Chapter 409: Village Chief, Your Father Has Arrived

Sure enough, it was the same girl from the Sixth Dream with those striking crystal blue eyes.

Who else could it be? There wasn’t anyone else with that kind of power, someone who could tear apart a steel plate or crush a grizzly bear’s head with just one punch. But those piercing blue eyes made it unmistakable.

However...

The blue-eyed girl from the Seventh Dream had been pulled out of her cryo-chamber years ago. She had been living in this world for over a decade now. Calling her a “blue-eyed girl” wasn’t quite right anymore. Perhaps “blue-eyed auntie” would be more appropriate at this point.

Suddenly, everything clicked for Lin Xian.

Smith, the so-called “Big Fool,” and the blue-eyed girl must have been hibernating in the same underground base. Naturally, they had woken up at the same time.

“You and your village chief, Yan—both of you woke up from cryo-sleep around the same time, didn’t you?” Lin Xian asked, trying to confirm his suspicions.

Smith’s eyes widened in shock.

“How do you know everything, kid?!”

“I did wake up about twelve years ago,” Smith explained after a brief pause. “Most of the cryo-chambers in the base were damaged, and the people inside... well, they didn’t make it. Only a handful of us survived, including me and the village chief.”

He sighed deeply, a nostalgic look crossing his face as he continued. “The folks from Big Cat’s Village dug us out. Back then, the village chief was a guy named Chen Heping. He treated us cryo-survivors real well. Once we got used to life in this era, we decided to stay in the village.”

Lin Xian nodded along, piecing the story together.

Smith went on, “After Chen Heping passed away, the villagers respected Yan Qiao Qiao so much that they made her the new village chief. She’s smart and capable, and she always helps around the village. Even Chen Heping’s son supported her, so... she became the new chief.”

So, everything lined up. Big Cat’s Village still existed. “Cat Dad” Chen Heping had passed away, and the role of village chief didn’t get passed down to his son, Big Cat. Instead, the villagers chose the respected Yan Qiao Qiao.

From the moment Smith said “Shit!” back in the rice fields, Lin Xian had suspected something like this. The phrase was clearly something Smith had picked up from Big Cat, and now it seemed the two of them had been living in the same village.

As Smith talked about the village and its chief, pride lit up his face.

“Ha! Bet you don’t know why we call it Big Cat’s Village!” Smith said, clearly expecting to surprise Lin Xian.

But Lin Xian remained calm. “I know,” he said. “It’s because Chen Heping’s son is called Big Cat.”

Smith coughed awkwardly. “Okay... but do you know why Big Cat is called Big Cat?!”

Lin Xian suppressed a laugh. “Yes, when he was born, the whole village—chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, pigs, even the big yellow dog—were all crying his name. Isn’t that how the story goes?”

Smith’s jaw dropped.

“Holy—! Who are you? How do you know so much about our village?”

“I’m just a passerby,” Lin Xian said, trying to sound mysterious.

“Yeah, right...” Smith muttered, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re being real cryptic.”

Lin Xian stopped walking and gave Smith a quick once-over. Smith looked like a foreigner, but he spoke a mishmash of accents from all over X Country. It was strange, to say the least.

“Big Cat’s Village must be an incredible place,” Lin Xian mused aloud. “How come people from all over are living there? Who taught you all those random dialects?”

“The people in the village!” Smith replied proudly, as though it were obvious. “They all speak in their own strange ways. I didn’t know how to speak X Country language at first, so I just learned from them. Now look at me! I’m doing pretty well!”

“You’re not bad at all,” Lin Xian chuckled. “You’ve even picked up the Shandong dialect’s inverted sentence structure. But you’ve got quite the mix going on.”

They shared a laugh, walking deeper into Big Cat’s Village. Smith led Lin Xian toward his house, but before they could reach it, they bumped into a familiar face.

“Smith, you’re back!” A man named Er Zhuzi stepped out from behind a tree, a frown on his face.

“You’re late today. Your wife’s been waiting for you to come home for dinner.”

Smith waved him off with a grin. “I ran into a brother on the way,” he said, motioning toward Lin Xian. “This is my new brother from the fields. He’s a wanderer with nowhere to go, so I figured I’d bring him home for a meal.”

Er Zhuzi narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Lin Xian. After a moment, he snorted.

“Soft skin, pretty face—you’re no good!”

Lin Xian’s friendly expression cooled. “You’ve got a real way with words, don’t you?” he said dryly.

Inwardly, Lin Xian couldn’t help but remember the Sixth Dream, where Er Zhuzi had been chopped to pieces and fed to the dogs. He didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him now.

Er Zhuzi waved a hand, blocking Lin Xian’s path.

“Smith, you can’t bring this guy home!”

