Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 245 Post-War Joy and First Family Reunion

With the dust settled on the battle of Lingyuan Valley, the cultivation world returned to peace, and Zhang Peng was finally able to escape the long strife and embark on his journey home. His heart was filled with longing for his family, and his steps were hurried, his heart yearning to return home.

The moment he stepped into the Qingyun Sect, a familiar aura washed over him, instantly relaxing his tense nerves. He strode towards his residence, and before he even entered, he heard a clear, melodious cry of a baby coming from inside. The sound was like heavenly music, striking straight into his heart.

"Brother Peng!" Su Yao, like a light and agile deer, rushed out of the house first, her eyes sparkling with surprise and excitement, and threw herself into Zhang Peng's arms. She hugged Zhang Peng tightly, as if afraid that he would leave again, her voice slightly choked: "You're finally back. We've been looking forward to you every day these past few days."

Zhang Peng caught Su Yao steadily, hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth and longing she conveyed, and gently comforted her, "I'm back, I won't let you worry anymore."

At this moment, Xia Lijuan also walked out quickly, her eyes full of gentle smiles: "Come in quickly, the children can't wait to see you."

Zhang Peng entered the house, which was filled with a warm atmosphere. Yang Yongli stood to the side and bowed respectfully upon seeing Zhang Peng: "Master, it's wonderful that you've returned safely."

Zhang Peng nodded slightly in acknowledgment, his gaze immediately falling on the baby in the cradle. He unconsciously slowed his pace, approaching gently, as if afraid of disturbing the tiny life.

“Come, hold our son.” Su Yao stepped forward, gently picked up the swaddled baby, and carefully handed him to Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng reached out and gently took the baby in his hands, his movements as tender as if he were holding a rare treasure. He looked down at the pink little face in the swaddling clothes. Zhang Ziyang was waving his little fists, his round eyes wide with curiosity as he looked at the world, making "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds from time to time.

"Ziyang, Dad's back," Zhang Peng murmured softly, his voice filled with the joy and love of becoming a father for the first time. Zhang Ziyang seemed to understand, his little eyes fixed on Zhang Peng, a slight smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

"Look, he's smiling at you." Xia Lijuan smiled and leaned closer, her eyes filled with happiness.

Zhang Peng gently tapped Zhang Ziyang's little nose, his smile deepening: "This child will definitely be as brave as his father in the future."

The three sat together, and Zhang Peng began to recount his thrilling experiences in Lingyuan Valley. From his initial encounter with the mysterious forces to his desperate struggle when he was in dire straits, and finally his last-ditch counterattack at the crucial moment, every detail captivated Su Yao and Xia Lijuan. Sometimes they held their breath in tension, and other times they breathed a sigh of relief for Zhang Peng's escape from danger.

"At that time, the mysterious man's dark power was beyond imagination, and the entire Lingyuan Valley was shrouded in darkness." Zhang Peng recalled the scene with a solemn expression. "But when I thought that you were still waiting for me, I told myself that I absolutely could not lose."

Su Yao held Zhang Peng's hand, her eyes filled with heartache: "I'm so glad you came back safely. No matter what dangers we encounter in the future, we will face them together."

In the days that followed, Zhang Peng devoted himself entirely to family life. Every morning, he would rise early to accompany Su Yao and Xia Lijuan in their martial arts practice in the courtyard, the rising sun casting a warm glow on them. After practice, Zhang Peng would personally cook breakfast for his family. Although busy with cultivation and sect affairs, his culinary skills had become quite impressive; simple ingredients were transformed into delicious dishes in his hands.

After meals, Zhang Peng would take Zhang Ziyang for a walk within the sect. Pointing to the flowers, plants, and trees along the roadside, he patiently taught Zhang Ziyang about the world: "Ziyang, look, this is a spiritual herb, it has healing properties; this is a spiritual tree, it can emit spiritual energy to help with cultivation..." Zhang Ziyang lay in Zhang Peng's arms, his big eyes wide open, curiously looking at everything around him, occasionally waving his little hands as if responding to his father's teachings.

In the evenings, the family would gather around the house, and Zhang Peng would tell Zhang Ziyang legendary stories of the cultivation world, from the heroic deeds of ancient powerful figures to the tales of strange mythical beasts—each story brimming with fantasy. As Zhang Ziyang listened to the stories, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until finally, he drifted off to sleep to Zhang Peng's gentle voice.

In this peaceful and beautiful time, Zhang Peng felt an unprecedented happiness. He knew that this ordinary life was something he had earned through countless battles and struggles, and he cherished every moment with his family even more. He secretly vowed to protect this hard-won happiness.