Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3768: Returning To The Sad Village

The old man found himself comparing Little Bull to the disciples within the Heavenly Stream Guardian Sect.

Many of them were excellent disciples. Some were even considered prodigies. Yet he could already imagine their reactions if they were in this situation.

They would ask about immortal arts.

About sects.

About treasures.

About opportunities.

Little Bull, meanwhile, was staring at clouds. ”That one looks like a pig.”

He Jian followed the direction he pointed.

The old man actually saw it.

A cloud shaped vaguely like a pig.

A laugh escaped him.

Little Bull pointed elsewhere.

”That one looks like a chicken.”

”You have quite the imagination.” The Old man said with a smile.

The young man scratched his head.

”What’s imagination?”

He Jian stared for a moment, then sighed.

”Never mind.”

The flight continued while Little Bull kept pointing at random things.

The forests.

The mountains.

The rivers.

Every new sight earned a reaction.

It was almost like watching a child seeing the world for the first time.

Eventually Honey God Village appeared in the distance. The small settlement sat quietly amid fields and orchards as smoke rose from chimneys and villagers moved about their daily routines.

Life seemed peaceful.

Then someone noticed the figure descending from the sky.

”An immortal!”

A shout rang out as people rushed outside. More and more villagers appeared before someone recognized the person being carried.

The entire village froze.

”Little Bull?”

”No way!”

”It can’t be!”

”Little Bull!”

The moment He Jian landed, chaos erupted.

Dozens of villagers rushed forward.

Men.

Women.

Children.

Elderly villagers.

Everyone crowded around and before Lin Mu could react, several people had already grabbed his shoulders. Others were checking his arms while some touched his face. A few women were already crying.

”Little Bull!”

”You’re alive!”

”We thought you were dead!”

”You foolish child!”

An elderly woman suddenly smacked him on the shoulder. The slap carried surprisingly little strength. But then she burst into tears.

Lin Mu blinked as the woman immediately pulled him into a hug.

Several others followed.

The scene became increasingly chaotic.

Little Bull simply stood there looking confused.

”Who are you?” he asked.

The crying stopped.

Several villagers froze.

The old woman released him.

”What?”

Little Bull scratched his head.

”Who are you?”

The woman stared, then pointed at herself.

”It’s me!”

Little Bull continued staring while the woman looked horrified.

Another villager stepped forward.

”Little Bull, it’s Uncle Ren!”

Little Bull tilted his head.

”I don’t know you.”

The man’s face immediately fell. One after another, villagers introduced themselves but each time Lin Mu shook his head.

The reactions grew increasingly worried.

”You don’t know me?”

”No.”

”I taught you how to fish!”

”You did?”

”I did!”

Little Bull thought hard.

Then shook his head ”No memory.”

An elderly farmer stepped forward.

”I raised you since you were little!”

Little Bull looked at him.

The old man’s eyes were already red.

Yet Lin Mu merely shook his head again.

”Sorry.”

The villagers finally turned toward He Jian, their expressions filled with concern.

The old immortal sighed.

”It appears he suffered memory loss.”

Silence followed and many villagers looked devastated. He Jian proceeded to explain what he had found, the injuries, and the fall.

He told them about the condition he had discovered Little Bull in, the cave, the countless craters, and the repeated attempts to climb. The more they heard, the more emotional the villagers became.

Several women openly cried.

Many men lowered their heads.

Guilt filled their expressions.

Then the questions started.

”Little Bull, what happened?”

”How did you survive?”

”Were you scared?”

Lin Mu looked around.

His expression remained simple.

”I woke up.”

”Woke up?” someone asked.

Little Bull nodded.

”My head hurt.”

He pointed at the injuries.

”I didn’t know where I was.”

The villagers listened carefully.

”So what happened then?” someone asked.

”I got hungry.”

The answer was immediate.

Several people laughed despite themselves.

Little Bull continued.

”I looked for food.”

”What food?”

”Whatever I could find.”

”What did you eat?”

The young man thought for several moments.

”Leaves.”

The villagers winced.

”Mushrooms.”

More wincing.

”Some bugs.”

Several children looked impressed.

The adults looked horrified.

”And roots.”

Someone covered their face.

Little Bull continued innocently.

”Most tasted bad.”

The atmosphere became strangely comedic despite the sadness.

Then his expression dimmed slightly.

”I wanted to leave.”

Everyone grew quiet again.

”So I climbed.”

The villagers already knew where this was going.

”I fell.”

Little Bull pointed vaguely.

”A lot.”

”How many times?” a villager asked.

The young man counted on his fingers.

Eventually he stopped.

”I don’t know.”

The answer hurt more than any detailed explanation could.

Everyone could imagine it: A young man trapped alone, climbing, falling, climbing again and falling again... Repeating endlessly.

Eventually several villagers broke down crying.

One elderly man sat directly on the ground. ”This is our fault.”

”We should have searched.”

”We should have gone down.”

Another villager clenched his fists.

”We were cowards.”

Little Bull looked increasingly uncomfortable.

He scratched his head.

Then walked over to the crying old man.

”Don’t cry.”

The old man looked up.

Little Bull awkwardly patted his shoulder.

The motion looked completely natural.

”You’ll get wrinkles.”

Several villagers laughed through their tears. The old man almost choked.

Little Bull continued.

”I’m okay.”

The simplicity of the words made many people cry harder and even He Jian felt moved. The young man had lost his memories. Yet his kindness remained unchanged. That spoke volumes about the person he truly was.

Eventually one of the village elders stepped forward.

”Can he recover?” the old man asked hopefully.

Everyone looked toward He Jian.

The immortal sighed.

”I possess healing pills.”

Hope appeared but soon faded.

”They heal the body.”

The villagers fell silent.

”But the mind is far more complicated.”

Disappointment spread.

Yet He Jian continued.

”However...”

The villagers immediately looked up as the old man stroked his beard.

”If he accompanies me to my sect, there are specialists who may be able to help.”

The villagers stared and even Lin Mu appeared curious.

”Your sect?” Little Bull asked.

He Jian nodded.

”My sect.”