The Immortal Emperor Returns Chapter 553 - Imagination

Chapter 553 Imagination

Chu Xun woke up and found himself lying on a wooden bed with a piece of soft animal skin on the surface.
“Where was it?”
He remembered that he had fallen into a bottomless chasm. Could it be that someone had saved him?
He sat up and found that he was not injured and wore coarse linen clothes.
But in a second, his expression turned very pale, and he was even in a panic.
He had lost all his cultivation.
Chu Xun jumped off the bed in panic and rushed out of the room.
What greeted him were a circle of thatched cottages and fence walls.
Through a fence wall, he saw a large piece of fertile farmland.
The breeze blew. The green wheat seedlings were fluttering in the wind and formed wheat waves. In the field, some wild weeds had small pink flowers.
Chu Xun slowly calmed down.
Far away from here, dozens of figures appeared at the end of the field.
He could vaguely hear the sound of laughter.
The crowd gradually drew closer.
Chu Xun looked as if he had been struck by lightning, just like a carved stone or a carved wood.
Because they were his relatives, he had buried them on the Qianlong Mountain before.
Hua Qingwu, Jing Hong, Tang Rou, and others were all there.
The elders were all there.
“Mom, Dad,” Chu Xun knelt down and took the words out of his mouth with difficulty. His throat was dry.
Chu Tianhe and Liu Ran looked at Chu Xun strangely.
The others also had strange expressions on their faces.
“Dear, I thought you had recovered from your illness. Did you get muddle-headed because of the fever?” Liu Ran stepped forward and touched Chu Xun’s forehead, and then touched her own. “It’s not feverish anymore.”
“Darling, why do you kneel on the ground? Please get up.” Jing Hong and Hua Qingwu stepped forward and helped him up.
“Where is Jiu You? I asked her to take care of you. The naughty girl is unreliable,” Hua Qingwu said reproachfully.
“Chu Xun, how do you feel?” It was a familiar voice from a person.
Chu Xun narrowed his eyes and asked, “Miss Hong Ling, are you still alive?”
Hong Ling’s pretty face, which was full of concern, suddenly changed. She said in anger, “What’s the grudge between us? Why did you curse me like this?”
After that, she left angrily.
“What did you say, darling? Miss Hong Ling is so angry,” Jing Hong reprimanded.
Chu Xun looked at Chen Hanlong, Zheng Guangyi, Sun Ying, and others in astonishment.
“What happened?”
“It must be an illusion,” Chu Xun muttered.
Slap!
Chu Tianhe stepped forward and smacked Chu Xun on his head.
“Are you serious? Is there anyone like you? You’re confused. You started talking nonsense here as soon as you woke up,” Chu Tianhe scolded him with a smile.
“Would it hurt?”
Chu Xun felt pain. He touched the place where Chu Tianhe just hit and couldn’t help laughing.
The pain meant that it was true.
“Dad,” Chu Xun gave him a bear hug.
“Mom, Uncle Tang, Aunt Tang,” Chu Xun grinned and gave everyone a big bear hug.
“Darling, why are you crying?” Hua Qingwu looked at Chu Xun, who was still crying. She felt worried and asked, “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
“Did the child fall, have a fever, and become a fool?” Chu Tianhe muttered.
“How dare you insult our son like that?” Liu Ran was dissatisfied.
Chu Tianhe quickly put on a smile.
Chu Xun couldn’t stop crying.
The familiar people and the familiar feeling made him believe it was true. They were not dead.
“What happened?” Chu Xun was curious.
“Let’s go back home and talk about it later. It’s windy here,” Tang Wenyan said.
“Sir, we will go and prepare the food first,” Chen Hanlong was still as respectful to Chu Xun as usual.
Chu Xun and the others returned to the thatched cottage.
“Little Xun, do you remember that you fell from the mountain when you picked the Tianmu Herb?” Chu Tianhe asked.
Chu Xun shook his head. He remembered that he was knocked down from mid-air by Emperor Ao.
“Dear, you don’t have a strong body. You should teach your students rather than pick the Tianmu Herb. Fortunately, you are safe. Otherwise, how can we live on after you?” Liu Ran scolded him.
“Wait,” Chu Xun’s face was full of strangeness, “did you say that I was a teacher?”
“Darling, are you all right? Don’t scare us,” Jing Hong looked worried.
Chu Xun was confused. “What the hell is going on?”
“Please tell me, what happened on earth?” Chu Xun tried his best to remain calm.
“Do you remember anything?” Chu Tianhe’s face was full of worry.
“If you don’t tell me anything, how can I know if I remember it or not?” Chu Xun was speechless.
“It is astonishing, the child is really silly.” Liu Ran’s eyes turned red and she began to cry.
“Who can tell me what’s going on?” Chu Xun’s face was full of confusion. “And, what happened to my cultivation? How about yours?”
Chu Xun did not feel any fluctuation of True Energy, and everyone seemed to have become ordinary people.
“Oh no. This child is really silly.”
“Little Xun, you can’t be silly. You are a famous talent within five kilometers.”
“The children here rely on you to learn reading and writing.”
“Let Elder Gui and Hong Ling come and see what’s wrong with this child.”
Everyone chimed in, with worried expressions on their faces.
Chu Xun was speechless and he was full of confusion.
“Jing Hong, tell me, what happened to me?”
“Don’t be worried, my darling. No matter what you are, Little Wu, me, and the child will never leave you,” Jing Hong whimpered.
Chu Xun was completely stunned. “Child? Where did the child come from?”
“Darling, don’t you remember our child?” Jing Hong sobbed.
“Oh my god!” Chu Xun wanted to cry but had no tears. “What happened?”
