Chapter Thirty-Eight: True Feelings in Adversity

  Guo Ming did not take the opportunity to make a move, after all, the two of them didn't have any deep grudges. He took another glance at Wang Jinfei, especially her ample bosom, and swallowed hard before drifting away.

  Wang Jinfeng quickly recovered, looking around for any sign of Guo Ming's figure. She stomped her lotus foot in anger and scolded in a delicate voice: "You stinky little brat, don't let me catch you again next time."

  Guo Ming's body transformed into a wisp of clear wind, drifting aimlessly through the streets and alleys. The world was full of dust and noise, with everyone coming for their own gain; Guo Ming was no exception, as a cultivator, he too had his own pursuits. Currently, his pursuit was simple: to cultivate quietly, wait for his parents to live out their hundred years, and then leave, after which the four seas would be his home, free from worries and troubles.

  This is what one must do as a human, whether it's because of their own strength or the rigor of their master. Only after Guangming cultivated his true self did he deeply understand the difficulty of cultivating truth. This requires accumulation over time to achieve great success. If that were all, it would be fine, but the path of cultivating truth is extremely difficult. From the current situation, cultivators are almost extinct, which can be seen from this. The horror of heart demons has not been experienced yet, but from the master's legacy, five or six out of ten were destroyed by them. Every step of advancement is extremely difficult, and there is also the terrifying heavenly tribulation.

  Guo Ming had absolutely no intention of letting his parents follow him to cultivate the truth, what he wanted to do was to let his parents spend their old age in peace, since his parents had such high expectations for him, then with his own strength, he could completely bring glory to his ancestors.

  As for his wife, he felt that it was still a bit distant. He was not yet 16 years old, and at this age, considering marriage was too early. Of course, everything would happen naturally. At present, he did not deliberately pursue emotions, nor did he live a solitary life like the ancient cultivators. The best thing would be to find another cultivator, but was that realistic? Guo Ming shook his head.

  A shrill cry echoed through the air, and Guo Ming's spirit stirred, instantly transforming into a figure that rushed towards the source of the scream. What entered his line of sight was a scene he had imagined.

  Three or four young hooligans, holding spring knives and sneering, walked towards a pair of young boys and girls. What surprised Guo Ming was that the other party turned out to be the couple he had seen riding bicycles earlier, and he had even felt a little envious in his heart. Unfortunately, they encountered such a scene.

  An old bicycle lay on its side by the road, as if announcing the fate of the two.

  The girl's face was filled with terror, her hands tightly grasping the boyfriend in front of her. Guo Ming could catch a glimpse of his opponent's fingers trembling violently due to extreme tension. For her, the childhood sweetheart in front of her was her last reliance, like a floating water lily, once relaxed, perhaps it would be another ending.

  The girl looked very quiet, with a waterfall-like long hair, a elegant one-piece dress, a standard melon-shaped face, and intelligent almond eyes. Only at this time, her one-piece dress had slipped off her shoulder, revealing the inside of her camisole, but the girl was completely unaware.

  This exciting scene stimulated the several little rascals opposite, who had never seen such a quiet and lovely girl. Since they first saw this girl emit a silvery laugh and two big dimples on her face, they decided to take a risk, no matter what, to get this girl.

  "Xiao Jun, don't worry, I'll protect you," that boy clenched his fists and said firmly.

  The girl who was mistaken for Xiaojun had a look of terror on her face that suddenly decreased by three points, and she said softly: "I believe you."

  "Hey, brothers, look! They're flirting right in front of us, what should we do? A young man with big earrings chuckled and said."

  "It's easy to deal with people like you who pretend to be tough but have no real power," said a young man standing next to him, dressed in even more avant-garde clothing. As he spoke, a switchblade suddenly popped out, and a flash of light reflected off the other person's eyes.

  The young man's face changed drastically, and he carefully looked around at the terrain. He soon sadly discovered that the two of them had been forced into a dead end alley. He was really in trouble, having heard before that this area was quite chaotic, but he had taken the shortcut to save time. Now what could he do? Pointing to outsiders for help was impossible, and looking at his own build, he estimated that the opponent could take him down with one move, not to mention there were four of them, and they were holding knives. If he got stabbed once, he didn't dare imagine the consequences.

  Thinking of this, the young man shouted: "Don't cause trouble, if something happens, the police won't let you off."

  Several people were stunned at first, then burst out laughing. One of them pointed at him and said: "Let me tell you, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau is my dad. As long as no one dies, who dares to mess with me? You little brat, if you're scared, get lost early, don't bother staying here."

  "You? You, that young man was at a loss, he was a top student in the school, if it was about studying, he would be fine, but when it came to fighting, he was no good. As he saw his opponent quickly closing in on him, his heart suddenly panicked for no reason."

  He glanced at the expectant eyes of his girlfriend behind him, and he still didn't dare to leave alone. He knew better than anyone what the other person wanted, and if he left, Xiao Jun would definitely be taken advantage of. They had been together since childhood for over a decade, this was no ordinary feeling.

  The other party had already pushed them to the corner, Xiao Jun bit her lip and looked at her boyfriend's trembling body, feeling hopeless. She knew that her boyfriend was also barely holding on, if he hadn't been afraid of leaving, he would have run away long ago. Since her boyfriend couldn't even protect himself, why should she let him take risks?

  Xiao Jun looked at her boyfriend steadily and said in a low voice: "Zi Hao, leave! Don't make unnecessary resistance, go out and report to the police immediately."

  The young man's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement, and he looked back at the four young men who were getting closer and closer. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind that as long as he could get out first, he would immediately call the police, and maybe Xiao Jun would be able to escape from their clutches. With this thought in mind, he tightly hugged Xiao Jun and whispered: "Wait for me."

  In the midst of the four people's stunned expressions, the young man suddenly sprang up and turned around, his entire body bursting out with a speed that even he himself could hardly imagine. He transformed into an arrow shooting off the string, making a loud "thud" as he broke through the encirclement of the four people and ran out.

  The beautiful eyes of Xiao Jun seemed to have a snowflake in them, which shattered with a "bang" sound. She felt the air around her suddenly empty, and the unspoken oppression made her heart ache as if it was being torn apart. The vows they had once made were ultimately no match for the threats of reality. The sweet whispers that had once been spoken in each other's ears now seemed like an eternity ago with just one phrase "wait for me". The girl's heart was pierced and bleeding. She had hoped he wouldn't get hurt, but what she truly hoped for deep down, she knew, and that boy understood too. Yet, he ultimately chose a path more beneficial to himself.

  Wait for me, when you really come back, will I still be me? Maybe, but not completely, including physical and psychological aspects. First love is pure and beautiful, with no room for flaws. The boy's departure is a betrayal in some sense, he betrayed himself.

  The girl's cheeks slid over two drops of sad tears, and the boy seemed to have a sense of it, but he still didn't have the courage to turn his head and look at the girl again. Maybe he was afraid to see the girl's sorrowful eyes or maybe he was afraid to face his own conscience, but what difference does it make? What matters is that he personally betrayed his love.