Weird, my gaming life

After kowtowing three times, Lin Yuan stood up, turned around and left without looking back.

Behind them, Li Changqing looked on with reluctance, while Zhao Ran quietly sobbed.

Lin Yuan didn't dare to look any longer. Like most people, the more he lacked something, the more he wanted to get it. In both his past and present lives, he was extremely fond of this kind of warmth.

However, this scene was already destined to happen the moment he revealed his strength.

His strength has inexplicable reasons. Even if his master and senior sister can fill in the gaps in their imaginations and make up explanations, over time, these inconsistencies will only increase. If he can tell one lie, he will tell more lies.

If too many lies are told, rifts will naturally form, and he could not possibly tell them about the game panel.

It's not that I don't trust them, but there are just too many ways in this world to get information from other people's minds. With his cheat-like abilities, he is destined to be a source of danger, and there's no doubt about that.

It's better for him to leave like this. When he becomes strong enough that he's no longer afraid of others discovering the secret of his improved strength, he can come back and help his master and senior sister. Only then will he be able to handle things more easily.

Lin Yuan walked to the edge of the cliff. The night wind, carrying the stench of blood and dust from the mountains, made his clothes flutter loudly. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped, his small figure instantly swallowed by the endless darkness below.

"Junior brother!" Zhao Ran couldn't hold back her reluctance and rushed to the edge of the cliff to shout. However, all she saw was the rolling clouds and mist. The junior brother who gave her a sense of security had disappeared into the vast clouds and mist.

Li Changqing grabbed her arm, a strange light gleaming in his old eyes.

"Ran'er, let him go alone! He's destined to be from a different world than us!"

Zhao Ran remained silent, and then, led by Li Changqing, the two quickly left the place.

On the precipice, Lin Yuan's figure was like a weightless fallen leaf. His feet lightly tapped the protruding rocks alternately, each time using the momentum to transform the downward force into the power for lateral movement. He used the "Divine Shift Tiger Step" to its fullest extent at this moment, no longer a run on flat ground, but transformed into a vertical nimble movement.

In just a few dozen breaths, he landed silently in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain.

He looked up at the main peak of Qinghe Palace, which was illuminated by smoke and fire, and seemed to still hear the Jade Kirin's unwilling cry and the rampant howls of the demonic sect.

That place has become a purgatory.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze, no longer lingering. He checked his direction, and with a flash, disappeared into the thick night.

Instead of heading immediately toward Shengjing, he turned south.

He was about to embark on a long journey, but there was one more thing he wanted to do, or rather, a lingering thought that existed only in his imagination: he wanted to go home and see that home, which, though poor, had given him a sense of something he had never experienced before.

When he first entered Qinghe Palace, he didn't have time to say goodbye to his parents, since it was a choice that the game character made for him automatically.

The moon was hidden and the stars were few; the official road was deserted.

Lin Yuan sped along, his figure brushing against the shadows beside the road. His innate second-level true essence flowed ceaselessly within him, sustaining him at high speed for an extended period. He was like a young leopard hunting in the night—quiet, swift, and brimming with deadly danger.

Along the way, he saw several groups of disciples from the direction of Qinghe Palace fleeing, all wounded and looking terrified, like stray dogs. When they saw Lin Yuan, the child running wildly on the night road, they all looked surprised and suspicious, but no one dared to go up and question him.

Lin Yuan ignored them and walked straight past them.

Two days later, the outline of a familiar village appeared on the horizon.

It was still the same poor, peaceful Tiejiacun. The old, crooked locust tree at the village entrance remained the same, only more withered than before.

Lin Yuan didn't enter the village, but stopped on the hillside outside. Dawn was approaching, and wisps of smoke were already rising from the village chimneys, accompanied by the sounds of dogs barking and roosters crowing.

He found an excellent vantage point; through the sparse trees, and with his now-powerful eyesight, he could clearly see the low, thatched hut at the east end of the village.

His home.

A hunched-over man with a slightly aged face pushed open the wooden gate; it was his father, Lin Dashan. He picked up a load of empty water buckets and walked unsteadily toward the well at the village entrance.

Soon, the door was pushed open again. A woman came out, leaning against the doorframe, stretching with some effort. Her complexion was somewhat sallow, but her brows held a hint of satisfaction and anticipation.

Lin Yuan's gaze fell on her slightly protruding belly, and his body, which was about to rush out excitedly, stopped instantly.

His mother, Wang, is pregnant again.

In that instant, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up in Lin Yuan's heart. It wasn't disappointment, nor jealousy, but a complete sense of relief.

He suddenly understood.

The moment he was sent to Qinghe Palace, he had already "died" once for this family. Now, a new life is about to arrive, which will completely fill the void he left behind and carry all the hopes of this family.

fair enough.

Lin Yuan watched quietly as his mother stroked his belly, a gentle smile on her face.

Lin Yuan, who had never cried in the face of danger and pain, found his eyes becoming slightly blurred.

Watching her father return with water, carefully helping her mother into the house, he kept muttering instructions.

It was a complete world that belonged to them. And he, from beginning to end, was just a passerby.

Lin Yuan retreated silently, just as he had arrived.

He went around to the back of the thatched hut and took a heavy cloth bag out of his pocket.

This was what he had looted from a minor leader of the demonic sect he had killed. It contained a dozen or so pieces of silver and a few gold melon seeds, enough for this impoverished family to live comfortably for several years, and enough for his unborn younger siblings to have a much more stable childhood than his own.

He stuffed the cloth bag deep into the woodpile behind the house, a place that was both hidden and certain to be discovered.

After doing all this, he took one last look at the tightly closed wooden gate.

"Take care of yourself."

Lin Yuan silently recited a phrase in his heart, then turned and completely merged into the last vestiges of darkness before dawn.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth, Lin Yuan was already standing on a hill several miles away.

He glanced back at the village, which had become a tiny black dot, then resolutely turned and faced north.

That direction leads to the end of Jiangnan Prefecture, to an endless mountain range, and to a wider world.

At the edge of that world lies Shengjing, an even more prosperous martial arts region.

The grudges of Qinghe Palace have been settled, and the karma of Tiejia Village has been repaid. From this moment on, he is simply Lin Yuan, a pure seeker on the path of martial arts.

He gripped the cool, black jade pendant in his arms, then pushed off with his feet, his figure transforming into a streak of light once more, speeding away towards the long road ahead.