Chapter 1297: Chapter 926: Where Dreams Begin (Grand Finale) (Part 4)

"Hmm... I see."

Actually, I have no idea where my phone is; I’ll ask that blind fool later.

Mother Zhao keenly noticed among a group of curious girls, one who was looking down and asked softly, "Who is this?"

"Your daughter-in-law... um, she’s a writer."

"?" Old Zhao asked, "And who are these?"

"All your daughters-in-law."

The women withdrew their curious gazes, trying to hold back laughter, and bowed: "Greetings, father-in-law and mother-in-law."

The couple dropped the vegetables they were holding, and the group under the banyan tree was dumbfounded.

This is quite the crime, ever heard of bigamy?

Ling Ruoyu peeked out from behind Ye Wuming.

Old Zhao tightened his face: "Don’t tell me this kid who’s barely in ninth grade is also?"

"Oh, this one..." Zhao Changhe paused, pulling Ling Ruoyu forward: "Say hello to grandpa and grandma."

"What... what?"

Zhao Changhe pulled Xia Chichi over: "There’s another one in her belly, two or three months along."

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao!... Someone come, Old Zhao’s couple fainted from happiness!"

This meal couldn’t be cooked; Mrs. Zhao genuinely didn’t know how to cook for so many people, so the whole family headed to a hotel, discovering they needed the biggest table to fit the whole clan.

While eating, the two elders looked bewildered, their eyes periodically shifting between Ling Ruoyu’s face and Xia Chichi’s belly, pondering what on earth happened this semester...

And although the daughters-in-law are beautiful, why do they all seem a bit dazed? Just about this hotel’s chandelier; look how long they’ve been staring at it, each appearing quite interested, yet it’s unclear what makes the lamp so fascinating...

"Well... Changhe, we know your wives are beautiful... but you do know this is against the law, right?" Old Zhao asked his son in a low voice.

The subtext not only hinted at bigamy but possibly illegal trafficking of people with impaired consciousness.

Zhao Changhe could only say, "We’ll move abroad and take you along to live. You can also retire early..."

"You have money?"

"Yes..."

The two elders felt their son might have returned after committing crimes elsewhere, hesitating for a long while because they were unsure how to ask, simply stating, "Which country, Myanmar’s northern region?"

Zhao Changhe chuckled silently: "Relax, I’ll explain it to you slowly..."

...

Finally, after coaxing and deceiving his parents to rest at home, Zhao Changhe dashed out, gripping Ye Wuming by the door: "Where’s my phone?"

Ye Wuming whispered: "Still at the Divination House; I’ve rented it for three years. What do you want with that outdated phone? It’s too laggy for playing games."

Zhao Changhe clenched his fist.

Ye Wuming grinned apologetically: "I’ll take you to get it..."

"Don’t think you can ditch us." A bunch of heads popped out from behind: "We want to see the place where your dreams began."

Actually, there’s not much to see there... the shop is so small that it’s uncertain if a whole crowd can fit inside. Yet, in this moment, Zhao Changhe felt something stirring inside, feeling compelled to visit.

Thus, as a family, they instantly teleported, appearing inside the Divination House.

The Divination House’s door was tightly shut, looking like it had gone out of business due to poor management. The furnishings remained untouched, just covered with dust, indicating it had been vacant for a long time.

On the table lay a set of clothes, a cell phone, and a bunch of keys.

"Your husband’s inheritance." Ye Wuming introduced.

"..." Zhao Changhe gazed around: "How long has it been since you last came here?"

"Ever since having you, no one else mattered."

"Can I take that as a love confession?"

Ye Wuming gave a slight smile: "Yes."

Zhao Changhe, feeling quite cheerful, opened the door: "Let’s go, I’ll take you to stroll through the University City’s student street... I’ve mentioned to Jiuyou before, saying this is the place most filled with the flavor of life."

The student street during the holiday is no longer bustling, but there are still some businesses open, with students who haven’t gone home for the holiday wandering around in small groups. Around University City, there are often affiliated high schools and vocational schools, and many of the students are locals who often come to the student street.

Compared to the "endless traffic" of ancient times, this quieter student street still feels like a place brimming with life.

A dazzling variety of foods and goods dazzle everyone’s eyes.

