manynovel Chapter 15 A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken.
Chapter 15 A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken.
Back at the Spirit Hall, time flew by, and half a year had passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Qian Yuhan was constantly worried about his father, asking the Heavenly Might Douluo about him every day. However, each answer he received only filled him with disappointment and anxiety.
Every time Qian Yuhan saw Tianwei Douluo, she would eagerly ask, "Is there any news about my father? Where is he now?"
Tianwei Douluo always shook his head helplessly and replied, "I'm not sure, he hasn't returned yet."
These brief words pierced Qian Yuhan's heart like a sharp sword.
Day after day passed, and Qian Yuhan's heart grew heavier. He couldn't understand why so much time had passed without any news from his father. He began to suspect that something had happened, or that his father was in danger. These thoughts swirled in his mind, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.
Despite this, Qian Yuhan remained convinced that his father would return. He silently told himself to be strong and not let his worries defeat him. So, he buried this concern deep in his heart and focused on cultivating his skills to improve his strength. Only by becoming stronger could he help his father and relieve his burdens in the future.
During the days of waiting, Qian Yuhan gradually came to understand a truth—some things cannot be forced, and can only be left to nature. He believed that as long as he persevered, one day he would see his father return home.
Despite having the soul of an eighteen-year-old, Qian Yuhan couldn't understand why his father had left without saying goodbye, and hadn't even seen him that day.
So he stopped asking about Tianwei Douluo after that, since it would be pointless to ask anyway.
In the past six months, Qian Yuhan has become quiet and reserved, no longer as lively, cheerful, and mischievous as before.
Tianwei Douluo witnessed all of this.
Qian Yuhan stopped playing around and focused solely on cultivation. When Tianwei Douluo came to find him in the morning, he was meditating and cultivating; when the servant brought him lunch at noon, he was still meditating and cultivating; and even when he was cleaning the porch in the evening, he was still meditating and cultivating…
For the past six months, Qian Yuhan has been doing the same thing: one day of cultivation, and the other day going to the Soul Arena in Wuhun City to practice on wooden stakes and engage in real combat.
Qian Yuhan's strength has already broken through to level 30. He only needs to obtain another soul ring to break through to the Soul Master level.
The foundation he laid over the past six months was very solid, and his soul power far surpassed that of other soul masters of the same level. His combat skills had also improved significantly in actual soul battles against opponents of higher levels.
Qian Yuhan is now like a cultivation machine, devoid of any emotion.
"Xiao Han, you should rest first. You can't practice like this, or you'll go into qi deviation."
Qian Yuhan seemed not to hear, and continued walking towards the Soul Arena with her head down.
"Xiao Han...stop..."
Qian Yuhan continued walking, showing no sign of stopping.
Tianwei Douluo flashed behind Qian Yuhan, grabbed Qian Yuhan's arm, and said coldly:
"Who are you doing this to? Do you think your father would want to see you like this?"
At this moment, Qian Yuhan turned her head and looked at Tianwei Douluo. Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell to the ground. She said, "No matter what he wants me to be, he doesn't want me anymore!"
Before Qian Yuhan transmigrated, he was an orphan on Earth. He grew up in an orphanage where the children all shared a similar fate—being abandoned by their parents or fostered.
The word "foster care" might sound better than outright abandonment, but in reality, there's no difference. For Qian Yuhan, this feeling of abandonment is deeply rooted in his heart, becoming an indescribable pain and disgust.
However, when he traveled to the Douluo Continent, everything changed. He met Qian Mo, a man who gave him fatherly love.
Over the past eight years, Qian Yuhan had enjoyed relatively happy times. He finally experienced the warmth of family and the care of his father. This period allowed him to gradually forget his past loneliness and solitude.
But suddenly, Qian Mo disappeared without a trace for several months. Although the elders told him that Qian Mo had gone on a mission, Qian Yuhan had a strong premonition that things were not simple. He suspected that Qian Mo might have met with misfortune, and this unease continued to gnaw at his heart.
What puzzled him even more was why no one was willing to tell him the truth. He couldn't understand why everyone was keeping it from him and preventing him from knowing the truth. This concealment made him feel angry and helpless; he longed for the truth, not to be kept in the dark.
Qian Yuhan was puzzled and confused. He felt that he had been abandoned by his father. Although the truth might not be so, and he might not have been abandoned, Qian Yuhan was still extremely distressed, especially emotionally.
Seeing Qian Yuhan's expression, Tianwei Douluo couldn't bear to scold him any further. He understood that for an eight-year-old child to face his father's sudden departure was an unpleasant experience for anyone.
"Xiao Han, come with me."
Tianwei Douluo brought Qian Yuhan to Qingfeng Douluo's residence, knocked on the door, and then led Qian Yuhan inside.
"Third Brother, you should talk to Xiao Han about Eldest Brother's matter."
After saying that, he opened the door and left.
"Uncle Qingfeng, tell me the truth, what happened to my dad? Is he dead?!" Qian Yuhan's eyes were still brimming with tears, as if she was about to break down and cry.
"Xiao Han, come, sit here with your uncle."
Qian Yuhan rubbed her eyes and sat down next to Qingfeng Douluo. Qingfeng Douluo rubbed Qian Yuhan's head and said, "Little Han, your father is not dead. He is so strong, who could harm him? But he does have some unspeakable difficulties that he has to deal with himself. When he decided to leave in secret, do you know what he was thinking? I have known your father for nearly a hundred years, and I have never seen him like that before."
Qingfeng Douluo raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and continued, "It was when you went to Tiandou City to prepare for departure, and the few of us were talking about things there, that he cried, shedding tears I had never seen before. A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he is deeply saddened."
"He loves you, more than anyone else. You and your son will definitely reunite in the future. Once he has resolved his issues and found out the truth, he will definitely meet you. You must believe him."
……
Qingfeng Douluo talked to Qian Yuhan for a long time, and it wasn't until two hours later that Qian Yuhan came out of Qingfeng Douluo's residence, Qingfeng Palace.
Looking at Tianwei Douluo who had been waiting outside, he smiled and said, "Uncle Tianwei, let's go to the Star Dou Great Forest tomorrow. I should get my third spirit ring."
Seeing that Qian Yuhan had recovered considerably, he knew it would take time, and that things were already quite remarkable. He couldn't help but think that only someone as thoughtful as his third brother could effectively guide him through these kinds of situations; the other five roughnecks... well, let's just say they were hopeless.
"Good," Tianwei Douluo said with satisfaction.
Only Qian Yuhan himself knew how much his personality had changed in the past few months.
In the past, he could be considered a mediocre social butterfly, perhaps able to strike up a few pleasantries with unfamiliar strangers. But now, when faced with people he doesn't know well or with whom he has a distant relationship, he can't be bothered to utter a single word.
Qian Yuhan had long since sealed his heart tightly. Since Qian Mo left him, he had suffered a heavy blow. In addition, he had been cultivating alone, without any emotional entanglements, which gradually made him accustomed to this lonely and desolate life.
Although the uncles who supported him still treated him with the same warmth and care as always, he still missed his father...
Qian Yuhan sat quietly in the pavilion atop Wuhun Mountain, gazing into the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire world orange-red, like a beautiful painting.
Although he was still angry and dissatisfied with his father's departure without saying goodbye, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation after learning from Qingfeng Douluo that they would definitely meet again in the future.
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When I was little, I read the Douluo Continent novel and thought the IP was really fun. Back then, I wanted to create my own Douluo Continent. Unfortunately, the academic pressure in junior and senior high school was too great, so I couldn't fulfill this small wish.
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