I want to go back to my original world and live an ordinary life.

The woman knew the reason why Lan Yue didn't help her, and she felt a little embarrassed. Although spiritual fruits are not valuable, they still need money to buy them. Although she is a member of the guard army, she can't get much money every month. In addition, she likes to eat spiritual fruits, so she has been delaying the payment of Lan Yue. But today, in order to get Lan Yue's help, the woman still made up her mind to pay Lan Yue the five spiritual fruits she owed, and promised to give Lan Yue two more spiritual fruits every day. Although it was a bit too little to only give Lan Yue two spiritual fruits, the woman also said that Lan Yue didn't need to deliver meals to Qiu Yan anymore. She would deliver meals every day, and Lan Yue only needed to pick them up. However, Lan Yue returned all the six spiritual fruits that she delivered to Qiu Yan every day, and gave Lan Yue two more spiritual fruits. Although Lan Yue had some intelligence, she was just a spiritual beast, and her intelligence was not high. After cashing in five spiritual fruits and adding the blank check of two spiritual fruits every day, Lan Yue immediately agreed to help the woman. Just like that, the deal was easily reached between the woman and Lan Yue.

Qiu Yan didn't know about the deal between the woman and Lan Yue, or the whereabouts of Old Hong and the young man. After his master left, Qiu Yan cried for a long time, but he calmed down. He knew that crying couldn't solve the problem. He had to practice hard. Only by practicing hard could he live up to his master's expectations of him, and only by practicing hard could he have a chance to go home. So, thinking of these, Qiu Yan stopped crying. He put all the anxiety and loneliness in his heart behind his mind, and focused on practicing.

The next day, before dawn, Qiu Yan, who had not slept all night, sorted out his emotions and began to practice as usual. He practiced until the sun came out, and Qiu Yan did not stop until he heard a cat's cry. Qiu Yan opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the cat's cry. He found that there was a black and purple civet cat standing in front of the wooden house, with two light blue eyes staring at him. Qiu Yan remembered this civet cat. It was the one who scratched his clothes into tatters. According to the master, it was also the civet cat that brought him food, but Qiu Yan had never seen it bring him food. "What is he doing here?" Qiu Yan looked at the black civet cat and stood up curiously and walked towards the civet cat. When the civet cat saw Qiu Yan walking towards him, it turned around and went into the house. Curious Qiu Yan followed the civet cat into the house and saw that the originally empty table was already filled with food, and the civet cat stood in front of the table and looked at Qiu Yan, as if asking Qiu Yan to eat.

"So you came to call me to eat!" Qiu Yan smiled when he saw the food on the table. He touched the civet cat's head and then sat down.

Looking at the sumptuous meal on the table, Qiu Yan felt that he had no appetite, but the spirit cat had brought the meal and specially called him to eat, so he would feel embarrassed if he didn't eat. So Qiu Yan picked up the chopsticks and started eating. After eating a little, Qiu Yan put down the chopsticks and said to the spirit cat, "Thank you for bringing me the meal. I'm full and I have to practice. You go back!" After that, Qiu Yan touched the spirit cat's head again, and then ran back to the peach forest to practice.

After Qiu Yan left, the spirit cat meowed at Qiu Yan's back in dissatisfaction, because she didn't like others touching her head, especially the opposite sex. But even if she didn't like it, there was nothing she could do. She was here to stare at Qiu Yan, not to fight with him. In order to get two more spirit fruits every day, Lan Yue thought she could endure it. So after meowing, Lan Yue put the food on the table into the storage space, then stretched, walked to the door of the wooden house and lay down, quietly watching Qiu Yan practice.

Qiuyan practiced quietly, while Lanyue had been lying in front of the wooden house staring at Qiuyan, not leaving for a moment. In a blink of an eye, the morning had passed, and at this moment, a whistle sounded from a distance to the wooden house. Lanyue, who was lying at the door, heard the whistle as if she had heard some signal, and stood up and ran in the direction of the whistle. After running a few steps, she turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared. Qiuyan was practicing, so he naturally heard the whistle. Although it was a little strange, Qiuyan didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't get up to see it. Because Qiuyan could hear that the whistle was not close to him, it would be a waste of time to run over to see it, so it would be better to practice honestly.

