Chapter 216 So...you have become gods?
"Boom boom boom——"

The sudden knock on the door broke the silence of the night, and the old couple was startled. Father Ye fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, and the dim light filled the room, reflecting the slightly old faces of the two. Mother Ye had already sat up, and her voice was a little puzzled: "It's so late... Who is it?"

A trembling voice came from outside the door, low but familiar: "Dad, Mom, it's me... Xiaofan is back..."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Mother Ye's hand froze in mid-air, and one of Father Ye's slippers fell off, making a slight sound. Fifteen years, so many days and nights of longing, turned into a sob at this moment.

"Hurry... hurry and open the door!" Ye's mother staggered out of bed, her steps hurried but unsteady. Ye's father had already rushed to the door, his hands trembling as he turned the old anti-theft door lock. A harsh metal friction sound was heard, and moonlight poured in through the crack in the door, reflecting Ye Fan's figure.

He stood there, looking exactly the same as when he left, as if time had never left any trace on him.

"Xiao Fan! Is it really you?" Mother Ye hugged her son tightly, and gently touched his back with her skinny hands, as if to confirm whether this was real. Tears slid down her wrinkled cheeks, but she was unwilling to let go, "Even if it's a dream, let me hold you for a while..."

Father Ye stood aside, his eyes moist, but he forced a smile: "It's good that you're back... It's good that you're back..." His voice was hoarse, but full of affection.

Zixia quietly stepped aside, leaving this warm reunion to them. Under the moonlight, Ye Fan knelt on the ground, his forehead against his parents' rough palms, his voice choked with sobs: "I'm sorry... I made you worry..."

Mother Ye finally noticed the beautiful girl standing in the corner. She wiped her tears and asked curiously, "Who is this..."

Ye Fan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Mom, this is Zixia...she...is my wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, the reading glasses in Ye's father's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Ye's mother was stunned for a moment, then she took Zixia's hand and a kind smile appeared on her face: "Okay... okay... our Xiaofan is blessed."

"My dear! Come on! Tell me this is true!" Ye's mother turned to look at her old man, tears glistening in her eyes.

"It's true! It's true! Children, come in quickly and don't stand at the door!" Father Ye was so excited that he was incoherent. "Have you eaten yet? Honey, hurry up and give them something to eat! If they are hungry, have some mooncakes first!"

In the kitchen, Ye's mother skillfully beat eggs and washed tomatoes. Although her movements were slow, they revealed a long-lost warmth. The oil in the pot began to sizzle and the aroma gradually spread.

"Xiao Fan..." Father Ye sat at the dining table, took a sip of tea, and asked tentatively, "Where have you been all these years?"

Ye Fan opened his mouth, but found that there were some words that he couldn't say no matter what. He could only force out a sentence: "Dad, I'll go help Mom cook first." After saying that, he hurried into the kitchen.

Father Ye's eyes fell on Zixia, with a look of relief and a hint of worry in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Girl, how did you and Ye Fan know each other? Where have you been these years? Are your parents okay?"

Zixia put down the teacup, smiled slightly, took out a pill from her sleeve and handed it over: "Uncle, this is... this is our family's ancestral medicine, for back and leg pain."

Father Ye took the pill, examined it carefully, and finally swallowed it. Instantly, a warm current flowed into his body, and his originally pale face instantly became rosy, and even his back straightened a lot.

"This medicine... is really effective!" Father Ye sighed, then lowered his voice and carefully asked the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "Zixia... are you going to have a child?"

"Well! It's a bit complicated!" Zixia couldn't explain the child's problem clearly.

Ye Fan stood at the kitchen door, watching his mother's busy back, and a sour feeling welled up in his heart. Fifteen years of separation had almost made him forget this ordinary happiness. However, at this moment, when he smelled the familiar aroma of food and saw his parents' relaxed brows, he suddenly understood why he was willing to die to come back. The world is vast, but it is not as good as a warm lamp at home; the starry sky is vast, but it is not as good as a call from parents.

At this moment, his state of mind suddenly became clear. Although the suppression of the earth's heaven and earth avenue made other cultivators feel uncomfortable, it became a rare tempering for Ye Fan. He felt the holy body blood in his body vibrate faintly, and his cultivation broke through three small steps in succession, directly touching the threshold of the third realm of immortals.

"Xiao Fan, come here and taste the soup to see if it's salty enough." Mother Ye's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Ye Fan walked over, scooped up a spoonful of soup and tasted it carefully, then smiled and nodded: "Mom, your cooking is still the most delicious."

After dinner, the family sat in the living room, the light softly shining on everyone's face, reflecting the long-lost reunion atmosphere. Ye Fan briefly recounted his experiences over the years. Although he deliberately avoided the secrets about the Big Dipper Star Region and cultivation, those thrilling stories still made the two old people feel distressed and proud.

"Xiao Fan, don't do this again." Mother Ye held her son's hand, her eyes full of reluctance, "No matter where you go, remember to report to us that you are safe."

After so many years, Ye Fan still looks the same, even a few years younger than before. Coupled with the elixir that Zixia gave him before, and some of the strange experiences just mentioned, the smart old man Zixia instantly realized something. He asked tentatively: "Have you been to the fairyland in these years?"

"You old fool! What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye's mother patted her husband on the back, with a hint of anger in her tone.

At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to remember something, and took out some strange ornaments from his sleeve and handed them to his mother: "Mom, these are some small ornaments we brought back for you from other places." In his hand appeared a string of long pearls that had been washed away of all impurities and polished away, as well as an amulet carved from the relics of the celestial demon... Each piece contained powerful spiritual energy that could prolong life.

The room was immediately filled with a rich energy. Father and Mother Ye felt their pores dilate, as if they were bathing in the warm spring sun. They felt a lot more relaxed.

"Xiao Fan! Where did you learn magic? It's so amazing!" Ye's mother widened her eyes and looked at the objects that appeared out of thin air in Ye Fan's hands, her face full of disbelief.

Zixia chuckled and said seriously, "Ye Fan, tell your parents. You can't keep hiding things from your family."

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, and finally nodded. He knew that hiding the truth was not a solution after all, not to mention that his parents had already vaguely guessed the truth.

"Dad, Mom... Actually, I have been practicing in a very far place these years." Ye Fan's voice was low and firm. "The people there can fly, move mountains and fill the sea, and even live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. And I have become one of them."

Ye's father and mother were stunned, not knowing how to respond for a moment. This was something beyond common sense, and even if they had a vague guess, it was difficult for them to fully accept it.

"So... you have become gods?" Ye's mother murmured to herself, with expectation in her voice.

Ye Fan shook his head and explained with a smile: "There are no immortals in this world. They are just a little stronger than ordinary people. However, I can protect you and make you healthier and live longer."

As he spoke, he handed the beads in his hand to his mother, and took out a jade pendant that emitted a faint golden light and handed it to his father: "These things can help prolong your life, just wear them with you."

Father Ye took the jade pendant and examined it carefully. He found that it was as smooth as jade, but it also had a mysterious aura. He held the jade pendant tightly and felt a warm current flowing into his body. His joints, which had been stiff due to age, seemed to become more flexible.

Mother Ye tightly grasped the beads in her hand, her eyes slightly reddened: "Xiao Fan, you have suffered so much over the years... We thought we would never see you again..."

(End of this chapter)