CH 052 The Words To Forget Haunts, The Past Will Not Disappear

After teasing his apprentice casually, Ji Yunlai turned his eyes to the coast.

This was the first time he had seen the sea since he came to this world.

For a time, his thoughts were flying.

In his memory, when he first came to this world, he was just a five-year-old child who woke up after nearly drowning, and his family lived in a remote town in the inland of the Central Continent, located next to a tributary of a river. At that time, the fierce beast demons were rampant, the national strength was weakened, and the common people had to rely on big affluent families who had warriors on retainer to survive, and hand over most of the food they grew as payment which wasn't much in the first place. And he had belonged to such a big affluent family consisting of hundreds of people.

Both the men and women in such big families practiced combative arts. Whenever a fierce beast demon invaded, they must go to fight and protect their lands. He heard that his father was chased into the forest by the fierce beast demons while fighting against them, and not even his bones were returned. Hearing the bad news, his mother's health, which was already damaged due to giving birth prematurely, deteriorated and she eventually died. After that, he was brought up by someone in the family to learn combative arts. Although he received little love and care, he was not lacking in food and clothing. At that time, he was addicted to learning the talisman seals and spiritual wards introduced to him by his uncle and attracted a lot of criticism. But after he successfully created the Little Sunflame Ward to dispel the fierce beast demons, the patriarch, his grandfather, gave him all the extra money in the family and let him find his own cultivation path.

At the age of fourteen, he was already considered an adult, and he was very eager to cultivate immortality. After thanking his clan, he carried his belongings and walked towards the road of seeking immortality.

It was only after walking out of the small town that he realized the greatness of heaven and the earth and the difficulty of the immortal path.

After stumbling along the way, it took half a year to reach the Yunshan Sect, which was thousands of miles away—it was also the holy place that the people of Yun State yearned for.

However, he did not get the protagonist template, and his physique of four spiritual roots resulted in a direct rejection.

He stayed in Xiaofang City at the foot of the sect mountain for a year and a half. He encountered all kinds of rights and wrongs on the way, and escaped death many times when hunting fierce beast demons. He tried his best to save money to buy a talisman seal dictionary while worrying about the rogue cultivators who stole and robbed others unscrupulously…

At that time, he really wanted to travel around and have a look at this new world. He heard that the Southern Sea was full of impressive waves, the mountains of the Eastern Continent were like ladders that reached the heavens, and the snow flew for thousands of miles in the Northern Continent. He heard that the four major academies in the Central Continent were connected to the sacred land of the major sects, which was the place where countless cultivators yearned for.

But he could only think about it. Along the way, the fierce beast demons, rogue and demonic cultivators, encountering any of them was always a disaster. Listening to the stories of those cultivators from the major sects felt like listening to myths.

Then… he reached the skies in a single step and woke up on Kun-Lai Mountain's summit.

It had been a while now, and he had determined that he did not transmigrate again to a thousand years in the future, but that he just lost his memory after living a millennium already.

After all, the choices he encountered were all natural. If it was his sixteen-year-old self, he would have never killed anyone so casually, even if it was to save Xiao Qing.

This should be his biggest change.

***

"Master, you have been watching the sea for a long time." Feng Qingxiu whispered, "It's getting dark."

Ji Yunlai took back his thoughts and nodded: "You go back first, I'll stay for a while longer."

Feng Qingxiu nodded and saw that his master wanted to be alone, so he respectfully retreated and left.

Ji Yunlai stepped out and appeared on Sword Contemplation Cliff.

There were many Kun-Lai disciples sitting on the pine trees on the cliffs by the sea, listening to the sound of the sword energy.

He naturally also heard countless ringing of sword energy, and even knew that this sword was the Supreme Ninth Heaven Calamity Sword, and making this sword strike cost at least 80% of his spiritual essence.

And the endless thundering roars among the sword energy was the result of the thunder he borrowed from the tribulation of the heavens after he changed heaven and earth to once again make a second sword strike.

Rumor had it that he cut through the main mountain vein with a single sword strike, but how could that be possible, he was not a god. He had at the very least slashed out a hundred sword strikes here, but the speed was too fast, flashing by in a single moment to make people think that he had only released one sword strike.

And now sitting here, he instinctively felt the pain—this kind of pain in the divine consciousness, he couldn't imagine how painful it had been when the Myriad Tribulations descended on him, such that it left the echo of pain in his soul even now.

The sword intent left behind had not subsided even after hundreds of years, and he was afraid that the cutting and opening up of the mountain was not as easy as imagined.

"The third section of Kun-Lai Mountain, the mouth of Haijing, the Sword Contemplation Cliff." Not far away, a Kun-Lai disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage carved his name at the foot of the mountain and picked up a rock as a souvenir, "Let's go, don't be discovered."

"I want to leave Feng Qingxiu's name. I wonder if the elders who don't allow us to leave our names will trouble him instead?" A disciple was eager to try.

"Don't fool around, if they check the handwriting and find out we'll be dead, let's go already, I don't want to be found out," the disciple next to him pulled him away, "It feels quite exciting though."

"That's right. It's a pity that I can't leave a name. Those people from the Mountain Patrol Bureau are really too strict."

Ji Yunlai laughed involuntarily.

The world had really changed. He did not expect that after a thousand years, some people would also take pride and feel honored to commemorate the traces left by him.

His eyes turned and landed on the bottom of the cliff.