“Why not?” Smith asked, confused.

“This kid’s up to no good, I can tell!” Er Zhuzi said, his voice full of suspicion. “I’ve got sharp eyes. I can see right through him! He’s after your wife!”

Lin Xian sighed. Another confrontation? This was getting tiresome.

“Alright, alright,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ll head off. You go home and have dinner, Smith. I won’t bother you tonight.”

Turning to Er Zhuzi, Lin Xian added with a smirk, “I’ll just go to Big Cat’s place. It’s been ages since I had some of his wife’s dumplings. I’ve missed them.”

Er Zhuzi’s face turned a deep shade of green. “I knew it! You’re just like those scoundrels in the old stories—Big Cat’s Village can’t tolerate someone like you!”

Lin Xian raised an eyebrow. “You know about old stories like that? Impressive, your knowledge has grown.”

Smith, trying to defuse the tension, stepped in. “The village library has some old books—classics like the Four Great Novels. The old village chief hand-copied them himself. There aren’t many books besides those, some textbooks, and a few philosophy texts.”

“I see,” Lin Xian said, nodding. “I’ll have to check it out sometime.”

But before Lin Xian could continue, Er Zhuzi interrupted. “Oh, you want to check it out, do you?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “There’s no way you’ll pass the vote. You’re getting kicked out!”

Lin Xian groaned inwardly. Another democracy run by fools. He resigned himself to the inevitable.

Minutes later, Lin Xian found himself inside a warehouse, “arrested” by Er Zhuzi. Inside, a group of men was hard at work, moving sacks of rice and corn onto an electric cart. It was the infamous “Face Gang.”

Er Zhuzi started exaggerating his reasons for bringing Lin Xian in, and the other men—Ah Zhuang and San Pang—listened with mocking grins.

Standing in the middle of the room, Big Cat eyed Lin Xian up and down before sighing.

“Brother, as much as I’d love to help you, we run on democracy here. So whether you stay or not depends on their vote.” He gestured to the other men.

Ah Zhuang shook his head. “This guy cannot stay.”

Er Zhuzi, eyes gleaming with hostility, added, “He’s trying to get close to our sister-in-law! He’s not here for dumplings!”

San Pang, looking smug, also shook his head. “Nope, not a chance.”

As expected, three votes against him.

Lin Xian sighed. Why was it always such a struggle for him to join the Face Gang on his own? If only CC were here. If CC was standing beside him, these three fools would have voted unanimously in his favor. And if Lin Xian admitted his connection to CC, Er Zhuzi would probably turn into his biggest fan overnight.

“Brother, you see how it is,” Big Cat said, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture. “Democracy rules here. With three votes against, I’m afraid you can’t stay in the village.”

Lin Xian raised his right hand, extending a single finger.

“I just need to say one thing,” he said, his voice full of quiet confidence, knowing this single sentence would turn the tide in his favor.

Ever since Smith mentioned the philosophy books in the village library, Lin Xian had already figured out his next move. He raised his gaze and met Big Cat’s clear, innocent eyes. A gust of wind swept through the warehouse, rustling a few corn husks and filling the air with the earthy scent of the fields. Lin Xian’s and Big Cat’s clothing fluttered lightly in the breeze.

Amidst the chorus of cicadas and distant bird calls, Lin Xian spoke, his voice soft but unmistakably clear:

“The cat is ideology; the face is metaphysics.”

He laughed heartily, reaching out to ruffle his daughter’s hair.

“Work hard, my girl! Get a good education, and one day you’ll live in a big city. You’ll have a life even better than what we have here in this little village!”

“I think this place is already perfect,” his daughter said after swallowing her food. “This is my home. It’s where I was born and raised. When I finish my studies, I’ll come back and repay the village... Besides, if I move to a big city, who’s going to take care of you and Mom when you get old?”

“Your brother, of course!” Big Cat pointed to Little Cat, who was busy licking his plate clean.

“Although... this dimwit probably won’t be much help,” he added with a chuckle. “So yeah, he’ll stay here to look after us. You, my girl, you’ve got the potential to go far. Fly as high as you can! Dad will always support you!”

As Lin Xian watched this warm family scene unfold, a strange feeling washed over him.

For Big Cat, this was the best future he could ever hope for.

His daughter was alive and well, his family was whole, and he no longer had to risk his life jumping out of planes or scavenging through garbage dumps. His children were thriving, his wife was kind and beautiful, and Little Cat was already lined up as the future caregiver.

“This is great,” Lin Xian muttered under his breath, half to himself.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a peaceful meal in a dream—one without hidden agendas, where everyone simply enjoyed being together.

It’s true what they say: you don’t know the value of something until it’s gone.

