Chapter 191

Tang An walked out of the house, and looking around, everything was still the most precious memories she hid in the bottom of her heart.

But she knew that this illusory constructed scene was ultimately just fake.

"Let's go." Tang An had a thousand kinds of reluctance in her heart, but she still turned around resolutely, not looking back.

Because she was afraid that if she looked back, she would really be unable to bear leaving this place.

She was afraid that if she looked back, she would really be willing to immerse herself in this fake illusion.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong exchanged a glance and followed Tang An.

In their eyes, there was a very strong shock. Because they knew that for a person to be able to soberly and resolutely pull away in such extreme emotions, it was a test of one's state of mind.

In their eyes, Tang An also seemed like a child. But her intelligence and perseverance, tempered and forged by childhood trauma, had a resilience that was truly incomparable to ordinary people.

Jiuyue and Xiaotian Quan followed one after another, while Nezha was the last one; he put away that magical artifact before following them to leave together.

It was also at this moment that everyone understood that this little sun, who usually looked the most sunny and energetic, was riddled with holes on the side opposite to where she radiated heat.

It was only because her heart was very resilient and strong that she usually didn't let people see a single clue.

Only under the stimulation of such specific circumstances, when her scars were unconsciously uncovered, did everyone see her most real side.

Thus, her Tang An, whether it was the good or the bad side, was finally fully presented before everyone.

But correspondingly, she used her radiance to illuminate and warm everyone. And they, too, were willing to accompany her, slowly repairing those thousand holes behind her bit by bit.

This time, she was no longer alone.

This time, she also had partners by her side who were willing to unconditionally support and protect her.

"Master, where are we going?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Of course, back to Huashan; I haven't seen Chenxiang yet, and haven't properly congratulated the Three Holy Mother." Tang An's emotions returned to normal, as if the emotional collapse just now had never appeared.

Yang Jian looked at Tang An, always feeling that she was different.

It was the kind of feeling that looked the same, but was different, which he couldn't describe.

Nezha had been silent the whole time, not knowing what he was pondering.

Seeing they were about to reach Huashan, Nezha suddenly stopped and blocked their path.

"After the scripture seeking, I will find a way to take you back." His expression was very serious, and he was a bit worried that Tang An wouldn't believe his words.

Yang Jian's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded in agreement. "Since we could come, there must be a way to go back. We will continue westward; perhaps we can find an answer."

Sun Wukong seemed to think so too, but he wasn't able to say it as abruptly as Nezha.

But since it was said, he naturally said what he was thinking in his heart.

"Master, don't worry; once our eighty-one tribulations are over, I, Old Sun, will return to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain at the first opportunity to find a way home for you."

Tang An's nose felt sour. "Oh my! What are you all doing? I already said don't create such a tear-jerking atmosphere; crying is very embarrassing!"

While touched, Tang An only felt embarrassed.

After all, crying for a while to release it was enough; how could she keep crying? How could she, Tang An, be such a sentimental person?

"It's not embarrassing." Nezha looked at Tang An very seriously. "You accompanied us for a journey; we accompany you home to take a look, it's only right."

Tang An's face turned bright red instantly. Does this kid know that this kind of serious clumsiness is the plot used by the male lead to flirt with the female lead in idol dramas!

"I said it's fine, don't say it next time." Tang An hugged Jiuyue tightly. "Let's go, let's go see Chenxiang."

Nezha looked at Sun Wukong and Yang Jian with confusion. "Me? Did I say the wrong thing again?"

Did he not express it correctly?

Was he clumsy with words again?

Sun Wukong laughed, jumping up and slapping his thigh. "Nothing, nothing, didn't say it wrong, didn't say it wrong."

Yang Jian laughed: "Let's go, Master has already reached Huashan, let's follow."

Inside the Huashan barrier.

At this moment, it was already afternoon; when they arrived, Yang Chan was sitting in the courtyard, watching the sleeping Chenxiang with Yaoji.

"Recovered so quickly?"

Tang An knew that gods would also be exhausted after giving birth, but she didn't expect the recovery to be so fast.

Yang Chan smiled lightly, her temperament becoming much gentler. "Little Master probably forgot how many supplements you had the fairy maidens send me when you came today."

"Those things, let alone the exhaustion from my childbirth, even if an immortal on the verge of death ate them, they should have recovered as before."

Tang An scratched her head in embarrassment; she indeed forgot that she even gave Ginseng Fruit leaves to the Three Holy Mother.

As for those spirit herbs and immortal pills that supplement the body, there were countless in her Universe Bag. So she was not stingy at all with the things to supplement the Three Holy Mother's body.

"Little Master, would you like to come and see Chenxiang?"

"Speaking of which, this Chenxiang is the name you gave him."

Tang An's smile stiffened for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Okay." She came to the baby carriage; this baby carriage was also given by Tang An, but it was made of wood, very safe wood.

Chenxiang was just born, his body and face were clean and white, his features had no wrinkles, and he looked milky and fragrant, making one want to bite his cheeks.

"As expected of a child born to gods, it's just different." Tang An used her finger to gently poke Chenxiang's face; the skin on those cheeks was so soft, it was simply softer than something that would break at a touch.

"Can I... be his master?"

Tang An suddenly blurted this out, which was also beyond everyone's expectations, almost making Xiaotian Quan fall flat on the ground.

"No!" Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha unanimously opposed. Their tone was surprisingly tacit and surprisingly consistent.

"Ah? Oh." Tang An indeed hadn't considered the issue of seniority. "Then..."

"Can we just treat each other according to our own relationships?"

"No!" The three of them again tacitly and unanimously opposed.

Tang An scratched her forehead in distress. "Then what can I be?"

Yang Chan came out to smooth things over. "Little Master was once the benefactor who gifted the Fetal Pearl; if you don't mind, would you mind being Chenxiang's godmother?"

"Ah? Doesn't this still mess up the seniority?"

"That's fine." The three disciples tacitly agreed to this.

"It's not you guys..." Tang An just couldn't understand. "You guys were just unwilling because of seniority."

Nezha was just unhappy. "Three disciples is enough."

Yang Jian said: "Master, you teaching a child... um..."

If this were someone else teaching a child, they wouldn't be able to force the dignified Judicial God to the point of having nothing to say.

Sun Wukong laughed: "Master, don't fight with me, Old Sun; that is the disciple I, Old Sun, took a liking to first."

"His root and talent are excellent; I, Old Sun, can teach him well, Master, don't worry."

Hearing Sun Wukong say that, Yang Jian and Nezha immediately nodded in agreement.

"Hey, I'm talking to you guys!" Tang An rolled up her sleeves. "Are you guys implying something about me? Am I that unreliable?"

The look in their eyes seemed to say: "Isn't it common knowledge whether you are reliable or not?"