Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 280, Section 010: Realizing Today's Rightness and Yesterday's Wrongness

"【Tiger Silent Incense】?" Jin Junlai's eyes lit up. "A good thing. It's a pity that the girl actually has 【Orchid Love and Joy】, and it's not very old, its life force is about to wither away."

Jin Jun looked at him, and seemed to understand something. He said thoughtfully, "So, you might really have ruined someone else's opportunity."

Jin Ziyue remained silent.

Previously, he and Chen Ruolan were not in the same class, and he rarely contacted her. He didn't even know how she was doing during high school. Today, it was just a coincidence that the teacher asked him to go, and he remembered that Chen Ruolan was upstairs, so he subconsciously went to find the girl.

Looking back, if that Otherworldly creature had already existed back then, and was even near her home, Chen Ruolan would most likely have met with misfortune. It was truly a stroke of luck that she survived.

Jin Ziyue recalled what Chen Ruolan had said earlier when they were discussing "tracing back to the source": "It's not necessary."

It's not that I don't need it, it's that I don't want it.

The path she walked in the past must have been paved with blood and tears.

Jin Jun saw his son's stiff face, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay. This is a dream. Even I am fake. The matter is long over. It's all just a simulation."

Jin Ziyue seemed to remember something after being reminded by him, and warned Jin Junlai: "Old Jin, you must not go to Dingjun Mountain for the next two years."

Jin Junlai was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "The name of this mountain is a bit of a jinx to me, it's kind of eerie."

Jin Ziyue remained silent.

It wasn't just Ke; the bad news about Jin Jun's arrival came from there back then.

Even among the most powerful and renowned Fate Masters, four went, and three perished. The elites of the five great Fate Master families and powerful figures from the martial world followed one after another, yet in the end, the strong were defeated, the weak perished, and less than one in ten survived.

"Alright, alright, I won't go, you two still rely on me to earn money." Jin Junlai saw that Jin Ziyue was distracted and thought he didn't believe him, so he assured him again.

In truth, Jin Junlai knew in his heart that this was his son's dream.

The deed has already been done.

People in a dream subconsciously erase the concept of "dream." Even if you tell them "this is a dream," they cannot react. Therefore, Jin Ziyue subconsciously ignored the fact that it was a dream, which was probably corrected by the "Tracing the Source" and became a different concept.

For example, rebirth.

Jin Junlai is familiar with the "Tracing the Roots" technique and is probably the only person in the entire dream world who is even more lucid than the host.

However, he cannot wake his son; everything is a trial for him. Whether he can find the answers he seeks in this dream is up to him to find.

“But what about you?” Jin Jun looked at him and said, “What have you been doing all these years? Take this opportunity to tell your dad everything.”

Jin Ziyue looked at his father and nodded.

For the first time, he felt that there was a thicker, broader shoulder behind him that he could lean on without restraint.

……

"Damn, you've got guts. You're worthy of being my son."

After hearing Jin Ziyue's story, Jin Junlai was unaware of the situation in District 16, but the theft of "Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea" amazed him.

He looked at his son again. Although he still looked like a student, his actions a few years later would earn him the admiration of even a veteran Fate Master.

"Are you really capable of stealing the [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea]?" Jin Junlai asked suspiciously. "How did you deal with the two Yin-Yang stone beasts at the entrance? And what about the Glazed Dragon Killing Array on the roof of the courtyard, the Soul-Suppressing Incense in the courtyard, the Seventy-Two Life-Severing Staffs, and the Dry Well Ancestor guarding the courtyard? Did you encounter him?"

Jin Ziyue nodded and told Jin Junlai everything: "That's not all. The decree isn't hidden in the main hall where incense is offered, but in the Grand Elder's underground secret chamber. There are three golden coffins inside, containing the remains of a sage who controlled destiny a thousand years ago..."

"Good! Good!"

Jin Junlai kept praising his son for being successful, but his heart grew heavier and heavier.

Where is the core council of elders? The Grand Elder, the elders of each clan, and none of the truly living people have appeared.

As darkness fell and the streetlights came on, the father and son walked slowly, their shadows stretched ahead by the light and shadow.

He stopped looking at Jin Ziyue and stared at the road beneath his son's feet, his gaze wandering.

Those old devils... they actually plotted against this brat like that...

"Do you remember why you came back?" As they approached the door, Jin Junlai's tone changed, and he asked solemnly.

"Become stronger."

“Starting tomorrow, I will teach you new skills.” Jin Junlai put away his carefree middle-aged demeanor and, in Jin Ziyue’s eyes, became more like a strict mentor.

This was an expression I had never seen before, even back then.

"This body hasn't yet undergone the Life Refining Water to open its Spiritual Eyes." Jin Ziyue thought he was going to teach him the skills of controlling life step by step.

"You've already learned the skill of controlling life, so it won't be difficult for you to learn it again. What I'm going to teach you is the ability that the world's most outstanding talents possess."

When Jin Junlai said these words, his aura suddenly changed, like the bright moonlight on a mountaintop, shining on the old pine tree.

Jin Ziyue perked up and nodded.

How strong is Jin Junlai?

Young Jin Ziyue was unaware that even at this moment, he could only glean fragments of understanding from the man's actions.

When he dealt with Qingya, he didn't even need to use the wind force of [Rumors]. The clansmen's attitude towards Jin Junlai was one of respect; even in their jokes, one could sense the goodwill in their conversations.

"Dong dong."

It was Jin's mother who knocked on the door.

She leaned against the door, staring at the father and son with unfriendly eyes: "Why did it take you so long to buy something?"

Jin Ziyue suddenly realized that the small house in front of him was the home he had lived in for more than 20 years.

At this time, Jin's mother did not yet have white hair. She spoke coldly and used a wooden expression to cover up her inarticulateness. It was said that she had been ridiculed when she was young, and later became more and more silent.

"I just ran into this brat and gave him a serious scolding."

Jin Junlai chuckled and went to open the door for his mother: "Is the stove in the kitchen off? Is the food ready?"

"Where are the Fu siblings?"

Jin's mother glanced behind Jin Ziyue, found no one there, and questioned him.

"Fu Xun is in his third year of junior high, and Fu Qin needs to tutor him," Jin Junlai explained with a forced smile.

Jin Ziyue looked at his mother, and ripples of emotion spread through his heart. The woman was forty-one years old, a simple housewife with no source of income.

Two years later, when Jin Jun passed away, she single-handedly and quietly supported Jin Ziyue's tuition for four years of university.

"Mom, I'm back."

His voice was gentle, and his gaze was kind.

Jin's mother looked at him with a strange expression. The usually boisterous boy was unusually calm, yet there was an eerie quality to his demeanor.

"The rice is cooked, just heat up the dishes and we can eat."

She sized up Jin Ziyue, and only after Jin Jun came and went into the kitchen did she whisper, "What does the young lady think?"

"What could she possibly have to say?" Jin Ziyue rarely showed a smile.

Both chapter titles are ironic.
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