Yang Jian Saves His Mother (Final)

At the summit of Peach Mountain, Yang Jian knelt amidst the ruins, tightly embracing the still-warm body of a woman—his mother, Yao Ji.

"Mother..."

A beast-like whimper escaped Yang Jian's throat; his tears had long since dried up, leaving only a deep-seated hatred and despair.

My aunt's cold and heartless face lingered in my mind.

For the sake of so-called Heavenly Rules, he actually ordered the execution of his own sister!

Just as Yang Jian's Dao heart was about to be swallowed up by boundless hatred and completely collapse, a calm voice sounded behind him.

Do you hate her? Do you want to bring her back to life?

Yang Jian suddenly turned around and saw a man in a black robe standing three feet behind him.

He had a handsome face and an extraordinary temperament. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, as if they could see through eternity and understand people's hearts.

With Yang Jian's current cultivation level, he was completely unaware of this person's approach.

Yang Jian held his mother's body even tighter, his voice hoarse as he roared, "Who are you?"

Who I am is not important.

Chu Feng calmly said, "The important thing is that I can give you a chance for revenge, a chance for your mother to be reborn."

Rebirth?

These two words struck Yang Jian like a thunderbolt, creating a tidal wave in his otherwise lifeless heart.

He stared intently at Chu Feng, his eyes filled with suspicion and a hint of desperate hope. "What did you say? Senior, don't try to play games with me here!"

"Playing with you?"

Chu Feng's lips curled into a smile. "You're not qualified yet. I'm only asking you: do you want to, or don't you want to?"

"What are the conditions?"

Yang Jian wasn't stupid; he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.

"Join the Interception Sect," Chu Feng said succinctly.

Interception Sect?

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Having already become a disciple of Yu Ding Zhenren, how could he possibly join the Interception Sect?

Seemingly seeing through Yang Jian's doubts, Chu Feng said no more, and calmly said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. I'll give you ten breaths to consider."

Ten breaths later, your mother, who is destined for this calamity, will have her soul completely dissipate into the world. At that time, even a saint will be powerless to reverse the situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Feng closed his eyes, as if entering a meditative state.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, each breath like a heavy hammer blow to Yang Jian's heart.

He looked at his mother's face, which was growing colder in his arms, and the glimmer of his soul was fading away at a visible speed.

Reason told him that this was impossible; this person must be a fraud.

But that one in ten thousand chance was like the last straw a drowning man grasped at, making it impossible for him to let go.

He can't afford to lose anymore! He's already lost everything!

"I agree!"

In the final moment of the ninth breath, Yang Jian roared with all his might, "I'm willing to join the Interception Sect! Please, senior, save my mother!"

Chu Feng slowly opened his eyes and nodded slightly. "Very good."

Chu Feng's gaze sharpened. Facing Yao Ji's corpse, he gently raised his right hand. "In my name, I command time to reverse!"

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, Qiankun was turned upside down!

A vast, illusory river, stretching through the past, present, and future, appeared out of thin air behind Chu Feng.

On the long river, every wave represents a point in time and contains immense power.

Chu Feng's five fingers twitched slightly, and the River of Time and Space began to flow backward!

Yang Jian was horrified to see that the collapsed Peach Mountain was rapidly recovering, and the scattered peach wood fragments flew back to their original positions.

The bloody hole in his mother's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, her pale face regained its rosy hue, and the light of her fading soul became more radiant than ever before!

In the blink of an eye, Yao Ji suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes, a hint of confusion in them.

"I... I haven't already..."

"Mother!" Yang Jian could no longer hold back, and he hugged his mother, whom he had lost and found again, and burst into tears.

Yao Ji looked at her tearful son, then at Chu Feng beside her whose aura was unfathomable, and instantly understood what was going on.

Yang Jian solemnly pulled his mother along and performed the three bows and nine kowtows to Chu Feng: "Thank you for your life-saving grace, Senior! Yang Jian is willing to go through fire and water for the Interception Sect, even unto death!"

Chu Feng accepted the bow without hesitation and nodded slightly. "Rise, and come back to Golden Ao Island with me."

Having said that, he waved his sleeve, and a golden light enveloped the three of them, instantly tearing through the void and disappearing from the summit of Peach Mountain.

East China Sea, Golden Ao Island.