“Who can tell me what happened?” Chu Xun couldn’t help roaring.
“Little Xun, calm down please, let Mom tell you,” Liu Ran wiped her tears and spoke slowly.
When Liu Ran finished speaking, Chu Xun was stunned.
He was a teacher, a famous talent within five kilometers. A child in his private school was sick, so he climbed up the mountain to pick the herb. Unfortunately, he fell down the mountain.
He had been in a coma for several months. And he had woken up several times in the middle. But every time he woke up, he would go crazy, shouting some words like killing all the people.
A month ago, he woke up completely, but he was unconscious. Sometimes he was clear, but sometimes he was confused. He had a high fever all the time.
“Darling, are you all right?” Little Wu asked, caring for Chu Xun.
Chu Xun murmured, “Am I dreaming? I haven’t been imprisoned at all. I’ve never been to the world of cultivation, let alone the Immortal Emperor or Chu the Devil?”
“Wake up, darling. What’s wrong with you?” Jing Hong shook Chu Xun anxiously.
Chu Xun almost fell apart. “Please don’t shake me anymore, I’m fine.”
“Darling,” Jing Hong said, “when you were in a coma for the past few months, you kept saying that you were the Immortal Emperor, the Devil King, and so on. I thought you were insane again.”
“I asked you to teach your students, but you study the immortals every day. It wouldn’t be strange you were silly if you study the demons and the devils every day,” Liu Ran scolded angrily.
Chu Xun’s face was full of confusion. Then he asked Jing Hong, “What’s the name of our child?”
“Her name is Jiu You. You named her. Have you forgotten it?”
“Jiu You is our child?” Chu Xun’s eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief. “She is a monster and a python. You said that we gave birth to a snack?”
“You bastard, how dare you to say that about your daughter?” Chu Tianhe was furious and was about to smack Chu Xun.
Liu Ran stopped him and said, “What are you doing? Little Xun has gone insane. How can you beat him?”
“Which year is it now?” Chu Xun asked.
“In the 2018th year of Longxia Period,” Hua Qingwu said.
The corners of Chu Xun’s mouth twitched.
“Are you kidding me?” Chu Xun couldn’t help laughing. “There are so many thatched cottages in 2018? Stop kidding. Don’t tell me that the emperor is still in reign now.”
“How dare you joke with the emperor? Do you want to die?” Chu Tianhe was furious.
Chu Xun’s face was full of strangeness. He was stunned when he saw everyone looking at him like looking at an idiot. “Is there an emperor in reign?”
Just as Chu Xun was about to speak, he heard Chen Hanlong shouting outside for dinner.
“Well, let’s have dinner first,” Chu Tianhe looked at Chu Xun and shook his head in disappointment.
With a strange expression, Chu Xun pulled Hua Qingwu to the end.
“Babe, what’s the name of our village?”
Hua Qingwu looked at Chu Xun strangely and asked, “Why do you call me babe?”
Chu Xun was stunned completely. “What should I call you?”
“You call me honey.”
“All right!” Chu Xun was speechless. “So, honey, where is it?”
“Qianlong Village. You renamed it. Do you remember?”
It was Qianlong Village. Chu Xun was shocked.
“Don’t worry, darling. Miss Hong Ling said you just woke up, so it’s normal that you can’t remember a lot of things.”
Chu Xun nodded and said, “Then please answer my question. What’s the name of the current emperor?”
Hua Qingwu lowered her voice and said, “Darling, the emperor’s name is taboo. Don’t address him disrespectfully by name. Let me tell you secretly. The present emperor is Emperor Ao. He is going to abdicate in favor of Long Ao.”
Chu Xun was stunned. He tripped over the threshold carelessly and fell out.
Chu Xun saw Jiu You at dinner, and she looked as familiar as before.
The dishes on the table were simple. They were all home-cooked.
Chu Xun was absent-minded, “is it a dream?”
“Don’t think it anymore. I believe that you will recover soon. When you are healthy, you can study hard. Maybe you can get first place this time.”
“That’s right,” Jing Hong added comfortingly, “a loss brings good fortune. You might be able to become a Number One Scholar after the incident.”
“Number One Scholar?” Chu Xun’s face was full of surprise. “There is still such a thing now?”
“What a big tone! Become the Number One Scholar if you can!” Chu Tianhe snorted angrily.
“I will do it,” Chu Xun raised his head and said, “after I become the Number One Scholar, I will return to my hometown to teach and educate the descendants.”
When Chu Xun finished what he was saying, everyone at the table looked at him in surprise.
“Tian he, Little Xun is not insane. Look, he can write poems,” Liu Ran said happily.
“Honey, is this your new poem?” Hua Qingwu asked in surprise.
Chu Xun’s face was full of confusion.
“You’ll succeed this time, honey,” said Jing Hong.
“Have I ever taken the Number One Scholar exam before?” Chu Xun was confused and asked suspiciously.
“You’ve failed four times already,” Jing Hong nodded. “This is your last chance. If you still fail, you’ll have no chance to be a Number One Scholar in this life.”
Chu Xun almost spat out blood. “Am I so silly? I’ve tried four times but failed.”
Could it be that he was disheartened after failing the exam four times, so he started to have imagination?
He knew that if a person felt over-stressed or suffered failures continuously, he would start to have illusions.
For example, when you were extremely poor, you would dream of having a lot of money. As the saying goes, you would go crazy for money. When you were in great sadness, you would fall into your illusions and be unable to get out of them.
That was true. Were it not true, he would not have remembered that he was the Immortal Emperor and Chu the Devil, who had killed so many people. But why didn’t he remember the cultivation method?