Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 600 - 610: Ye Tian’s Dream

After Ye Tian returned, his plan for the rest of his life was to engage in charity work.

To say he was doing charity was actually an act of atonement, to redeem the blood he had spilled with his hands in the past decade and more, to repent for the lives he took.

Regardless, Ye Tian had killed under the orders of the old poison master, but as Ye Ling had said, his father had killed people when he was unable to control his own mind.

Perhaps, Ye Tian was guilty, but the biggest criminal was not him, it was the old poison master.

At this moment, everything was over, and no matter what, Ye Tian had come home. With Ye Ling looking after his father, no more accidents would happen.

"Xiao Ling, I really never expected, my own son, to actually be an Immortal, tsk tsk, my life as Ye Tian is truly worthwhile!"

Ye Tian burst into hearty laughter, his grizzled hair making him look much more weathered, his eyes also revealing a trace of world-weariness, but it made him seem more masculine.

Teenage boys in their teens and twenties are not called men, they are considered immature boys with no appeal whatsoever.

A thirty-year-old man is only then referred to as a man, as both his tolerance and his temperament are slowly transforming.

As for men in their forties, that is when they are at their most charismatic, men of that age are the most attractive.

"Alright Dad, all the neighbors from the village are here, aren't you going to come out and greet your guests? You're not planning to leave Mom to handle it all by herself, are you?"

Ye Ling chuckled, and Ye Tian also smiled, straightened his back, and walked out. In the courtyard, one familiar yet strange person after another walked up to him with smiles.

Ye Ling watched his father's repeated awkwardness, the way he asked for people's names, and couldn't help but laugh.

On one side of the courtyard, Ye Jianwen was chopping vegetables, preparing to cook a table full of dishes for today's big event. Of course, the usual chefs who worked in the village for celebrations had also been invited. Otherwise, with so many people, Ye Jianwen couldn't manage on his own.

Wang Shufen was working with a few sisters-in-law, talking and laughing, occasionally tidying her disheveled hair.

Among them, Li Jinfeng seemed to be remorseful, chatting and laughing with Wang Shufen, without any of her previous shrewishness. Perhaps she truly repented, or perhaps she had her eye on Ye Ling's momentum.

But no matter what, this was the best possible outcome, and Ye Ling's influence was always the best catalyst.

This day was probably the busiest day for the Ye Family in a very long time, with the entire Ye Family in full force, and nearly all the villagers had come.

Ye Tian had been a good man in the village before, so there was a reason why the villagers were willing to come.

At noon, Ye Tian and a big group of people stood in front of the towering three-story villa, overwhelmed with emotion. Countless people marveled, praising Ye Tian for having such a good son.

"The time has come, light the firecrackers!"

Ye Jianjun waved his hand and shouted. Several young men lit the firecrackers and quickly ran to the side. With bursts of cracks and pops, the firecrackers shot into the air.

Ye Tian looked at the scene before his eyes and couldn't help but laugh, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes. He was amazed that once upon a time, he never would have imagined that he could live in such a fine villa.

And all of this was orchestrated by his own son, which made him feel overwhelming shame.

When his son was at the most crucial stage of growth, when he needed him the most, he himself had disappeared, gone for more than a decade.

During those years, he dared not think of how his wife had managed, alone with his son in desolation.

"Xiao Ling, your father is sorry," Ye Tian said, grasping Ye Ling's hand with deep emotion. But Ye Ling was amused, "Dad, you're such an old man now, why are you saying things that give me goosebumps?"

"The one you owe an apology to the most is Mom. You've got to take good care of her."

Ye Ling chuckled, and Ye Tian nodded in agreement. He resolved to make up for what he had lost. This man, who had been working relentlessly for over a decade, never had any grand dreams.

To not let his family suffer and to raise his son in the best possible environment was enough.

As the firecrackers ceased, the marble floor was covered in fragments, a festive sea of red that filled one with wonder.

The guests walked into the house and were immediately astonished. All the household appliances were state-of-the-art, some of which they had never even seen before.

There were even two of the most advanced smart cleaning robots, completely dumbfounding these villagers with their modest education. It was like something out of a movie, wasn't it?

The decor in the house was luxurious without being ostentatious, with the entire place decorated with an ancient flair. All the furniture was made of solid wood, specifically rosewood.

Of course, this was not sponsored by Wang Di, but Shen Yuexin had specifically instructed for it to be brought in overnight from out of town.

The three-story villa, with its study, bedrooms, living room, and dining room, all made a striking impression. Even among the most luxurious neighborhoods in Donghai, this decor would be top-notch.

"Folks," Ye Tian said, "being alive to return home is already the best favor the heavens could have granted me. Today, we will not return until we are drunk!"

With a wave of his hand, Ye Tian elicited hearty laughter from the villagers as the crowd joyfully made its way to Ye Jianwen's courtyard.

The tables had been set up, and the small courtyard couldn't fit them all; they had to be arranged out on the road. Only in the countryside could this be possible—never in the city.

Everyone took their seats as dishes of rare delicacies were served. Ye Ling had initially wanted to hire some top-tier chefs, but Ye Tian had rejected the idea.

What defines villagers, if not the closeness they share? They wanted to savor the genuine warmth and bonding of village life. To do anything superficial would be to lose its very essence.

However, the liquor was not to be taken lightly. With a generous gesture, Ye Ling had managed to get a hundred and some boxes of fine liquor from Longteng Liquor Industry sent over, which, of course, was not Wu Long Drunk.

This wasn't because Ye Ling wasn't generous, but rather, if Wu Long Drunk were served, then after the family had gone back to Donghai City, the local villagers would be left craving something they couldn't have.

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Even so, everyone thoroughly enjoyed the drinks, which, on the market, would cost several thousand yuan per bottle—a quality even wealthy households wouldn't be able to indulge in for celebrations.

Not due to the cost, but because they were simply not for sale.

At the table, Ye Jianjun drank a few too many glasses and stood up, looking over the big tableful of his relatives, "Ye Tian, your big brother is sorry."

"These past ten years you've been gone, I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a brother, or as an uncle either."

"And to my brothers, I've spent the first half of my life lost in power and prestige. I was wrong, and I hope you all can forgive me."

After speaking, Ye Jianjun tilted his head back and downed a glass, while Ye Tian laughed, quickly stood up, walked over to Ye Jianjun, and pressed him back down into his seat.

"Big brother, remember, you are my elder brother, my own big brother—that's all that matters!"

Ye Tian's words instantly filled Ye Jianjun's eyes with tears. This man, well into his fifties, was filled with regret.