Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain

Chapter 2555: Chapter 2554: The Journey Home

Not long after, Luo Xue became pregnant with Lin Dong’s child.

During this time, Luo Xue exuded the radiance of motherhood every day, gently stroking her stomach.

As for Lin Dong, he went out to work every day, earning a living.

Together, they managed their little home, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, living a peaceful yet fulfilling life.

Finally, one spring morning during the pregnancy, they welcomed the fruit of their love—an exquisitely crafted, crisp-voiced little life.

The arrival of their son brought endless joy and hope to the family, making Lin Dong and Luo Xue cherish each other more and understand the weight of responsibility and love.

They named the child ’Lin Huan’.

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, another half year passed.

During this half year, Lin Dong and Luo Xue were deeply in love, and little Lin Huan grew smoothly.

The moonlight like water gently fell upon the blue stone slabs of the small town, draping the tranquil night with a soft silver veil.

Lin Dong stood by the window, his gaze piercing through the sparse clouds, seemingly able to reach the distant and unattainable stars, with an unprecedented thrill and longing rising in his heart.

In this half year, once by chance, he learned that this world could actually cultivate immortality, and a heart long-sealed by mundane tasks was quietly ignited.

”Lin Huan, my little treasure, you are sleeping so soundly.” Lin Dong turned, gazing tenderly at his son who slept soundly on the bed, the small face of little Lin Huan radiating a pure smile, as if he were having a sweet dream.

His arrival was the most beautiful testimony of Lin Dong and Luo Xue’s love, yet it also became a deep concern in Lin Dong’s heart, hard to let go but must be set aside.

In the deep of the night, Luo Xue quietly entered the room, carefully draping a thin blanket over Lin Dong’s shoulders, her eyes filled with both reluctance and determination.

”Dong, I know what you are thinking. The path of cultivating immortality is distant and challenging, but it is your dream, your pursuit. I support you, go chase that sky that belongs to you.”

Luo Xue’s voice was gentle yet firm, each word like a decision made after careful consideration.

Lin Dong turned around, tightly grasping Luo Xue’s hand, complex emotions flickering in his eyes. ”Xue, I...”

He hesitated to speak, as if something were blocking his throat. Luo Xue gently shook her head, interrupting his words.

”No need to say more, I understand you. I will take good care of Lin Huan, waiting for you to return. Remember, no matter what the future holds, here will always be your home.”

That night, the two embraced and slept, as if imprinting each other’s images deeply within their hearts.

The next morning, as the first ray of sunshine pierced the clouds and shone upon the small town, Lin Dong had already packed his bags and stood at the door. Luo Xue held little Lin Huan’s hand beside him, her eyes full of both reluctance and encouragement.

”Daddy, where are you going?” Lin Huan’s innocent voice broke the morning’s tranquility. Lin Dong knelt down, gently stroking his son’s head.

”Daddy is going to a faraway place to learn some powerful things. Once Daddy has learned them, I’ll come back to teach you, okay?”

Lin Huan vaguely nodded, his small hands tightly gripping Lin Dong’s clothes, unwilling to let go.

Luo Xue gently embraced him, softly comforting, ”Lin Huan, be good. Daddy is going to pursue his dream. Let’s cheer for him, okay?”

Finally, under the watchful eyes of Luo Xue and Lin Huan, Lin Dong embarked on the first step of his journey to cultivate immortality.

His figure gradually receded, each step seemed so determined yet resolute.

He knew that once gone, he might have to traverse endless mountains and rivers, with no definite return date, but the thought of cultivating immortality and martial arts was engraved in his bones, indelible.

Just like in reality, possessing that Heart of a Martial Artist.

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Lin Dong stood atop the clouds, surrounded by a faint Immortal Spirit Qi, his gaze penetrating layers of mist, seemingly able to see through the barriers of time and space, reaching that distant and familiar homeland.

After countless seasons, from an unknown apprentice to now a significant presence in the cultivation world, his cultivation level had reached the Martial Arts Peak, enough to shake heaven and earth, move mountains and overturn seas.

However, in this endless pursuit and ascension, he gradually lost something, until at this moment, that deeply buried guilt and longing surged like a tide.

Since Lin Dong embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, it was as if he had opened Pandora’s box, his desires never ceasing.

Achieving one realm, he desired to pursue a higher realm, leading to him neglecting many things.

For example, his wife Luo Xue, and his son Lin Huan.

”Luo Xue, Lin Huan... I am finally going home.” Lin Dong murmured softly, a barely perceptible glint of tears in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then transformed into a stream of light, cutting through the sky, speeding towards the direction of his memories.

As time passed, when Lin Dong once again set foot on this familiar land, everything was no longer the same.

The old locust tree at the village head still stood tall, yet more weathered; the children’s playful laughter in the village continued, but they were no longer familiar faces.

He slowly stepped into his own small courtyard, each step heavy.

As the door gently opened, a familiar yet long-lost breath rushed towards him, it was the scent of home, and Luo Xue’s unique fragrance.

Lin Dong’s heart suddenly trembled, as if hundreds of butterflies danced within his chest, yet also as if crushed by a boulder, hard to breathe.

In the courtyard, a white-haired old woman sat beneath the old tree, her eyes empty as if reminiscing about something.

That was Luo Xue, the woman who once smiled like a flower, now her face weathered, with deep lines etched by time.

”Luo Xue...” Lin Dong’s voice was hoarse and trembling, he couldn’t believe what he saw, nor dared imagine how she had spent all these years.

Luo Xue heard his voice, her body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her head, her once bright starry eyes now slightly cloudy, but when she saw Lin Dong, her eyes instantly sparkled with unprecedented light, it was surprise, disbelief, and deep longing.

”Lin Dong... is it you?” her voice was thin and thread-like, but full of disbelief.

Lin Dong hurried forward, tightly holding Luo Xue’s wrinkled hands, tears finally sliding down uncontrollably. ”It’s me, I’m back, I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

The two were silent, only tears speaking the unspoken stories of longing and hardship over the years.

Lin Dong looked around, noticing a portrait of Lin Huan hanging on the wall, his childhood image, with a radiant smile and eyes filled with hope for the future. His heart was pierced once again, knowing he had missed too much, far too much.

”Where is Lin Huan?” Lin Dong finally asked, his voice carrying a subtle tremor.

Luo Xue gently shook her head, a hint of sadness passing in her eyes.

”He... left many years ago, looking for you, he set on the path of cultivation, but never returned.”

Hearing this, Lin Dong was struck as if by thunder, his entire being emptied of strength.

He fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands, tears pouring out like a breached dam. Turns out, not only did he miss the companionship of Luo Xue, he also lost the time to spend with his son Lin Huan.

”It’s my fault, the power and realms I pursued ultimately couldn’t compare to the warmth and companionship of family.” Lin Dong silently repented in his heart, but time had passed, and it was irretrievable.

From then on, Lin Dong stayed in this small village, using the rest of his life to make up for the time he lost, accompanying Luo Xue, guarding this land full of memories.

He understood that true strength is not just in the level of cultivation, it’s also in the home of the heart and the companionship of family.

Without emotion in the heart, even asking for immortality in longevity would be as lonely as snow.