I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 542: Chapter 542 Tears Dry Fast When You’re Dodging Lightning Bolts

They held each other tightly, as though afraid that the other would disappear the moment they let go.

Lin Feng remained where he was, silently watching the emotional scene unfold before him.

Minutes passed, then hours, yet neither of the two seemed willing to part from the other’s embrace.

Their eyes were filled with tears, but those tears carried joy rather than sorrow.

For a very long time, Lin Feng simply stood there and observed.

He had seen countless things throughout his short life in this xianxia world.

He had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of powerful cultivators, and battles that shook the heavens themselves using his divine sense in the multiverse that he ruled.

Yet somehow, this simple reunion between two lovers moved him more than many of those grand events.

It seemed that love truly was a terrifying force.

He had long known that such things were possible in the cultivation world.

There were countless stories of cultivators crossing thousands of mountains and rivers for a loved one, challenging fate itself, or waiting hundreds and even thousands of years for a single reunion.

Still, knowing something and witnessing it firsthand were entirely different experiences.

Watching the tears in their eyes and the relief on their faces, Lin Feng finally understood why so many people were willing to risk everything for love.

"Love is really overpowered," Lin Feng mused with a sigh.

A faint smile formed on his lips as he watched the tearful reunion. For once, he did not interrupt.

He simply allowed the two lovers to enjoy the precious moment they had fought so hard to reclaim.

A long time later, the two lovers who had been separated by time, fate, life, and death finally pulled away from one another.

Neither wished to let go.

Yet both understood that this reunion could not last forever.

Ye Hanbing’s body had already become increasingly transparent.

The light that formed her figure flickered gently, as though a breeze could scatter it at any moment.

She looked at Meng Hao quietly.

His appearance finally returned to normal, leaving him looking old, small, and wrinkled once more.

The old man before her was no longer the handsome and ambitious young cultivator she once knew.

Time had carved countless wrinkles onto his face. His hair had turned white.

His back had become slightly bent. And yet, in her eyes, he was still the same man.

The same man who had once sworn to spend eternity with her.

The same man who had searched for her relentlessly even after her death.

The same man who had refused to move on despite the passing of countless years.

Tears gathered in her eyes once more.

"I need to go now, Meng Hao," she said softly.

Meng Hao’s body trembled.

Although he had known this moment would come, hearing those words still felt like a knife piercing his heart.

"No..."

His voice was hoarse.

Ye Hanbing smiled gently.

"You silly man."

She reached out and caressed his aged face.

"How many years have you wasted for my sake?"

Meng Hao remained silent. The answer was too many. Far too many. Years had become decades.

Decades had become centuries. Centuries had become millennia.

His entire life had revolved around a single obsession. Finding her. Seeing her again.

Hearing her voice one last time.

Now that his wish had finally been fulfilled, he suddenly felt lost.

What was he supposed to do now? Ye Hanbing seemed to understand his thoughts.

"I want you to live," she said firmly.

Meng Hao looked at her.

"I want you to stop chasing ghosts."

"I want you to stop blaming yourself."

"I want you to stop carrying the burden of the past."

Her voice became softer.

"Live your life, Meng Hao."

"For me."

The old man’s eyes reddened. Ye Hanbing continued.

"Travel the world."

"Make friends."

"Drink good wine."

"Enjoy beautiful scenery."

"Laugh."

"Smile."

"Be happy."

"When the day finally comes that your journey reaches its end, I will be waiting for you on the other side."

A tear rolled down Meng Hao’s cheek.

For countless years he had endured every hardship without shedding a single tear.

Yet now he could no longer hold back his emotions.

Ye Hanbing stepped forward. She wrapped her arms around him one final time.

Meng Hao held her tightly as though he wished to stop time itself.

Unfortunately, even he knew that some things could not be changed.

Not even by love. Not even by obsession. Not even by miracles.

A few moments later, Ye Hanbing gently lifted her head. Their eyes met. Neither spoke.

Words were no longer necessary. Everything that needed to be said had already been said.

Then she kissed him. A simple kiss. A brief kiss. Yet within it was a lifetime of love.

A lifetime of regrets. A lifetime of promises. When they finally separated, Ye Hanbing smiled.

It was the same smile Meng Hao had fallen in love with all those years ago.

"Goodbye, Meng Hao."

Her body began to dissolve. Countless particles of light drifted away from her figure.

They floated upward like stars returning to the heavens.

Meng Hao desperately watched every fragment. He wanted to memorize every detail.

Every smile. Every expression. Every movement. Anything. Everything. Soon, only her face remained.

Then that too disappeared. The chamber became silent.

"Bing’er..."

Meng Hao’s voice was barely audible. He stood motionless. Like a statue.

Like a man whose soul had left his body. No one disturbed him.

A full minute passed. Then another. Eventually, Meng Hao slowly closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath. When he opened them again, something had changed.

The grief remained. The love remained. The memories remained. But the madness was gone.

The obsession that had consumed him for countless years had finally loosened its grip on his heart.

For the first time in ages, there was peace in his eyes.

Lin Feng noticed the change immediately. A faint smile appeared on his face.

With a casual wave of his hand, the frozen flow of time resumed.

The world began moving once more. Bai Qing blinked.

To her, it felt as though only an instant had passed. She looked around in confusion.

"What is happening here?" Her gaze eventually landed on Meng Hao.

"And who is this old man?"