Someone by the street is cosplaying, carrying a plastic Broadsword on their shoulder and a liquor gourd at their waist.

The group subconsciously stops in their tracks, their eyes blinking as they watch: "Why are there people cosplaying pretty boys here too... Such a small build..."

"That’s not your pretty boy, it’s another game character."

"What do you mean by game character?"

"Uh..." Ye Wuming didn’t know how to answer that, while racking his brains to come up with an easy-to-understand explanation, a commotion not far away interrupted his thoughts.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a few delinquent teenagers cornering a girl at the edge of the street: "Little sister, going to an anime exhibition alone during the big holiday, do you have a boyfriend?"

The girl was scared and huddled in the corner: "I, I have friends here!"

"Then where are they? Did they get scared off when they saw us brothers?" The delinquents laughed: "Little sister, I’m telling you, boyfriends with no guts are not worth having. Why not get to know us brothers..."

"Clang!" Ling Ruoyu drew his sword.

Zhao Changhe reached out to hold him back.

Ling Ruoyu looked up at his dad and then at his master in confusion. Didn’t these two hate such things the most? It was one thing to stop him, but why did both of them have such strange looks, almost like they were in a daze.

More dazed than the two were Xia Chichi and Tang Wanju, who were completely stunned.

Following their gaze, they saw a little yellow-haired boy, who looked visibly younger, rushing out from the street corner and shoving aside the leading delinquent, standing in front of the girl: "Scram!"

"Yo, little brother." The delinquents burst into laughter: "Have you graduated from middle school yet, acting heroic to save the beauty?"

The little yellow-haired boy spoke coldly: "Get lost quickly, if you keep babbling, I... I’m not sure I can control myself."

"Hahaha..." The teenagers burst into fits of laughter, "This little brother is really hilari..."

Before the word "hilarious" was even finished, there was a "bang" sound, and a single uppercut from the little yellow-haired boy landed on the delinquent’s stomach, sending him flying through the air like soaring through clouds and crashing into the wall behind, passing out immediately.

The little yellow-haired boy took a step forward, causing the other delinquents to step back in fear.

The look in this brat’s eyes was terrifying, as if he had really killed someone before.

"He didn’t die?" Zhao Changhe finally asked Ye Wuming.

Ye Wuming replied, "Before he died, I moved his Divine Soul back, returning him to the starting point... it was all just a dream for him. I hadn’t expected this, but he practiced based on the memory from the dream, and actually cultivated martial arts in this world without Spiritual Energy... He’s truly a remarkable genius."

Xia Chichi was silent for a while before whispering, "Thank you. For you, it wasn’t necessary to expend such effort."

Ye Wuming remained silent.

Wasn’t it to keep you from having regrets... speaking of which, back then, did he already care so much about the opinions of Zhao Changhe and the women around him?

Zhao Changhe whispered to Xia Chichi and Tang Wanju, "Do you two... plan to go and acknowledge him?"

Tang Wanju shook her head, indicating there was no need.

Xia Chichi looked on in a daze for a long, long time before whispering, "He’s already started acting heroically, that’s good... at least it shows that in his own place, he can take others seriously, right?"

"Yes... that is so."

"Then let’s go. These people are nothing to him."

"Alright." The group turned and walked into the side street, while the little yellow-haired boy seemed to sense something, suddenly turning his head, catching only a fleeting glimpse of ancient-style clothing as it disappeared around the corner.

The little yellow-haired boy knocked down the delinquent in front of him with a punch, and his mind involuntarily wandered: "The quality of cosplay these days keeps getting better, that outfit was just like the material of Tang Wanju’s Flowing Cloud Water Sleeve. Huh... wasn’t that a dream? Why do I remember the material so clearly, like I’ve actually seen it before..."

"I wonder how that dream ended... did the chaotic world I messed up get resolved, did that ghostly fire son-in-law end it..."

In the side road, Zhao Changhe stopped in his tracks and complained, "Now, who the hell is the ghostly fire..."

Everyone smiled wryly.

Zhao Changhe beamed a bright smile, reaching out to embrace them: "This is great... besides having you all, everything remains at the place where the dream began."

Under this peaceful sky, the book of a chaotic world is closed, only to be etched in the distant Other Shore.

[End of Book]