned his head following his senses and saw a small figure squatting at the entrance of the old alley not far away.
The little girl was wearing a pink kindergarten uniform, with two soft pigtails, and tightly clutching a chipped metal box in her arms.
Her little shoulders were trembling, and she was crying in a low voice. Her nose and eyes were red, and she looked so wronged that it made one's heart clench.
She was exquisitely beautiful, with a small face as delicate as a porcelain doll.
Especially her eyes, with slightly upturned corners, were remarkably similar to Shen Yu's. At that moment, they were filled with tears, like stars veiled in mist.
Almost the instant their eyes met, Shen Yu realized that the soft and cute little girl in front of him was his bloodline!
Before he transmigrated, Shen Yu's parents died in a car accident when he was fifteen, and he lived alone ever since.
In the world of cultivation, where the strong prey on the weak, he was single-mindedly focused on becoming an immortal. He never sought a cultivation partner, nor did he have any children.
This is the first time I've felt this kind of emotional connection from blood ties.
He instantly withdrew all his murderous aura; the cold and hard aura he had cultivated over a hundred years of immortality was completely gone at this moment.
Not daring to approach rashly for fear of frightening the little dumpling, Shen Yu stopped only two or three steps away from her.
I slowly crouched down to meet her gaze, my voice as soft and gentle as if afraid of startling a butterfly:
"Little one, why are you crying here all by yourself? Are you lost?"
The little girl suddenly looked up, her teary eyes instantly filled with wariness. She shrank back, clutching the metal box, her small face tense despite her childish voice:
"Mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers."
"I'm not a bad person."
Seeing her like this, Shen Yu's heart melted. A barely perceptible wisp of spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips, silently soothing the swelling and pain in her ankle that she had sprained when she ran out.
"Little friend, what's your name? Why are you out here all alone?"
Huh? Why does this uncle's feet feel warm and painless when he reaches out?
The little girl instantly forgot to cry, her eyes widened, and she stared at his face for a while, as if she had discovered something.
Her little mouth was slightly open, her face filled with disbelief.
She took a half-step forward, clutching the tin box, her little finger pointing at his face, her voice trembling, filled with barely concealed anticipation:
"Uncle, you...you look just like my dad in the picture!"
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the alley, and a little boy who looked very much like the little girl rushed over.
The little boy was wearing the same school uniform, with short hair, a tense face, and a mature wariness in his eyes that was completely out of character for his age.
He rushed to the little girl in a few steps, shielding her tightly behind him like a panda cub with its fur standing on end, staring intently at Shen Yu:
"Who are you? Don't touch my sister!"
The child's features are almost identical to Shen Yu's when he was young.
An even stronger bloodline resonance surged from him, sharing the same origin as the little girl's aura, both having an unbreakable bond of blood and flesh with him.
Shen Yu's heart was filled with turmoil.
He could clearly sense that these two children were actually his own flesh and blood!
But he traveled through six years and, apart from a classmate reunion where he got completely drunk, he had no intimate contact with anyone before he left. How could he have twins?
The older sister tugged at the little boy's sleeve and whispered:
"Guigui, he looks just like his dad in the photo..."
The little boy named Gui Gui frowned even more, still staring intently at Shen Yu, his little fists clenched tightly.
His words were full of vigilance, but a hint of expectation, which he himself did not realize, was hidden in his eyes.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Shen Yu looked at the two children and asked gently:
"Little friend, can you tell uncle what your mother's name is?"
"My mother's name is Jiang Xinlan!"
The older sister eagerly spoke, her small chest puffing out slightly, as if showing off her amazing mother.
Jiang Xinlan!
These three words struck Shen Yu's mind like a thunderbolt.
The aloof beauty of Jiangcheng University was also the white moonlight in his heart.
Long-buried memories burst forth in an instant.
At a class reunion six years ago, he got extremely drunk. In his hazy state, he only remembered that Jiang Xinlan helped him and took him back to his rented room off campus.
He had no memory of what happened after that. When he woke up in the early hours of the next day, he found himself transported to the world of cultivation.
It turns out that they actually had sex that night.
It turns out that after he disappeared, Jiang Xinlan became pregnant with his child and raised the twins alone until they were six years old.
Shen Yu felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a hand, and a dense, throbbing pain swept through his entire body.
He simply couldn't believe that after they had sex, he not only didn't make any promises to Jiang Xinlan, but he also vanished without a trace.
Jiang Xinlan even discovered later that she was pregnant; how devastated and heartbroken she must have been.
He looked at the two children in front of him, his throat choked with emotion, and the cold, hardened heart he had cultivated over a hundred years of immortality shattered completely at this moment.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and asked again:
"Then why did you sneak out of kindergarten?"
Upon hearing this, Niannian's little mouth trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes again. Clutching the metal box in her arms, she said with a wronged expression:
"The kindergarten kids laughed at my brother and me, calling us wild children and saying we didn't have a dad... We told them we did have a dad, but they didn't believe us and even snatched my drawings."
She opened the iron box in her arms, inside which was a one-inch photo with frayed edges.
It was Shen Yu's student ID photo from his freshman year, along with a crookedly drawn family portrait.
The drawing shows a mother holding her and her younger brother's hands, with a tall and imposing father standing beside them.
Gui Gui pursed her lips, her tense little face drooping slightly, and added softly:
"Mom said that Dad went to heaven and became a star, and he won't come back. We wanted to go home to get Dad's picture to show the other kids, so we wouldn't be wild children without a father. But as we walked, we lost our way."