Chapter 57: with translation of chapter title

Feng Yan stared blankly at the class teacher, unable to speak for a moment; after a while, his face showed an expression of relief.

The class teacher felt strange, he tried hard to appear stern, saying: "What, you don't even recognize your own teacher?"

Feng Yan smiled, holding the Black Sword, step by step approached the class teacher; the class teacher smiled, thinking he had succeeded, he opened his arms as if to hug Feng Yan; actually he didn't know how much the person before him hated his face; he still made a mistake, only hearing a puff, the Black Sword had already pierced his body; the so-called class teacher still felt very puzzled, asking: "Why?"

Feng Yan smiled, saying: "Your transformation is very exquisite, but you made a big mistake, transforming into the thing I hate most!"

Feng Yan pulled the Black Sword from the class teacher's body; the blood on the ground slowly flowed back into the class teacher's body; Feng Yan felt greatly surprised, shouting: "How is this possible! Could it be? Could it be you! You, the bane of the Dwarf Tribe!"

Blood slowly flowed, slowly accumulated, turning into a familiar face; that was the courage lost by the Dwarves, also the one who made them feel fearful, or rather it was the devil's incarnation; the blood night slowly turned into a garment, worn on the class teacher's body, then the face changed into another, that was exactly the Red-clothed Devil.

Feng Yan widened his eyes, an expression of disbelief, muttering softly to himself: "Like this? Why is it like this?"

"Isn't that hard to believe?" the Red-clothed Devil said, seeing Feng Yan's appearance, laughing and continuing: "Because I was never human."

"Not human?" Feng Yan thought: "Then let's try."

The Red-clothed Devil smiled, looking pleased, but seeing Feng Yan step by step approaching with the Black Sword in hand, he also panicked, stepping back while shouting: "What are you preparing to do? I ……"

Feng Yan's face grim, holding the sword, step by step walked toward the Red-clothed Devil; the Red-clothed Devil had never seen such Feng Yan, he began to feel afraid; although last time he had bound Wang You, but that time it was only the Black Sword that saved that woman; the person before him seemed no longer human; his whole body was enveloped by killing intent, making him look like a war-born demon god from ancient times.

"Feng Yan, it's me, it's me Wang Tingwan, I like you." The person before him was another, a girl Feng Yan liked immensely.

With a clang, the Black Long Sword fell to the ground; Feng Yan stopped at those words, began walking step by step toward the girl; he knew it was false, an illusion, yet he still held onto that faint hope, walking toward the girl until only a step away, he stopped, smiled, and happily said: "Is it so? I knew you liked me, but you are not her!"

After saying that, the Black Long Sword returned to his hand, directly stabbing toward Wang Tingwan's chest! With a puff, Feng Yan pulled out the Black Sword, red blood spurted out; Wang Tingwan fell to the ground; that was only an instant, but in Feng Yan's eyes, the person before him slowly collapsed, heavily hitting the ground, blood staining the ground beneath; Feng Yan wiped the blood that had splashed onto his face when pulling out the Black Sword with his sleeve, coldly saying: "You are not her, you are merely a poor imitation!"

"Why, this contradicts the information of adventurer Yang Xin!" the Red-clothed Devil said weakly, his words having just fallen, he immediately breathed his last.

Feng Yan sighed, his eyes showing a hint of sorrow, then disappeared; then, as if answering the Red-clothed Devil's question, he said: "You, perhaps you don't know, having emotions is good for humans, but emotions are also fragile, let alone love; as for me, I don't understand love either, and I can't tell what is liking and what is love; people always confuse the two, why is that? But they themselves probably can't answer it either."

After saying that, Feng Yan walked to the corpse, kicked it into the abyss with one foot, then lay down on the ground, looking at the dark surroundings; he didn't know where Chen Hao and the others were; after that, several people fell underground, and he encountered this again, his heart couldn't help but worry, then he said: "Chen Hao, if you were still alive and I were still in the game, then where should we start next? Isn't there a place without such perverts? I hope it's the land of the giants."

After saying that, Feng Yan felt his eyes growing heavier; he knew he couldn't just fall asleep like that, yet he still closed his eyes.

"How could that be? But it's fine, he has already entered another mirror; I see, how will you break this time!" the Red-clothed Devil shouted in surprise, meanwhile turning his head to look at the other three people, the corners of his mouth slightly turning up, revealing a strange smile; he knew they could obtain the treasure, but here it was the Li State, so the king could not possibly fulfill his promises to several adventurers, because this is the Li State.

