Chapter 56: Family Reunion

After accepting their mission in the Condor Heroes world, the four arrived at Guo Jing’s home—this time, they had all physically transmigrated, though the Qi they cultivated in the Special Forces world remained with them.

“Guo Jing, this is your home?”

Zhang Chu’an and the others stared curiously at the dilapidated yurt before them; this yurt, how to put it, definitely needed a good repair tonight, or the four of them wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep.

Just as they were sighing, an ordinary peasant woman stepped out of the broken yurt—it was Li Ping, Guo Jing’s mother.

“Mother.”

Guo Jing cried out, then threw himself into Li Ping’s arms; thirty years of suppressed longing exploded in this moment.

Though he had parents who cared for him in the Special Forces world, that didn’t mean he could forget the mother who raised him for over a decade.

Li Ping, held tightly by her son, was bewildered; in her eyes, her son had merely gone out to play for a while—how had he returned like this, suddenly bursting into tears and clinging to her?

Yet seeing her son’s heartbroken state, Li Ping said nothing, simply letting him hold her in silence.

Only when Guo Jing’s emotions gradually calmed did she tentatively ask him why he had wept so bitterly.

Guo Jing’s answer sent Li Ping into panic—oh no, her son had gone mad! What was he talking about? Master God? Special Forces world?

Seeing his mother’s expression, Guo Jing frowned: “Mother, you don’t believe me, do you?”

“Of course I believe you. How could I not believe you?”

Li Ping smiled broadly, determined to soothe her foolish son before he lost control again.

Seeing her smile, Guo Jing felt helpless—he had just told the truth, yet his mother didn’t believe him at all.

At that moment, Nie Huaishang, watching Guo Jing’s frantic distress, spoke up: “Guo Jing, use your resurrection permission to bring your father back.”

Hearing Nie Huaishang’s reminder, Guo Jing realized his oversight—how could he have forgotten to use the resurrection permission to revive his father and reunite the family? He had been so consumed by crying in his mother’s arms.

Prompted by Nie Huaishang, Guo Jing no longer hesitated—he immediately activated his drawn resurrection permission. Before everyone’s eyes, a flash of light appeared, and a middle-aged hunter materialized out of thin air.

The middle-aged hunter stared at his own body and surroundings, murmuring:

“Why am I here? I remember I was dead.”

“Xiaotian.”

Li Ping wept out to the hunter; hearing that familiar voice, he turned and stared at his wife, eyes filled with tears, disbelieving:

“Li Ping… are you dead too?”

Li Ping scolded him: “What are you talking about, death? Your son pulled you back from Death itself—why speak such gloomy words?”

She now fully believed Guo Jing’s story—after all, her dead husband had returned; the Almighty Master God must be real.

“My son—where is he?”

Guo Xiaotian asked, eyes bright with wonder, looking at Li Ping.

Li Ping pointed to Guo Jing beside her and said:

“There—he’s your son.”

Guo Xiaotian knelt down, pinched Guo Jing’s cheek, and said with tender affection:

“Son, all these years you’ve protected your mother alone—you’ve worked hard. From now on, I’ll protect her with you, alright?”

Looking at the man before him, filled with such affection, Guo Jing felt warmth surge through his heart; as a child, his mother Li Ping had often told him stories about his father.

His father’s towering image had taken root in his mind since childhood, and he had dreamed countless times of how happy their family would be if his father were here.

Guo Jing grinned and said:

“Alright.”

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the trio finally noticed Nie Huaishang and the others who had come with Guo Jing. Guo Jing enthusiastically introduced Zhang Chu’an and the rest to his parents.

“Father, Mother, these are my brothers-in-arms, the ones I’ve lived and died with these past years—this is Zhang Chu’an, this is Nie Huaishang, this is Zhang Xiaofan.”

“Hello, we’ve just reunited as a family and had so much to say—we neglected you, I’m truly sorry. Please, come in.”

Li Ping was about to invite everyone into the yurt when she realized it was far too small—there wouldn’t be room for all of them by nightfall.

The group had no choice but to rebuild a larger yurt using available materials, but fortunately, none of them were inexperienced.

Moreover, yurts were simple, practical dwellings, easy to construct; by nightfall, the new yurt was already finished.

Inside the new yurt, Li Ping slaughtered their few remaining sheep to entertain Nie Huaishang and the others.

She did this not only out of hospitality, but because she was genuinely overjoyed—rarely had their family been reunited; no celebration could be too grand.

“Father, Mother, will you return to Niujia Village or stay in the desert?”

During the banquet, Guo Jing gnawed on a lamb leg as he asked his parents about their plans.

Guo Xiaotian and Li Ping frowned at the question; they had originally intended to return to Niujia Village, their hometown, but doing so would mean facing imperial warrants.

Guo Xiaotian thought for a moment and said:

“I think your mother and I should stay here—the desert is safer for us than either the Jin or the Song.”

“Uncle, Auntie, since you’ve decided to stay in the desert, then stay here—after all, Guo Jing and Nie Huaishang also plan to establish a base here; you’ll have each other’s support.”

Zhang Chu’an nodded in agreement—he and the others had long agreed: two of them would remain in the desert to establish a revolutionary base and curb Temujin’s rise, ideally killing him at the right moment.

The other two would establish a revolutionary base in the Jin state, expand their forces, seize land from landlords, distribute it among peasants, recruit vast numbers of peasant rebels, train and reorganize them, then overthrow the Jin.

The current timeline: Temujin had already risen—he would defeat his former brother-in-arms Jamukha in roughly one or two years, and after that battle, he would recruit Jebe, Guo Jing’s future master.

Yet at this point, Temujin was still far from unifying the steppe; on his path to dominance stood his adoptive father Wang Han, the Taiyang Khan of the Naiman, and the Tatar tribes.

Temujin would spend roughly ten years eliminating these enemies before turning south against the Jin.

And don’t assume establishing a revolutionary base on the steppe will be difficult—the Mongol tribes had been locked in constant warfare for generations, their lives already miserable, and the Jin regularly carried out “reduction policies” to cull their population.

Thus, the Mongols of this era lived in dire suffering; many barely survived.

So once they solved the most basic survival needs of the people, they would surely establish a base.

Moreover, it would be nearly impossible to ask those starving slaves to give up food they had just seized, all for the sake of some hollow “Mongol glory.”