After Lan Yue disappeared from the front of the wooden house, she appeared directly in the woods a hundred meters away, and then she disappeared again. Every time she disappeared, she would appear a hundred meters away. In this way, she came to the top of a big tree, and a person stood on the top of the big tree. This person was none other than the armored woman who made a deal with him, that is, the elite of the beastman! The elite woman saw Lan Yue running over, but hurriedly asked Lan Yue about Qiu Yan's situation. Lan Yue meowed a few times, and the woman nodded. Then the woman took out Qiu Yan's lunch from the storage space, and Lan Yue also took out Qiu Yan's leftover breakfast. Then the two exchanged the food they took out. Lan Yue took the lunch back to Qiu Yan, and the woman took the leftovers back to deal with. In this way, the two completed the work of handing over the food. In order to appease Lan Yue, the woman also took out two spiritual fruits to feed Lan Yue. Of course, these two spiritual fruits were not bought by the woman herself, but Lan Yue could get them from the kitchen every day when she delivered meals. The woman got them for Lan Yue from the kitchen. In fact, they were the spiritual fruits that Lan Yue deserved, not the spiritual fruits rewarded by the woman. But even so, Lan Yue still felt very satisfied when eating them.

After eating the spiritual fruit, Lan Yue returned to the wooden house. After she placed the food on the table, she walked to Qiu Yan and meowed, reminding him that it was time for dinner. When Qiu Yan heard Lan Yue's call, he opened his eyes and looked at the sky. He guessed that Lan Yue was calling him to eat, so he thanked Lan Yue and subconsciously touched Lan Yue's head again, and then went back to the house to eat.

After finishing his meal, Qiu Yan started to practice again. In the afternoon, Qiu Yan’s practice included actual combat training, which was the same as usual, except that Qiu Yan’s light attribute had reached level 93 now, and it was difficult for spirit beasts below level 100 to defeat him, so actual combat training was no longer stressful for him, and he could basically win every day, it was just that winning was easy and simple.

Qiu Yan was a cultivator day after day, while Old Hong and the young man came to the Dongtian Mountains. After arriving at the Dongtian Mountains, Old Hong came to a canyon based on his memory. After arriving in the canyon, Old Hong looked around and said with a sad look in his eyes, "It has been five thousand years, and this place has become different from before. I remember there was a big tree here back then." Old Hong pointed to his right hand side. Five thousand years, this time is enough for the sea to dry up and the rocks to rot. There must have been a lot of changes here in such a long time, but these big changes are not as good as the change of a tree from existence to non-existence for Old Hong, because that tree is the tree growing in front of his house, but thousands of years have passed, and the former home has long become a flat land, and the tree has disappeared.

After saying this, Old Hong looked at the empty space in front of him, his eyes were very complicated. After looking quietly for a long time, Old Hong slowly stepped forward. After walking about a hundred meters, Old Hong stopped in front of a pile of stones covered with green grass. After stopping, Old Hong squatted on the ground, looking at the pile of stones in front of him that was about to merge with the earth, and said, "This is where my wife and children sleep. I buried them here and erected a stone tablet in front of each of their graves. However, thousands of years have passed, and the stone tablets are no longer there. Even if this grave had not been protected by the barrier, I would probably not be able to find it now!" When Old Hong said this, his tone was very calm and his speech speed was very slow. Although thousands of years have passed, when he came here, Old Hong felt as if it happened yesterday, and the memory that should have been blurred in his mind became clearer and clearer. Although thousands of years have passed, his eyes still turn red when he thinks of it. But he didn't cry this time, because he understood a truth since that day: tears will not be pitied. Tears are the performance of the weak, and there are never weak people in the eyes of the strong. So, from that day on, Mr. Hong stopped crying, but worked hard to make himself a strong man, a strong man who never needs to cry or lose again. He wants revenge, he wants revenge on the strong who are much stronger than him. Mr. Hong is 5,473 years old this year, and in his 5,473 years, he has worked hard for revenge for 5,236 years. It can be said that except for the first 237 years of his life, he has been working hard for revenge. His life was rough and gloomy. Looking back on his life, Mr. Hong couldn't think of what he had done in the past 5,000 years except revenge, because everything he did was just for revenge. Although the road to revenge of 5,236 years is long, fortunately, Mr. Hong succeeded. He killed his enemy with his own hands and avenged his wife and children. It is also because of this that he can return to this place today. Otherwise, how could he have the face to come back.

Old Hong squatted beside the pile of stones, thinking about the past while taking care of the moss and weeds on the stones. He didn't speak at this time, and the young man standing behind him didn't speak either, because he didn't know what to say, and Old Hong didn't know what to say either. All Old Hong could do was to rebuild the graves of his wife and children.