13: no light

"Sweet Honey, you smile so sweetly, like a flower blooming in the spring breeze—"

"Good morning, dear listeners. You are currently tuned into the Music Voice segment of Jiangcheng Traffic Radio. We now bring you an important news update."

"Today, B-class fugitive Hu Wei has appeared within Jiangcheng's borders. The Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau has assembled Martial Arts Masters and launched a full-scale operation. To ensure—"

Inside the taxi, the melodious radio broadcast played.

Mo Fan and Mo Yingying were whispering.

"I really didn't die young?" Taking advantage of the driver's inattention, Mo Fan looked at his daughter seriously, lowering his voice.

"I told you I didn't! I was just kidding!" Mo Yingying also lowered her voice.

"Are you sure?" Mo Fan frowned.

Dying young and all that—

It's too terrifying!

Even more terrifying is dying young after becoming invincible!

Cultivating martial arts for a lifetime, finally becoming invincible, and just when it's time to enjoy life, you tell me I died young?

This is just—

Mo Fan's face twitched; he wanted to hit someone.

"Absolutely!" Mo Yingying said emphatically.

Hearing this, Mo Fan finally let out a sigh of relief and temporarily believed her.

After thinking for a moment, he continued in a low voice: "Then tell me about the future."

"Oh, Dad, why do you always want to know about the future?" Mo Yingying rolled her eyes at Mo Fan and continued.

"The future is the future precisely because it is full of uncertainty, full of variables, and has countless possibilities.

"It is precisely because of this that the future allows us to yearn and fill us with expectation.

"If we knew the outcome in advance, what fun would life be?

"Dad, the outcome isn't important; what's important is the process!"

The more Mo Yingying spoke, the more excited she became, spitting as she talked.

Hearing these words, Mo Fan was stunned for a moment. After pondering, he nodded: "What you said seems to... make some sense?"

"Of course it makes sense! What's more, I've Transmigrated from the future! This makes an already uncertain future even more perplexing and unpredictable!

"So Dad, cherish the present, let nature take its course, and enjoy the scenery along the way. Don't worry about the future!

"But don't worry, I'll still remind you about some important matters, like finding Mom—"

Mo Fan shook his head, no longer asking more questions: "Since you're unwilling to say, let's leave it at that for now. We can talk when you're ready. I'm a bit sleepy, I'll take a nap."

He stretched, then closed his eyes to rest.

Hearing this, Mo Yingying was stunned. Looking at Mo Fan, whose eyes were slightly closed, she felt a strange pang of sadness in her heart.

She also wanted to tell her dad about the future.

It just wasn't the right time yet.

The future—

Scenes from that year involuntarily flashed through Mo Yingying's mind, making her feel cold all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Thinking of this, Mo Yingying's body trembled slightly, her expression blank.

But after only a moment, she became resolute again.

The previous life was the previous life, and this life is this life.

Since she had Transmigrated, she could definitely change something!

What's more, she had unexpectedly Awakened a Divine Body and had enough time to grow!

As long as she became strong enough by then!

Then no matter what happened, it could be changed!

Meanwhile, the driver, seeing this scene through the rearview mirror, was a bit bewildered.

Did they have a quarrel?

Are they breaking up?

They were talking so well just now, why did they suddenly have a conflict?

These young people nowadays... The next day.

Mo Fan woke up before dawn.

He was going to depart for Yuxu Academy soon.

After a simple wash, Mo Fan began preparing breakfast.

Soon, Mo Yingying walked out, still half-asleep.

"Dad, why so early?"

"Hmm, I need to be there by eight." Mo Fan smiled, took two eggs from the fridge, and turned to say.

"Why don't you sleep a bit more? I'll call you when it's ready."

Mo Yingying shook her head: "No more sleeping, I'll come help you~"

"What help do I need to make breakfast? Go stand aside, if you have nothing to do, then hurry up and Cultivate." Mo Fan rolled his eyes at her and turned towards the kitchen.

"Alright, then I'll go wash up, and watch some TV later." Mo Yingying said, looking at Mo Fan's back.

Hearing this, Mo Fan stumbled, his head full of black lines, and turned around: "I don't seem to have seen you Cultivate?"

