Chapter 62

After another arduous journey through mountains and rivers, more than a month later, Su Yi stood at the gate of the Wanyan Mansion, his heart filled with sighs.

He's back...

After more than a year, after wandering around in circles, he finally returned to this starting point. When he left, he was just an ordinary, weak young man who knew nothing about martial arts, but now, standing here, he was a martial arts expert who could rank among the best in the martial world.

Su Yi suddenly felt like a max-level character returning to the newbie village...

While he was standing at the gate, lost in thought, a servant suddenly came out from inside, holding a broom, seemingly preparing to clean the area outside the gate. Seeing someone standing there, he was about to drive the person away, but upon a closer look, he immediately cried out, "Young Master? Isn't that Young Master?"

Su Yi scratched his ear, thinking to himself that he had only lived in the mansion for a short three days, and had been called "Young Master" only a few times. Yet, why did hearing this call now make him feel so nostalgic?

After much thought, Su Yi finally came to a conclusion: it wasn't that he wasn't good enough, but rather that the enemy's sugar-coated bullets were too powerful. The title "Young Master" was so enchanting that it was impossible not to feel nostalgic...

While he was lost in thought, the servant had already rushed back in panic, and soon a loud voice echoed from inside the courtyard.

"Young Master has returned to the mansion!"

With a momentum akin to the Japanese entering a village, a commotion ensued, and numerous footsteps sounded as dozens of servants and attendants rushed out, kneeling before Su Yi with utmost respect, and in unison, they said, "We welcome Young Master back to the mansion!"

"Uh... all of you can get up, no need to kneel," Su Yi said calmly.

"Yes!"

Dozens of people stood up in unison, then lined up on both sides of Su Yi, waiting for him to enter the mansion.

This feeling... is so good!

Su Yi smiled slightly and was about to step inside when a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted over. Before he could react, he found himself enveloped in a warm embrace, a familiar yet strange scent filling his nose. Then he heard a choked voice.

"Kang'er, my dear Kang'er, you're finally back... Mother has missed you so much..."

Su Yi's arms stiffened for a moment, then slowly embraced the figure, his heart surging with emotions, unsure whether it was awkwardness or joy...

At this moment, he finally understood why, despite only living here for three days, he felt such a deep attachment to this place. Because the person who cared for him the most in this world was here...

Qiu Chuji treated Su Yi very well, but Su Yi was certain that if he dared to commit any crimes, Qiu Chuji would be the first to clean house. Yang Tiexin was even less likely to show such affection. Apart from Guo Jing, he didn't care about anyone else, which made one wonder about Guo Jing's true parentage...

Only Bao Xiruo, Su Yi knew, would forgive him no matter what mistakes he made. Even if he set the house on fire, she would be the first to set up a ladder. This boundless indulgence was truly addictive!

At this moment, Su Yi no longer felt awkward about his identity. After all, the main god had said that Su Yi was Yang Kang, just with his memory erased. The feeling of being cared for was so good, why bother to question his identity?

Silently embracing this mother who had given him all the care and love a child could ask for, Su Yi reaffirmed his resolve: Yang Tiexin, you are a lucky man. Just because your wife cares for me so much, I will do my utmost to help you and your wife reunite, to let you both leave the Wanyan Mansion alive, and to prevent the tragedy of the original story from befalling this woman who has suffered so much.

...

The next day, the sun was high in the sky, and Su Yi, after a long absence, had a good lazy sleep.

It must be said that the feeling of being at home is truly wonderful. Although everything here was unfamiliar, since this place was called home, it felt much more intimate than the simple wooden house of the Quanzhen Sect or the dilapidated cave in the Sword Tomb.

He opened his eyes groggily, and the first thing he saw was a familiar and affectionate figure. Bao Xiruo was sitting by the bed, looking at him. From her appearance, it seemed she had been sitting there for a long time.

The Nine Yang True Qi could now operate spontaneously, and theoretically, any movement within ten meters should not escape Su Yi's notice. He wondered how Bao Xiruo had opened the door and entered without disturbing him. Perhaps his subconscious recognized her as family, so he noticed her presence but subconsciously ignored it and continued sleeping?

Su Yi shook his head to clear the drowsiness and smiled, "Mother~"

As soon as he said it, he was surprised by how natural it felt, as if he had called her a thousand times before.

Bao Xiruo smiled and reached out to touch Su Yi's face, saying with concern, "You've lost weight..."

"Rubbish, I've been eating well and living comfortably. You gave me so much pocket money, how could I possibly neglect myself? Haven't you noticed how much whiter and fatter I've become?"

Indeed, after mastering the second volume of the Nine Yang Scripture, Su Yi's skin had improved significantly.

Bao Xiruo, however, had her own theory. She said, "Even if you eat well every day, how can you eat properly without Mother by your side?"

"Uh..." At this moment, Su Yi really felt embarrassed to admit that he had been eating well and sleeping soundly, even without her by his side. The only thing he missed was the lack of a girlfriend...

"Come, this is the lotus seed soup I made for you. You love it so much, and you haven't had it for so long, you must be craving it, right?"

Saying this, Bao Xiruo brought a bowl of soup from the table and handed it to Su Yi.

Actually, I prefer eight-treasure porridge. Lotus seed soup is too plain.

Su Yi thought to himself but obediently took the lotus seed soup. He found it indeed less rich than eight-treasure porridge.

After the first mouthful, his eyes lit up, and all his complaints vanished. Only the familiar delicious taste remained, and it was so good!

It felt as if he had eaten it many times before, yet he couldn't remember any of it. It was a strange feeling.

With that strange feeling, Su Yi finished the lotus seed soup in a few bites.

"Slow down, slow down, no one is competing with you..."

Bao Xiruo watched Su Yi with a smile, occasionally wiping the corners of his mouth, looking content and happy.

After finishing the lotus seed soup, Bao Xiruo pulled Su Yi to sit by the table and began to ask about his life over the past year in great detail.

At first, Su Yi felt a bit awkward facing Bao Xiruo's questions, but as time passed, he found this feeling very familiar and nostalgic. He gradually opened up, picking out the parts he could talk about, and happily chatted with Bao Xiruo.

A soul nearing thirty naturally wouldn't talk about his grievances or losses and seek comfort. Reporting good news and not bad news was the basic principle. Su Yi didn't mention the hard work and travel of the past half year. Instead, he talked about how considerate Qiu Chuji was, how hard he had trained, and how he had earned the recognition of everyone through his efforts.

When Bao Xiruo heard that Su Yi had become one of the top four among the third-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, she covered her mouth in surprise, almost bursting into tears of joy.

Seeing Bao Xiruo's expression of pride in her son, Su Yi thought to himself, if I told her now that my martial arts skills are so strong that even if Qiu Lao Dao came, I could easily compete with him, wouldn't she faint from joy?

But seeing someone happy for his achievements made Su Yi very happy too!