Just like Big Cat’s life right now. Ordinary, maybe, but full of happiness.

Sure, the technology might not be cutting-edge, but the joy wasn’t missing.

“Come on, brother, have a bowl of dumpling soup,” Big Cat said, raising his bowl to clink it against Lin Xian’s.

“I would’ve had a drink with you today, but I’ve got to drive later to deliver goods, so no alcohol for me.”

Lin Xian chuckled, raising his own bowl. “People still get pulled over for drunk driving around here?”

Big Cat looked confused for a second, then laughed. “What nonsense are you talking about?” He gulped down his soup and wiped his mouth.

“It’s not about getting caught—it’s about safety! I don’t drink and drive, and I don’t drive after drinking. I’m the backbone of this family... If something happens to me, what’ll happen to my kids? My wife?”

Big Cat spread his arms wide, a warm smile on his face as he looked at Lin Xian.

“I have to be responsible for my family. They’re my everything! So, what about you, brother? Got a family? Any kids?”

“I... um...” Lin Xian hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, I have a child.”

“A boy or a girl?”

“A girl.”

“Daughters are great!” Big Cat beamed, clearly delighted.

“Daughters are like little cotton jackets—always keeping you warm! You’ve been out wandering for so long... Don’t you miss your daughter?”

Lin Xian’s mind flashed back to the image of Lin Yu Xi tearing off a car door and decapitating her imposter with a single swing.

“Not... really,” he muttered.

“Huh?” Big Cat’s eyes widened in shock.

“What kind of father doesn’t miss his daughter? You’re so cold!”

“It’s not that,” Lin Xian said, putting his chopsticks down and rubbing the space between his thumb and forefinger.

“It’s just that... she’s a bit... mischievous. She’s not exactly like a normal daughter. She’s... loud. Really loud.”

“Haha!” Big Cat waved it off with a laugh. “Every kid’s a handful! The noisier they are, the smarter they’ll turn out to be! Besides, how rowdy can she be?”

Big Cat paused, then burst out laughing again. “What, is she like Chief Yan? Can she crush a bear’s skull with a single punch? Hahahaha!”

Big Cat’s hearty laughter filled the room, and Little Cat joined in, tipping his head back and laughing as well.

“Ha... ha...” Lin Xian chuckled weakly, though the sound felt hollow.

He didn’t really want to laugh, but not joining in seemed awkward.

“Big Brother!”

Ah Zhuang’s voice came from outside the courtyard, cutting through the moment. He stepped through the door, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“Big Brother, the village chief is back from the hunt. Didn’t you say you wanted to introduce this guy to her?”

“Oh, right,” Big Cat said, finishing the last of his dumpling soup. He clapped Lin Xian on the shoulder. “Come on, brother, let’s go meet the village chief.”

...

After a short walk, they reached the area near the warehouse.

From a distance, Lin Xian spotted a tall, athletic young woman. She was strikingly beautiful, though the innocence of youth had long faded from her face, replaced by a confident maturity and undeniable strength.

Her long, black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she wore a tight-fitting hunting outfit. Various weapons and tools hung from her waist, and on her back were a bow and arrows, along with a coiled rope.

Despite living in an era where guns were available, the village chief clearly preferred the raw challenge of hand-to-hand combat.

She had sharp hearing, too. As they approached, she turned her head, her piercing blue eyes locking onto Lin Xian’s. They gleamed like two bright stars in the night.

Big Cat waved energetically. “Chief Yan, this is—”

But before he could finish, the blue-eyed woman strode forward with surprising speed, stopping just a step away from Lin Xian. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in disbelief.

“You... who are you?” she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion.

Without waiting for a response, she reached into her hunting jacket and pulled out a laminated photograph. The name “Yan Qiao Qiao” was written on the back in neat, flowing handwriting.

The photo itself was a family portrait.

In the picture, a man and a woman stood side by side, dressed in royal attire, their arms around each other like a king and queen. In front of them, a little girl stood with her hands lifting her dress in a dainty curtsy, smiling sweetly at the camera.

The blue-eyed woman stared at the photo, then at Lin Xian, her face pale with shock.

She pointed to the man in the picture, whose face was identical to Lin Xian’s.

“Is this... you?”

Lin Xian nodded slowly.

The woman took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she asked, “What... what is your relationship to me?”

Lin Xian took the photo from her hands, studying it closely. The image looked as though it had been taken recently—or maybe 600 years ago. It was hard to say.

After a moment, he exhaled and spoke softly. “You might not believe this, but there’s no point in hiding the truth from you anymore. I’ll tell you everything.”

He glanced at the woman, then back to the photograph.

“If you’re sure this little girl is really you...” He lifted his gaze, meeting her brilliant blue eyes.

“Then I am... your father.”