Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 669 - 332 Father and Son

Chenxiang listened quietly to his father's tale, slowly sketching out an image of his mother in his mind. A joyful smile couldn't help but appear on his face; his mother was as gentle and kind as he had imagined.

It turned out that the maternal love he had received was no less than anyone else's. Suddenly, a great weight seemed to lift from his heart; at that moment, Chenxiang felt an all-encompassing clarity throughout his body.

"What happened after that? Why was Mother suppressed under Mount Hua?"

"After that, somehow the news of your mother and me getting married reached the heavens. Your uncle, Mysterious Origin True Monarch, flew into a rage and personally came to capture us. To protect us, your mother had no choice but to surrender to her own brother, under the condition that he would let us go," Liu Yanchang said with a sigh, recollecting the past as if it were all right before his eyes. He had been powerless to do anything but watch his wife being pressed under Mount Hua. Ever since then, that event had lurked in his heart like a Poison Snake, occasionally breaking out to tear at his soul.

"Mysterious Origin True Monarch, uncle!" Chenxiang suddenly recalled the towering Three-Eyed Giant he had seen when capturing Demons. He guessed that this Giant must be his uncle, as that strange Demon had addressed him as True Monarch.

"Father, I want to save Mother," Chenxiang said to his father, his eyes shining with determination.

Liu Yanchang looked up at the sky and let out a deep sigh, "Rescuing your mother is extremely difficult. Your uncle is no ordinary person. Ever since I learned of his deeds, I have been disheartened. How could anyone ever rescue San Niang from his clutches?"

Liu Yanchang's words piqued Chenxiang's curiosity. What kind of deeds had his uncle done that could make his father feel such emotions?

"He is the leading disciple of the Intercepting Cult, protector of the Xuan Gate, and gained a resounding reputation in the Divine Enthronement war. Countless Immortal Gods fell to his hands. He is known as the War God of the three realms."

Every piece of information about Yang Jian tightened Chenxiang's heart. No wonder his father had never mentioned the matter of rescuing his mother. Such a powerful opponent truly made one feel hopeless.

Chenxiang couldn't help but recall the scene when Yang Jian made his move—it was earth-shattering. The formidable power was so overwhelming it was difficult to look straight at.

"Father, I must go out to seek enlightenment, find a great master, and save Mother," Chenxiang suddenly said. He didn't give up; on the contrary, his spirit soared with fighting spirit. The bloodline of the Divine Spirit hidden within his body burned fiercely, making him seem as if he were boiled, with his red cheeks and his hot body causing Liu Yanchang to show a look of worry.

He didn't know what exactly was happening to his son. When faced with a situation he'd never seen before, he seemed somewhat helpless and could only hurry to get a towel to place on Chenxiang's forehead.

But all was in vain. Chenxiang's body temperature was too high. As soon as the wet towel was applied, one could see the white steam rising. In a moment, the damp towel became dry.

Chenxiang felt extremely hot all over, as his blood raced through his veins, and his heart thumped violently. The intense reaction made him take big gasps of air, and he couldn't help worrying if he was going to die.

At this moment, he instinctively began to utilize the Nameless Cultivation Technique, which was the only method he could think of. Once the technique began to circulate, a stream of cool energy flowed from his Dantian and coursed through his meridians throughout his body. The terrifying temperature seemed to be carried away by this stream. Chen Xiang felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort, and the air temperature also gradually reduced.

"Chen Xiang, how do you feel?" Liu Yanchang asked worriedly. After all, Chen Xiang's recent appearance had been so frightening that the father didn't know what to do.

"Dad, don't worry, I feel very good, just a bit hungry!" Chen Xiang said, somewhat embarrassed. Just as he spoke, his stomach, very cooperatively, began to growl. It made Chen Xiang, who had already returned to normal, blush once more. Liu Yanchang thought his son's old illness had flared up again and was about to apply ice when Chen Xiang stopped him.

"I'm fine," Chen Xiang reassured him.

Only then did Liu Yanchang realize that his son was a bit embarrassed. Remembering the chicken soup he had stewed, he hurried inside. Seeing this, Chen Xiang showed a happy smile on his face.

There was also a fleeting sadness, knowing he was destined to bid farewell to his father, who had been his sole support, and embark on an unknown path of learning. He didn't know what he would face or even if he could succeed. However, he still chose to do it, just to give himself some closure.

During the meal, the father and son were particularly quiet, the only sound in the room being the slurping of soup. After a while, Chen Xiang glanced at his father and noticed that the man who was always imposing seemed exceptionally sad.

The dripping sound started, and Liu Yanchang bowed his head low, fighting back his tears. Nonetheless, they fell. His child was about to leave for faraway places, and the father and son didn't know when they would see each other again or whether they could accomplish that immensely challenging task.

Years of paternal love made it hard for him to breathe in that moment. He hated his own weakness, thinking that if he had great power, he could have protected his wife and shielded his son from having to face such hardships alone.

Chen Xiang keenly noticed his father's tears. With a strained smile, he said, "Old Dad, when I leave, there'll be no one to bother you. You can spend your time reading and writing. Besides, I now have cultivation in me. Demons and goblins would be scared witless at the sight of me, so you can rest easy."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for being useless and leaving such a burden on you. I'm not a competent father," Liu Yanchang said softly, showing weakness in front of his son for the first time.

"No, in my eyes you are the most competent father. Although my mother isn't by my side, you've always taken great care of me. I still remember when there was only enough for one meal, you'd leave it for me and then lie, saying you'd already eaten. But at night, you'd get so hungry you kept drinking water. Your kindness, I could not repay in a lifetime."

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The father and son opened their hearts, sharing years of affection. Liu Yanchang never imagined he appeared so glorious and magnificent in his son's mind. Sometimes, what moves hearts isn't the spectacular, but the inadvertent care, like a gentle stream nourishing the heart, giving strength amid hardships.

"I've always believed that being your son is my fortune. I trust Mother also always thought of you as a qualified husband," said Chen Xiang softly.

At this moment, Liu Yanchang was beyond tears. "Men do not easily shed tears, except at the time of heartache," for the long-suppressed grief and anger in his heart finally erupted freely.