Chapter 10: Am I the Descendant of Immortals?

"Because your parents are immortals, and you’re the child of gods—otherwise, how could you be so lucky? Honestly, you’re really clueless."
"What? Did you just say I’m the child of gods?"
The little fairy’s answer left Chen Yufeng utterly bewildered. He couldn’t make sense of the situation and hurriedly pressed for details:
"Can you explain this more clearly? Be specific."
"It’s simple enough. Listen carefully."
The little fairy chuckled and began to explain:
"Your parents were originally immortals in the heavens. Three thousand years ago, they were exiled to the mortal world for violating celestial laws. They were condemned to become all sorts of creatures—pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep—and even ordinary humans, suffering cycle after cycle of reincarnation.
Seven days ago, their punishment finally ended, and they ascended back to the heavenly realm. This divine compass is an artifact created by your two immortal parents as a gift for you. Do you understand now?"
"What? No, this—this news is just too explosive!"
Chen Yufeng was truly taken aback. He never imagined such miraculous things could be real—was he really the child of gods?
He had never believed in ghosts or spirits, but the appearance of the divine compass had completely overturned his understanding of the world. Since something so mysterious and magical could appear, what was so strange about immortals existing?
Still, he would never have guessed that his ordinary parents were actually immortals from the celestial realm.
With this realization, he felt not grief, but a kind of happiness. He quickly asked,
"So, you’re saying there really is a heavenly realm in this world, and my immortal parents are there right now? Can I go see them?"
"Look at the state you’re in now. Do you really think you can set foot in the heavenly realm?"
"Uh, well… I suppose not."
Chen Yufeng shook his head helplessly, a little disappointed. He really wanted to see what his ordinary parents looked like as immortals.
"But, it’s not entirely impossible. When you have enough reward points, there just might be a way."
The little fairy comforted him with her words.
"Really? So I can go to the heavenly realm?"
"Of course! Why not?"
"That’s fantastic..."
Just thinking about it made Chen Yufeng’s heart leap with excitement. The heavenly realm was a legendary world, after all. The fairies and goddesses like Chang’e must be breathtakingly beautiful, right?
He couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
He really wanted to see it with his own eyes.

After that, he asked a great many questions about the heavenly realm—about the Jade Emperor, the Supreme Lord Laozi, Erlang Shen, and other figures from mythology. To his astonishment, they all truly existed, and quite a few deities enjoyed coming down to the mortal world for amusement.
Who could say—a university professor, a company president, a famous celebrity—any one of them might actually be a god in disguise…
"Xiaofeng, dinner’s ready. Come eat something."
"Oh, coming."
Soon, the Chen couple had prepared a sumptuous meal. Chen Yufeng responded and went next door to his uncle’s house for dinner.
As they ate, his aunt and uncle offered words of comfort, but Chen Yufeng had already come to terms with everything in his heart.
Though his parents had passed away, it wasn’t true death—they had simply returned to the heavenly realm as immortals. How carefree and joyful they must be! There was no reason for sorrow.
Still, he couldn’t help but think that Longteng Group’s compensation of two hundred thousand was a disgraceful pittance.
They’d have to pay far more than that.
…
Chen Yufeng spent the night at home. The next morning, around eight or nine o’clock, he said goodbye to his aunt and uncle and set out.
Out on the road, he realized his clothes were filthy from his previous work on the construction site, so he asked the little fairy to conjure him a new outfit.
To his dismay, the little fairy produced a set of ancient robes, complete with a flowing wig, insisting she wanted to transform him into a graceful, elegant gentleman.
It even cost him a point—a precious point, especially now.
Resigned, but a little amused, Chen Yufeng found a quiet corner and changed into the new outfit.
When he emerged, he was dressed in full ancient attire.
Walking through the streets dressed like this was bound to attract attention, and sure enough, he drew plenty of astonished and mocking glances from passersby.
But he didn’t care.
He planned to buy something new in Ninghai with his own money; spending a whole point in the compass mall just for clothes was a waste.
March was a rainy season.
At that moment, a fine drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Chen Yufeng stood by the roadside trying to hail a ride. Rainwater gradually soaked his clothes, but there was still no sign of a bus heading for Ninghai.
"Meixuan, look over there—a total idiot. He’s so ugly and still trying to cosplay. Does he really think anyone can become dashing just by putting on ancient robes? What an idiot—he’s hopeless!"
"Xiaoying, stop that."
"Oh my god, that shameless guy is dressed as Lin Jingyu from Jun Kai’s drama! It’s an insult to my idol—I can’t stand it! I’ll spray him with orange juice and teach him a lesson."

"Be good now, don’t make a scene. If you keep this up, I won’t bring you out to play next time!"
The voices of two girls drifted over from behind. Despite the car being twenty or thirty meters away, Chen Yufeng’s keen hearing caught every word. They were definitely talking about him.
He glanced back, a plan forming in his mind. "Alright, you’re the ones. I was just looking for a ride!"
Honk honk—
A black BMW SUV sped toward him from behind. Instead of stepping aside, Chen Yufeng waved to flag it down.
The driver hadn’t intended to stop, but the pretty girl in the back seat urged,
"Zijun, stop the car! If I don’t spray that guy with orange juice, I’ll feel terrible all day!"
The car screeched to a halt next to Chen Yufeng. The girl leaned out the window and, without hesitation, sprayed a mouthful of orange juice she’d been saving right at him.
To her surprise, with a flick of his sleeve, the orange juice splashed back all over her own face.
"Ah!"
Unwilling to admit defeat, the girl tried again. This time, she succeeded.
"Hey, you shameless fool, who gave you the nerve to imitate my Jun Kai? Don’t you know your looks are nothing compared to his? A mouthful of orange juice should wake you up!"
She was delighted, grinning in triumph as she flashed two middle fingers at him in utmost disdain.
Seriously, what did she mean by imitating Jun Kai? Was she some crazed fan?
For heaven’s sake, as if he had a choice—it was all the little fairy’s doing!
Chen Yufeng didn’t bother getting angry with a teenage girl. Instead, he glanced inside the car.
The girl was thirteen or fourteen, with a neat student haircut and casual clothes. She was strikingly pretty, her lively eyes shining with spirit. Her cheeks were delicate as carved jade, so fresh and inviting one almost wanted to pinch them.
She looked playful and bright.
Beside her sat an older girl, about eighteen or nineteen, a true beauty with refined features, fair skin, and an air of noble elegance—a young lady from a wealthy family, without doubt.
The driver was a young man of twenty-three or twenty-four, dressed smartly in a suit, his features handsome and his manner polished—a clear success in life.
As the BMW was about to drive off, Chen Yufeng stopped it. The owner, Zhao Zijun, honked and glared at him in anger.
"Kid, do you have a death wish? Get out of the way, now!"