Past

Chapter 267 264 Past

This existed within an inner world outside of time, originating from the heart of a dying old man.

Zhang Jingqing excitedly gazed with his blue glowing eyes at Zhang Zhiwei, who was erupting with golden light.

He was currently at his peak strength within this inner world, yet he hadn't expected to still be unable to defeat him.

Enveloped in the dazzling golden light, Zhang Zhiwei finally noticed something was amiss.

This feeling was completely different from when he entered his inner world to confront his inner demons in the past.

Moreover, his master's demeanor and various details didn't seem like something his inner demons could conjure.

He suddenly extinguished the golden light around him and asked with a hint of uncertainty, "Master, is that you?"

"Hahaha, you little rascal, you finally realized it."

Zhang Jingqing gasped for breath. Although he was laughing on the surface, he knew in his heart that his time was running out.

Otherwise, there was no reason for him to feel tired and out of breath even in the inner world.

"It really is you! Master!!"

Zhang Zhiwei shouted again in disbelief, then ran to Zhang Jingqing like a child and embraced him tightly.

Thus, Lin Feng witnessed such a scene.

An old man wailing and calling a middle-aged man "Master," a scene that was truly bizarre.

"I never thought that we master and disciple would have the chance to meet again."

After a brief release of emotions, the master and disciple sat face to face calmly, chatting about things from the past.

"Master, didn't you pass away? How? Oh! Could it be that Senior Lin did it?"

Zhang Zhiwei sized up Zhang Jingqing, feeling somewhat strange.

His master had died long ago and could not possibly be alive.

After a moment of thought, he immediately thought of Lin Feng, after all, it was Lin Feng who brought him here.

"That one is a divine being, capable of even the power to transcend time. I truly can't imagine what level of cultivation he has reached, alas."

Zhang Jingqing admired him from the bottom of his heart.

But then, he changed the subject. His time was running out, and he didn't have much curiosity about Lin Feng.

What was most important to him now were his disciples.

"How are you brothers doing now? What about Huaiyi?"

Hearing his master inquire about his fellow disciples, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes dimmed slightly, "Master, look how old I am now. Even if those fellow disciples had higher cultivation, they would eventually reach the end of their lifespans. Even I don't know how many more years I have left. Now, only Tian Jinzhong and I remain."

"You rascal!"

Zhang Jingqing raised his hand to knock Zhang Zhiwei on the head, but when his hand came down, he gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Alas, not bad, not bad."

All sorts of words came to his lips, but they turned into just "not bad."

Zhang Jingqing had nothing to say, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Huaiyi, he... because of the Jiashen Calamity back then, was hunted down and later killed by the Tang Clan's Dan Shi."

Zhang Zhiwei knew what his master wanted to know. His junior brother Huaiyi was one of his master's favorites.

Huaiyi's family background was extremely miserable, and he lived in worry every day.

Reaching old age, he was still being hunted down, his entire life was truly unfortunate.

"In that case, it can be considered a relief. It's alright, seeing you like this, I am quite satisfied."

Zhang Jingqing composed himself, and his body began to emit a little bit of colorful light.

Lin Feng, who had been hiding in the dark, saw this and quietly flew above them, using the Soul Devour ability.

This old man possessed the Celestial Master Empowerment. Lin Feng had only glanced at this thing before and hadn't studied it carefully.

Now that he had the opportunity, he might as well devour it and study it himself.

"It seems that the time has come, I should leave."

Zhang Jingqing looked at his body emitting light and understood that his life had come to an end. He smiled in relief.

"Master, now Huaiyi's grandson has come to the mountain. I have prepared the Luotian Dajiao for him, and the next generation of Celestial Master will be passed on to him. I have also taken in many disciples, and they have each opened branches of the Celestial Master Mansion throughout the country. In addition, the country is much more peaceful, and everyone is no longer worried about food, and..."

Watching Zhang Jingqing disappear little by little, Zhang Zhiwei said to Zhang Jingqing with red eyes all the good things of their generation.

At this moment, Zhang Jingqing changed his usual seriousness, and the expression that was always stern on his face finally revealed a gratified smile.

Looking at his master's last fading face, Zhang Zhiwei finally couldn't help but lower his head and sob.

"Well done."

With a faint sentence, Zhang Jingqing's soul completely dissipated in this world.

The moment Zhang Jingqing's soul dissipated, Zhang Zhiwei instantly returned to his body.

Lin Feng also deactivated the inner vision that communicated with past time.

In the past, at the final moment of death, Zhang Jingqing's body slumped powerlessly, accompanied by a few deflated laughs.

If Lin Feng had specifically witnessed this scene, he would have been astonished.

Because Zhang Jingqing's soul had already been devoured by him. Logically speaking, Zhang Jingqing should have died instantly at that moment.

Setting aside Zhang Jingqing's brief anomaly, Zhang Zhiwei returned to reality, feeling a patch of dampness on his cheek.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe it away, he saw Feng Baobao handing him a handkerchief, with grains of rice still on her lips, saying, "Here you go."

"Thank you, little girl. Alas, when you get old, you can't bear to see..."

Zhang Zhiwei took the handkerchief, wiping his face as he spoke, intending to launch into a sentimental speech.

But he saw Feng Baobao turn her head, pick up her rice bowl, and bury her entire face in it, continuing to shovel down rice.

Zhang Zhiwei twitched the corner of his mouth awkwardly, swallowing all the words he had in his stomach.

"Let's eat. Next, it's my business with Baobao."

Lin Feng used his telekinesis to send Zhang Zhiwei to the opposite side of the table, tilting his head to look at Feng Baobao, who was diligently eating.

"Baobao, do you want to find your family?"

Lin Feng suddenly asked.

Feng Baobao stopped eating, slammed her rice bowl down with a clang, turned her head, and stared with her big eyes, asking in authentic Sichuan dialect, "You know my family? Who's my old man? Who's my old ma? Who are all in my family?"

Feng Baobao asked a series of questions, her big eyes full of anxiety.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you everything I need to."

Lin Feng placed a hand on Feng Baobao, who was about to climb onto him, using his ability to calm her down.

"Speaking of which, you should call me Uncle."

"Uncle?!"

Feng Baobao was stunned, the pupils in her eyes suddenly shrinking.

She looked at Lin Feng's golden-red eyes, and for some reason, Feng Baobao had a feeling that the question that had accompanied her for decades could finally be answered today.

"It was a long time ago, almost during the War of Resistance, when the country was in an era of internal strife. You and your parents were the ones who met me at that time. I also held you at that time. You were so small, limp, and especially cute."

Lin Feng gestured, but fearing that Feng Baobao might not understand, he used Illusion Arts to directly conjure up Feng Baobao's childhood appearance.

Seeing her childhood appearance, Feng Baobao slowly froze.