Chapter 4: A Heart Unwilling to Yield

Ye Feng left calmly, a calmness that seemed to foreshadow some inexplicable outburst.

Ye Feng was just a minor figure, an ordinary person except for his interaction with Li Tianhe, a shining star. His departure did not cause any ripple in the Central Hospital, which was well-known even in Jiangnan City, just as his arrival had caused no stir.

But, Ye Feng believed, the future might be different.

Not long after Ye Feng left, Li Tianhe also departed from the outpatient department. No one knew about the peculiar conversation that had taken place, a conversation that had brought some changes to their respective fates.

Ding ling ling—

Li Tianhe pulled out his phone from his pocket and brought it to his ear, adjusting it slightly to align with the earpiece.

"Hello?"

"Grandpa, are you coming back for dinner tonight?" came the voice of a young man from the other end.

Li Tianhe smiled with relief, but then his smile turned sly, a strange combination of expressions, "Yes, I am. Hehe, did you run into problems with your training again? What do you want me to bring back this time?"

The voice on the other end seemed a bit embarrassed. Li Tianhe could imagine his grandson scratching his head with his thick hands, "Yes, today Brother Ge said I was a bit restless and needed to calm down and get rid of my impatience, or he wouldn't teach me the next set of martial arts techniques. So, I want you to bring me some 'Emperor's Heart Nourishing Pills' to calm me down, hehe!"

"You little rascal, always messing around with these things. Yes, listening to Brother Ge is a good idea; I trust his judgment. Alright, I'll bring them back. But you better prepare a good meal to show your respect to your grandpa."

"Of course, Grandpa, no problem! I'll hang up now." The voice on the other end sounded delighted.

Li Tianhe hung up the phone, shaking his head with a smile. He really couldn't do anything about his grandson, who always caused him trouble. Soon, Li Tianhe couldn't help but think about the young man from earlier, sighing softly to himself, "It's not easy to enter the martial arts world, let alone the world of cultivators, which is even further away from you."

Do cultivators really have those kinds of abilities? Sometimes, I really hope they do.

In the end, what choice will you make?

I hope you make the choice you want!

Li Tianhe didn't mind praying for the young man who had left a good impression on him.

Ye Feng, full of thoughts, took the bus back to his street from the Central Hospital. The sky had turned as dark as the face of Bao Gong, completely black.

Ye Feng's home was located in the southwestern corner of Canglang District in Jiangnan City, a standard three-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom apartment. His parents were ordinary salaried workers, and he himself was a typical "three-nothing" person: no money, no talent, no power.

Although his illness was almost cured, Ye Feng still felt very uneasy, as if a mysterious fire was rising in his chest, perhaps due to the unease from learning the truth about the real world of cultivation from the old doctor, or the worry about the distant world of cultivators...

These emotions might have brewed the fire within Ye Feng, making him restless, as if something significant was about to happen.

The troubled Ye Feng didn't realize that his emotions had affected a small, rhombus-shaped crystal in an unknown space. The crystal emitted invisible waves, trembling due to the emotional fluctuations transmitted by the white thread, almost breaking through the space.

Ye Feng walked the last stretch of the way home, the dark night not providing much security.

Occasionally, a few functioning streetlights on the side of the road cast patches of light on the small path, but the sense of insecurity remained.

Walking on the quiet street, Ye Feng recalled the conversation with the old doctor at the Central Hospital, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. Was the real world of cultivation really like that?

Ye Feng didn't want to believe it.

He also thought about his awkward self in the hospital, feeling a bit酸楚 (sour and bitter), a bit wronged, and a bit helpless. The fire in his chest seemed to grow, almost bursting out.

Many people have the conditions to live the life they want, but more people struggle between their dreams and reality.

Life is always full of helplessness.

Imagine if your life every day was a monotonous and ordinary repetition: going to work, coming home, and repeating this cycle. Although busy, it is a dull and boring existence.

Such a life often drives people to the brink of madness, and one day you will break free from the shackles that bind you. However, the difficulties of life are like thick, heavy clouds, pressing down on the sky, making it hard to breathe. Many people succumb to this atmosphere, barely surviving under the oppressive sky, wasting their lives.

Ye Feng knew that society had many stages, but not everyone was suited to live such a life. He felt he wasn't suitable, as he couldn't play that role for long. Ye Feng's stage should belong to cultivation; otherwise, his heart would be exhausted.

One day, as you walk through the bustling crowd, watching the busy pedestrians, you might feel lost, unsure of where to go. One day, you might feel that your life's value has not been realized, and your life has become meaningless.

Ye Feng was afraid of such a situation becoming a reality. He wanted to do what he wanted to do, live the life he wanted to live, and fight for the belief in his heart.

Ye Feng couldn't resist the deep longing for cultivation, which made him feel like he was truly living. He wanted to pursue his own sky, and even if he was battered and bruised one day, he would have no regrets, able to say to himself, "You are the best!"

Everyone has a heart unwilling to be ordinary!

Everyone wants to live a brilliant life in this world?!

Living in front of the crowd, living under the spotlight, living in people's hearts.

Looking at the road he had walked for nearly twenty years, the road was still the same, but the person was no longer the same. Now, Ye Feng needed to face more realistic things and take on various responsibilities, but the belief in his heart kept him in a state of painful contradiction.

In a daze, Ye Feng felt that all the negative emotions from his limited twenty-odd years suddenly surged out, all the contradictions and pain turned into memories flooding his mind. The chaotic thoughts swayed with the dim light from the streetlights, drifting and floating, crossing the barriers of time and space, transforming into ordinary scenes.

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