Mo Fan's face was a bit dark.

After two days together, Mo Fan still hadn't seen his daughter Cultivate.

Is she that lazy?

This is not a good habit.

Can't you be a little more disciplined, like your dad?

"Uh, actually, I want to Cultivate diligently too, but it's useless.

"My Physique is a bit strange; whether I Cultivate or not, I automatically absorb Spiritual Energy from the air. Seriously running a Cultivation Technique actually affects the efficiency of Spiritual Energy absorption... So, I can only watch TV to pass the time. It's so hard for me!" Mo Yingying sighed deeply, her face full of melancholy.

Hearing this, Mo Fan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Alright, alright.

You're amazing!

You're noble!

You have the Invincible Physique!

You have the bearing of a great emperor!

"You—" Mo Fan hesitated, suddenly feeling like crying.

Turns out, I was the clown all along!

...Soon, a sumptuous breakfast was served on the table.

Mo Yingying turned off the TV and ran over, her eyes shining.

"Wow, so rich! Dad, I'm hungry~"

Saying that, Mo Yingying reached out to grab a fried dough stick from the plate.

Mo Fan slapped her hand and said grumpily: "Wash your hands."

Mo Yingying pouted aggrievedly: "I just finished washing up not long ago..."

Saying that, she still turned and walked towards the washroom.

By the time Mo Yingying returned after washing her hands, Mo Fan had already prepared her bowl and chopsticks.

The bowl contained millet porridge with an appealing color.

In front were plated poached eggs and steamed sweet potatoes.

Grumble—

Smelling the tempting aroma, Mo Yingying's stomach rumbled uncontrollably.

"Eat, it's not hot anymore." Mo Fan said.

"Wow, thank you, Dad!" Mo Yingying nodded vigorously, picked up her spoon, and started eating heartily.

"It's still this taste, Dad's cooking is really great..." She mumbled, speeding up.

Soon, more than half a bowl of millet porridge was gone.

"Don't rush, drink slowly, there's more in the pot. Try the eggs and sweet potatoes too, you can eat the fried dough sticks with the porridge." Mo Fan reminded her.

"Okay."

Mo Yingying nodded, took a small bite of a fried dough stick, then drank a spoonful of porridge, and her eyes immediately narrowed in pleasure.

"So delicious!"

Although her cooking was also quite good.

But she still preferred what Mo Fan cooked.

It was just that before her Transmigration, she hadn't tasted Mo Fan's cooking for a full five years... "If it's good, eat more." Mo Fan also smiled.

Soon, Mo Yingying finished a bowl of porridge, and also devoured a sweet potato, an ear of corn, and a fried dough stick.

She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her stomach with a satisfied expression.

"Full?" Mo Fan looked at her.

"I'm full." Mo Yingying nodded.

Mo Fan frowned, drank the last mouthful of porridge in his bowl, and glanced at the untouched poached egg in her bowl.

"Why aren't you eating the egg?"

"Huh, I've never eaten eggs since I was little." Mo Yingying shook her head vigorously.

"There are people who don't eat eggs?" Mo Fan found it strange.

Eggs are so delicious, aren't they?

Why doesn't this girl take after me at all?

Likes durian.

Doesn't eat eggs.

Could it be that she takes after her mother in everything?

Thinking of this, a blurred figure formed in Mo Fan's mind.

To be able to give birth to a daughter with an Invincible Physique.

His future wife must also be extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan felt a little lost.

He wondered where his wife was, how old she was, what her name was, and how she was doing... After eating his fill, Mo Yingying voluntarily washed the dishes.

Mo Fan didn't stop her, changed his shoes, and prepared to leave.

"Don't run around alone at home. If anything happens, remember to call me immediately. Help others within your means, Cultivate well, protect yourself well, and wait for me to come back."

"Dad, go ahead, don't worry about me, I can take care of myself~" Mo Yingying poked her head out from the kitchen and waved at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan frowned.

Why did those words sound strange?

...An hour and forty-odd minutes later, Mo Fan returned to Yuxu Academy.

He was about to begin his academy striving mode!