Chapter 440: Satisfaction
Reading the stunning woman before him, Lin Feng felt a dreamlike sensation. This breathtaking beauty, who appeared not much older than him, was actually his mother.
The title of Snow Moon's number one beauty was by no means undeserved.
Even eighteen years later, Yue Menghe possessed such grace, let alone eighteen years ago.
Yue Qingshan let out a sigh. He looked at Yue Menghe, speechless, then turned his gaze to Lin Feng. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Finally, his body trembled slightly as he descended back into the crowd of the Yue Clan.
Yue Menghe did not look at her father again. Her eyes fell upon Lin Feng, and her lips moved as she softly called out, "Xiao Feng, these eighteen years have been hard on you."
Lin Feng opened his mouth, then closed it again. Although he had crossed over into this world and had long since merged souls with the former Lin Feng, becoming one and the same—he was Lin Feng, and Lin Feng was him—the memories of his past life could never be erased. Therefore, despite the strong sense of kinship he felt toward Yue Menghe, he still found it somewhat strange. This woman, beautiful and graceful as a young maiden, was... his mother.
He smiled bitterly. After a moment of silence, Lin Feng took a deep breath. The former Lin Feng was already dead. Why should he still hold onto such attachments?
He was Lin Feng. In this world, there was only one Lin Feng. He lived for himself and for those he loved, staining the rivers and lakes with blood, wielding his sword across the world, his heart soaring to the clouds.
"Mother."
Lin Feng smiled, his expression exceptionally radiant. This brief inner struggle seemed to grant him a new lease on life. His state of mind and insights deepened further. Now, he was completely and utterly Lin Feng.
Such simple words. Upon hearing them, Yue Menghe stood frozen. The cool, silvery moonlight spilled over her, illuminating her beautiful face and watery eyes.
Tears glistened in her eyes. She had waited eighteen years for these two words.
No one knew how much she had longed to hear Lin Feng call her "Mother" over those eighteen years. Now, she had finally gotten her wish.
Lin Feng's single cry of "Mother" washed away all her grievances. Everything she had silently sacrificed for him over the years was worth it.
Stepping forward slightly, Yue Menghe placed her soft hand on Lin Feng's face, gently caressing his cheek. This was her son, whose talent was in no way inferior to her own in her youth.
Lin Feng, wielding his sword and forging his own path, filled her with pride and comfort.
"I knew it—my son could never be a waste," Yue Menghe said with a smile, ruffling Lin Feng's hair. Her smile was beautiful and radiant. Clearly, she had been quietly watching over Lin Feng all these eighteen years. She also knew that he had once been regarded as trash, but through his own efforts, he had steadily climbed to where he was today.
If not for Lin Feng's formidable strength and talent, perhaps she would not have acknowledged him even now.
Without strength, one had no voice. If Lin Feng had truly been a waste, she would have preferred him to live as an ordinary person, spending his life in peace. Though it wouldn't be spectacular, at least he would have lived quietly.
This had always been Lin Hai's intention, or rather, the agreement between her and Lin Hai.
That was why Lin Hai had never forced Lin Feng to do anything, letting him live as a commoner. But later, when Lin Feng's talent blossomed, Lin Hai changed his mind. He chose to leave, allowing Lin Feng to fight and carve his own path, whatever achievements he made being entirely his own.
Later, Lin Feng arrived at the Imperial City. With his talent and several major feats, he quickly shocked the city and gained considerable fame.
It was then that Yue Menghe and Lin Hai realized that Lin Feng seemed to have embarked on a different path.
But no matter which path Lin Feng took, as his parents, they would only silently support him. Until today, Yue Menghe had no choice but to step forward.
Many people believed that her son Lin Feng had no power or background, that he could be bullied and suppressed at will. They all wanted to kill him.
How could Yue Menghe let them have their way? Now, she stood up to tell everyone that Lin Feng was her son. Let anyone dare to bully Lin Feng again, or claim he lacked a powerful background.
With this thought, Yue Menghe swept her gaze over the crowd below. Her eyes were icy cold as she spat out a single sentence.
"Weren't there many of you just now saying my son Lin Feng deserves to die? Who else wants him dead? Step forward and speak."
As Yue Menghe's voice rang out, the crowd froze.
Just moments ago, members of the Yu Clan, the Dugu Clan, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, the Hao Yue Sect, the Luoxia Sect, and the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa had all declared that Lin Feng must die. But now, faced with Yue Menghe's cold gaze, their hearts trembled, and no one spoke.
No one dared to speak, because no one knew how terrifyingly powerful Yue Menghe—the genius who had shaken Snow Moon eighteen years ago—had become.
Perhaps Yue Menghe had already surpassed the Yue Clan's leader, Yue Qingshan.
In the martial path, predecessors were always meant to be surpassed by talented juniors.
The space fell into silence. A cold sneer curled at the corner of Yue Menghe's mouth as she shouted, "A bunch of cowards. You dare to act but not to speak. From now on, if anyone dares to secretly harm my son, I, Yue Menghe, will hunt them down and kill them."
As her words fell, a terrifying murderous intent rolled out, unleashing a deep and oppressive pressure that suffocated many.
"What terrifying pressure."
The crowd's faces stiffened, especially those who held grudges against Lin Feng. Yue Menghe was too strong. A single wave of pressure was enough to intimidate them, showing them just how powerful she truly was.
Moreover, the crowd knew that offending Yue Menghe was essentially the same as offending two people—her and Zhuge Wuqing.
And no one would deny that if something truly happened to Yue Menghe, the Yue Clan would still step in to act on her behalf.
"Hmph."
Yue Menghe let out a cold snort and said, "This so-called genius gathering has lost all meaning. Most of you are scheming against others without any principles. I see no need to continue it. Soon, envoys from the empire may arrive, and I believe they will have their own judgment. You all can fend for yourselves."
With that, Yue Menghe turned to Lin Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, this genius gathering is meaningless. Let's go."
"Alright."
Lin Feng nodded. Yue Menghe's body flickered, and she appeared beside Meng Qing.
Yue Menghe studied Meng Qing, a smile in her eyes. The crowd below felt dizzy.
Yue Menghe, the Snow Moon number one beauty from eighteen years ago, was still breathtakingly beautiful. And Meng Qing, Lin Feng's woman, was holy and noble, ethereal as an immortal. Standing together, they drained all the splendor from the surrounding world.
Yet these two stunning women from different eras showed no signs of rivalry. Meng Qing was Lin Feng's woman, which made her Yue Menghe's daughter-in-law. How could Yue Menghe compete with her?
Lin Feng watched Yue Menghe appraising Meng Qing and felt a hint of nervousness. In his past life, this would be like a mother-in-law meeting her daughter-in-law.
Not just Lin Feng, but even Meng Qing rarely showed a trace of nervousness. Under Yue Menghe's gaze, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her head slightly, appearing somewhat shy.
"Yue Menghe, Meng Qing—both of our names have the character 'Meng' (dream)," Yue Menghe said, smiling at Meng Qing. "My son has good taste."
"Uh..." Lin Feng was stunned. Yue Menghe had studied Meng Qing for so long, only to come out with these few words. He was speechless and could only smile wryly.
Meng Qing kept her head lowered, but a faint smile curled at the corners of her mouth. Yue Menghe was Lin Feng's mother, and her approval was clearly very important.
PS: Guests came to the house, and you all know about social obligations. I sincerely apologize. I'll work overtime tomorrow. I don't know how long it will be, but I'll try to update one or two more chapters. Also, brothers, are any of you from Sichuan? I wish you all the best. Life is truly fragile; just being alive isn't easy.