A transparent and huge jellyfish floated quietly under the water, silently letting countless disciples walk through its tentacles, just quietly feeling the sword intent around them.

It seemed to sense Ji Yunlai's gaze, and it floated out of the water like a ghost, landed next to him and turned into a handsome man with a high nose and deep eyes who bowed to him.

"Shui Wusi of the Western Sea, pays respects to the Xing Dao Master."

Ji Yunlai didn't speak, Shui Wusi, the King Consort of Great Yan, the Spirit Demon King of the Western Sea?

"Coming here, have you changed your mind?" the man asked calmly.

Change my mind about what? Ji Yunlai was unable to speak.

"The final attribution of Great Xuan's fortune was on Li Xianjing. It wasn't on the High Priest or others. They are also investigating. I already found some clues back then, but you didn't want to pursue the matter any more." Shui Wusi's deep ocean blue eyes stared at him, "You don't care about Great Xuan's hidden treasury, the same is true for the sea clans, it's only because of the favor we owe you, and we only found one Abyss Snail twenty years ago… although I don't know who you want to protect in their reincarnation. But then you retreated into Seclusion until now, I imagine it was due to suffering from the reincarnation matter."

"..." Ji Yunlai was speechless.

"No one from the sea clans disclosed what happened back then, this trivial matter is still possible to be guaranteed." Shui Wusi sighed, "The Ruins are too dangerous, finding the Abyss Snail has exhausted the material resources of our Western Sea clans, if you want another we are unable to produce it again. If you really want that person to be reincarnated, you might as well try Great Xuan's Three Lives Three Worlds Divine Codex, they don't have to be reincarnated as a human."

Ji Yunlai finally understood a little bit. It seemed that twenty years ago, he had asked the Western Sea clans for a treasure called the Abyss Snail to protect someone's soul in reincarnation, but they seemed to be unable to find more than one, so this person suggested that he look for and try Great Xuan's method instead.

But he should have solved the problem himself already. After all, he cleared his memory with such carefree unrestraint.

"If you have nothing else to ask of me, Shui Wusi shall take my leave." The man took a step back before turning around and leaving.

***

When Yuan Lie took Ying Qingxiao out of the flying peak, the young man was very silent.

"I took a look at the ward guarding your cell and I remembered how to disassemble it immediately," Yuan Lie said calmly, "I have watched tonight's fortune, and the others will not be at the flying peak for the time being. You are also a mortal, and there are so many mortals on the peak which is why I can take you out. They also don’t place much importance on you. Tonight, when the tracking seals on your body failed they were not replenished in time. That’s why I could release you from your imprisonment. This is the only chance, and I will only send you off here."

Ying Qingxiao clenched his fingers and whispered, "Yuan Lie, come with me."

He had been running the Lost Pearl Society for many years, and naturally he had been to Haijing. He knew that as long as he got on a whale ship in Haijing, the sky and land was vast and there was almost no possibility of being caught again.

The maritime transport here was extremely prosperous. In order to travel the ocean over a long period of time, many sea spirit demons were employed to escort the ships. A single route was decades long. In order to transport goods and people, the ships were made out of enormous whale bones. The people of Haijing used their lives to map out and connect the hundreds of thousands of miles that made up the route. Once making the sea trip, there would be sea spirit demons leading out of the harbor and straight into the sea. The ship would then be difficult to find, no one or creature was allowed to get on the ship to make trouble.

And it was as good as impossible to find an ordinary person like him among countless people, unless of course he met the Master of Kun-Lai once again.

"I can't go." Yuan Lie shook his head and turned to leave, "The ship will leave in a moment, you should have a way to get on it."

"Ah Lie!" Ying Qingxiao grabbed his wrist tightly, "think about your mother, she is still waiting for you, what will she do if you leave. I know you always wanted to go to Kun-Lai, but you let me go, and they won't forgive you."

"You actually remember my mother?" Yuan Lie glanced at him indifferently, "Who she misses most in her heart is you, and what she hopes most is that I enter Kun-Lai and have you come back to her. That's why I let you go, If you're dead, she won't be able to continue living."

"If you die, will she be able to continue living?"

"Then why do you still insist on seeking death?" Yuan Lie asked him coldly, "So many have been unable to go to Kun-Lai, yet you can't stand it? Do you think that by abandoning us, and having me take my mother's surname you could cut away your familial ties? Do you know how many people have been surveilling me over the years?"

"You don't understand…" Ying Qingxiao whispered, "It's not just this reason."

"En, so go." Yuan Lie shook his head, pulled his hand away, and turned to leave.

"Yuan Lie," Ying Qingxiao sighed, "I don't have to leave, as long as I reveal the backers of the Lost Pearl Society, there is still a chance to save my life."

"What you are going to say is a plot, I saw your fortune, you can't deceive the person you want to deceive." Yuan Lie shook his head, "Go, don't cause me anymore trouble."

"What if I say, I am a blood relative of the Master of Kun-Lai in my past life?" Ying Qingxiao whispered, "Do you think I still have a chance?"

"Who told you that?" Yuan Lie stopped and turned to ask him.

"It doesn't matter who told me, I really am, I remember some things from my previous life..." Ying Qingxiao's voice suddenly halted, and he looked at his son in disbelief.

Yuan Lie silently let go of the sharp blade in his hand and watched him fall before he said softly, "Remembering your previous life, is that so amazing?"

He didn't want to remember his previous life at all.

He didn't want to remember the days when he used to be called Li Xianjing.