Chapter 449: with translation of chapter title

The surrounding light twisted and turned like flowing water, and also seemed like myriad small paths rapidly receding.

Heng Xian reached out and felt for a moment.

This was a passage resembling a teleportation array.

He had used a teleportation array only once before, that ancient array in the Jianhai Guji; the geezer's method was likely an imitation or study of a teleportation array.

No wonder he could open an escape route in the Netherworld Prison, where tight restrictions held a Nascent Soul expert in charge!

But...

What lay at the end?

He instinctively reached to activate the Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram, but at that moment the teleportation scenery vanished and a beautiful landscape of clear waters and lush mountains suddenly appeared before him.

Heng Xian was about to examine it closely, yet the scenic spot disappeared again and the teleportation passage reappeared.

It was a strange change, as if something had flashed before his eyes.

Just then, amidst the bizarre, variegated light beside him, two figures suddenly appeared——

A middle-aged man in yellow robes, smiling as he stroked his three-inch beard; a youth with a child's topknot, holding a bamboo fan, eyes wide open, full of curiosity.

Heng Xian grew even more curious, "Holy shit! Where did these two come from?"

About to speak, the youthful child spoke first: "Where are you headed, sir?"

Heng Xian thought, feeling that aside from returning to the Great Prison, he could go anywhere, and casually replied: "Just wandering around, who are you?"

The two did not answer directly; the middle-aged man smiled: "How about we give you a ride, A Nu?"

"Understood, Brother Wujue!"

The youth raised his fan and fanned toward Heng Xian.

Heng Xian felt a huge force strike him, offering no resistance; this force had nothing to do with cultivation or spiritual power, seeming like the power of a magic treasure, and immediately his head swam, his vision blurred, and he swayed……

After an unknown amount of time, a noisy, harsh sound reached his ears—a sound he hadn't heard in many years——

"Beep—"

"Boss, where are you headed?"

"The inn has hot water 24/7 and computers!"

"Young man? Young man? You've arrived!"

Heng Xian flung his eyes open, looked around, and was instantly stunned!

Swipe ID to exit the checkpoint?

Train station staff?

Men, women, old and young in modern attire?

Outside, the innkeeper holds up a Token?

Black-car drivers ask each person if they want a ride?

On the distant straight road, cars speed by?

The KFC mascot on the corner is especially conspicuous!

"I've returned to modern society? I... I'm back again?"

Heng Xian muttered, his voice growing louder.

Surrounding passengers cast strange glances.

The station staff gestured and said, "Young man, are you coming out or not? If not, let those behind go first!"

Heng Xian shook his head, pinched his thigh—it hurt—and instinctively grabbed the staff member's arm: "Damn, I've time-traveled back again???"

The staff member looked bewildered, struggled free: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Heng Xian took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil and uncontrollable strange feelings in his chest, picked up the ID that had mysteriously appeared in his hand, swiped it, and passed through the checkpoint.

Stepping out of the train station, the sunlight was pleasant; ahead, skyscrapers stood one after another, and the streets were filled with flowing traffic!

What a modern city, what a modern society!

He looked back at the three characters "Donghai Station" on the train station roof, representing his hometown city.

His heart surged with emotion again!

Coming out of the geezer's teleportation passage, he encountered a malfunction? Then he met those two strange people, who gave him a lift, a fortunate coincidence... and he time-traveled back again?

It seems this is the only explanation!

At this moment, his feelings were a mix of excitement, loss, and wistfulness...

He glanced at the sky; if he had truly returned, there seemed to be many things to do!

After his parents' death, he still had a younger sister!

He still had several enemies!

He instinctively raised his hand; a cluster of sword qi coiled in his palm, sharp and unmatched!

His magical cultivation was still intact!!!!

A hard-to-describe meaning flickered in his eyes.

"Beep—"

In the distance, a minibus approached.

He glanced at the minibus, then at the sky; here, it was fifty li from his hometown's county suburbs—should he fly back or take a vehicle?

Flying back would seem... too shocking to the world.

He happened to have a backpack in hand; he didn't recall when he bought it, rummaged inside, found many coins, pinched two, and boarded the minibus.

The minibus was nearly full; he found an empty seat and sat down, while the fashionable girl next to him scooted over to make room.

The minibus soon set off.

Watching the scenery rush past outside, Heng Xian's emotions were unsettled.

How about the father over there? What about the master, senior brothers and sisters? And Ji Yaoyue?

Over these years, without realizing it, the burden I carried in my heart has become just as heavy over there!

Suddenly, he realized a serious problem, so he turned to the girl beside him and politely asked: 'Excuse me, what year is it today? What month?'

The girl looked at him strangely.

Before he could answer, a young man in the back seat said: 'November 24, 2020!'

Only a little over half a year has passed since the year I crossed over?

At this moment, the girl beside him said: 'It's understandable to forget the date, but asking what year and month? Handsome guy, are you hitting on me?'

Heng Xian looked at the girl; she was not bad—willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, jade nose—but compared to the girls of the cultivation world, she fell far short, so he simply turned his head away and said seriously: 'I'm just asking!'

The girl pursed her lips: 'How bizarre!'

The middle-parted young man who had just answered behind him said: 'Business is urgent; did the teacher give the coordinates?'

The girl took out her phone: 'Thirteen li ahead is Star River Mountain Villa; we happen to be passing by!'

The middle-parted young man said: 'Boss Xu must not die, otherwise the teacher's reputation will be ruined!'

The girl furrowed her brows: 'It's hopeless—end-stage renal failure, single kidney rejection; even if the teacher is outstanding in tumors and cancer treatment, it's hard to turn things around!'

The middle-parted young man was a bit anxious: 'We at least have to give it our all; I feel the teacher needs us now! Driver, hurry up, we're racing against time!'

Got it!

The minibus driver slightly increased speed.

Afterward, no one on the vehicle spoke.

The vehicle traveled six or seven kilometers.

Heng Xian searched his bag, found he had no phone, but a few strange tools whose purpose he didn't know.

The girl beside him, A Miao, glanced over, pursed her lips, and couldn't help saying: 'You work at the electronics factory near our hospital, right? This is an electronic measuring instrument from that factory; you're not allowed to take it out—you're suspected of theft, buddy!'

Heng Xian couldn't be bothered, and casually tossed the tool into the nearby trash can.

'You person...' A Miao couldn't hold back and was about to scold.

'Click!'

At that moment, the minibus suddenly stopped; the passengers lurched forward, looked up, and saw a large chunk of earth collapsed on the road ahead, clearly impassable.

The driver held a cigarette in his mouth and said: 'We have to go back; find another bus, this is a natural disaster, nothing we can do!'

The passengers immediately erupted in complaints.

The girl A Miao beside him and the middle-parted young man behind breathed a sigh of relief, saying: 'Perfect, we've arrived!'

Having said that, they got off the car and headed straight for a manor-like place by the roadside; from afar, they saw a parking lot full of luxury cars.

The driver was about to turn around then; Heng Xian thought for a moment and also got out of the car.

Standing by the road, watching A Miao and the other person enter the manor, he pondered their words and unconsciously touched his bag.

He lifted his foot and walked toward the manor!

First order of business: make some money!

I'll update tomorrow daytime; I'm really swamped, working sixteen hours a day!

(End of chapter)