Jade Pure Palace, a stunningly beautiful figure sat gracefully on a cloud bed.

She was dressed in the robes of immortals, and her body exuded a powerful aura of primordial chaos. She was none other than the Jie Sect Leader, the Saint Tongtian.

When Chu Feng led Yang Jian and his mother into the main hall, Tongtian's face instantly lit up with a bright smile, and he stood up to greet them:

"Fellow Daoist Chu Feng, you're finally back!"

Chu Feng smiled and briefly recounted what had happened.

Upon hearing of Yao Ji's plight, Tongtian glanced at the exceptionally talented Yang Jian, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He then waved his hand with a flourish. "Good! Haotian is ungrateful; my Interception Sect will take him in!"

"From this day forward, Yao Ji will be an outer disciple of my Interception Sect, Yang Jian will become my disciple under my name. Are you willing?"

Yang Jian and Yao Ji were both surprised and delighted, and quickly bowed in gratitude.

Just then, Yang Jian's face showed a hint of hesitation.

Tongtian, being such a remarkable person, saw through his thoughts at a glance and said with a smile, "What's troubling you? Speak freely."

Now that you have joined my Jie Interception Sect, I will naturally take care of you.

Yang Jian mustered his courage, knelt down, and said, "Your Majesty, your disciple... your disciple also had an older brother named Yang Jiao, who died protecting us."

My father, Yang Tianyou, has also been separated from us and his whereabouts are unknown. I humbly beg the Holy One for mercy to help me find my father and resurrect my brother!

"Haha, it's no big deal!"

Tongtian, unrestrained laugh indicates indifference.

She calculated with her fingers, her gaze piercing through the three realms, and instantly locked onto Yang Tianyou, who was lost and dejected in a mortal city.

"Come!"

Tongtian gave a soft shout and reached out with her delicate hand to grab at the void.

The next second, Yang Tianyou appeared out of thin air in the main hall, looking completely bewildered.

"My husband!"

"Father!"

Yao Ji and Yang Jian were overjoyed and the three of them embraced and wept bitterly, expressing the pain of their separation.

Yang Jian was once again moved to tears by Tongtian's kindness.

Tongtian waved his hand, then prepared to use the same method to revive Yang Jiao.

When she used her divine sense to explore the Six Paths of Reincarnation in an attempt to retrieve Yang Jiao's true spirit, she discovered that his true spirit seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible shackle of the Heavenly Dao, and no matter how she used her magic, she could not shake it in the slightest.

"Um?"

Tongtian's face showed a look of doubt. "Strange, there is more to this boy's death than meets the eye. Even I cannot revive him."

These words plunged Yang Jian's family, who had just been reunited, back into despair.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, he was destined for this calamity, his fate was extraordinary, and his death and dissipation were part of destiny. With your current cultivation level, you naturally cannot reverse it."

Chu Feng spoke calmly, revealing the secret of Heavenly secrets in a single sentence.

Upon hearing this, Tongtian suddenly understood.

Yang Jian knelt down before Chu Feng with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground heavily. "I beg you, senior, have mercy and save my brother's life! Yang Jian is willing to be your ox or horse for all eternity to repay your great kindness!"

Chu Feng nodded slightly, raised his hand again, and the River of Time and Space reappeared.

With a flick of his finger, a faint wisp of true spirit light was forcibly separated from the surging river, and then with a flick of his finger, it disappeared into the void.

A moment later, a young figure bearing some resemblance to Yang Jian materialized in the light; it was Yang Jiao.

The family was finally reunited, and they wept with joy. Their gratitude to Chu Feng and Tongtian was beyond words, and they immediately decided that the whole family would join the Interception Sect and never betray them.

Tongtian readily agreed, Jade Pure Palace was filled with joy and harmony.

However, at this moment of great reunion, a woman's voice rang out directly in Chu Feng's mind.

"Chu Feng, come to the Purple Heavens Palace to see me."

Chu Feng's eyes narrowed instantly. "Why did Hongjun suddenly call me? Has something unexpected happened?"

P. S.: My focus is currently on the new book, so updates to this book will be sporadic. I'm aware of any chapters I'm missing, and I'll make up for them once the new book is doing well.

In addition, the new book is currently close to 90,000 words long, and everyone is welcome to read it.