In the golden paulownia forest, the Dwarves had experienced a fierce battle; they drove away the Li State soldiers who had captured them for profit; bodies lay scattered across the ground, blood staining the land, even the river water showed a faint reddish hue; the Dwarves watched the Li State soldiers retreat in disarray, dragging back the unconscious adventurer.

"Chief? This adventurer has already suffered grave injuries!" a soldier reported.

"The adventurer's vitality is not something we can gauge; take him down and care for him properly." the Chief answered the soldier, simultaneously ordering the soldiers to carry him down.

Jin Meng suffered some minor wounds; a soldier slashed his left rib, though it didn't break the bone, the wound was deep; basically any movement would reopen it, causing red blood to flow; the setting sun slowly fell, reddening the surrounding clouds; Jin Meng touched his money pouch, the familiar feeling still there, he finally breathed a sigh of relief; he trudged to a tree, held his wound, leaned against the book and lay down, saying: "Everything is false; profit is the Li State king's best ally."

Lin Xiyan watched this fierce battle; she realized the Li State had also begun to act; she slowly walked up to Jin Meng; Jin Meng saw her coming, also nodded, preparing to rise; Lin Xiyan gestured for him not to move, then said: "The battle here has begun; then, are they also already in the Li State's treasure?"

"Yes, they have already gone." Jin Meng replied.

"Then, will they go smoothly?" Wang Tingwan asked.

What is before him, is it Feng Yan's own memory? Yes, it's an electric fan, the thing whirring with a huffing sound; the young couple's baby in their arms emitted a whimpering cry; the man's beard was disheveled, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of years, looking also very stern; the woman's baby in her arms dared not look at the man, turning fearful eyes toward his mother, then burying his little head deep in her bosom.

The man wanted the baby in the woman's hands, but as soon as the child reached the man's arms he began to cry loudly; the woman had no choice, so she took him back, gently rocking him back and forth, softly singing a lullaby; the infant gradually stopped crying and slowly fell asleep.

"Look!" the woman said to the man, "This child is afraid of wind; what name should we give him?"

The man thought for a moment, then said: "Let's call him Yan; his full name is Feng Yan, meaning the wind can speak."

"You naming is really arbitrary." the woman laughed and said.

"Otherwise? What should we change his fate to?" the man countered.

"Just like this; a name is just a designation." the woman replied.

Hearing that familiar sound, Feng Yan nearly teared up; he strained to restrain himself, not letting his emotions run wild; he thought: "Is this a dream? Why is this dream so real! Let me not wake again."

He slowly walked over, seeing the woman's baby in her arms continually growing; finally, the man and woman began Feng Yan's first argument as recorded; they neither yielded; the child just stood there watching, not knowing what to say; as for the purpose of the argument, perhaps it was because the child's age had reached school age; the two quarreled over the child's schooling, one wanting to stay in the city, the other wanting to return to the hometown.

The man said: "Let's return to the hometown; tuition is cheaper there; here we cannot afford the tuition."

The woman flatly refused: "How many kids does Mom already have at home? Should we bring another to her? Can she handle it?"

Feng Yan lowered his head; he knew that was his own parents; he no longer wanted to look; he clearly understood what happened afterward: he was sent back to his hometown, left in his grandmother's care; later his grandfather left the house due to some matters; afterward, the children in the household gradually grew up, some because his paternal uncle returned to the hometown and took his cousins away, leaving only Feng Yan in that home; later Feng Yan went to high school, the household had only his grandmother left, accompanying her only an old dog.

"How about it? Adventurer Feng Yan, tell me, what is your thought?" a voice came, posing the question to Feng Yan.

"Great, it's possible, I actually saw my memory!" Feng Yan replied, his words full of surprise.

"Then, if I give you enough wealth, would you give up your identity as an adventurer?" the voice seemed to propose a deal with Feng Yan.

"Impossible, do you think I'm the kind of person who can be bought with wealth?" Feng Yan asked.

"It seems there's no need to talk anymore." the voice turned cold, simultaneously withdrawing the scenes of Feng Yan's memory around him.

Feng Yan watched the surroundings turn dark again, then looked down into the abyss; the Red-clothed Devil appeared once more; at that moment, his body emitted a blinding white light; Feng Yan was stabbed by the light and could not open his eyes; after the light faded, Feng Yan awoke from the ground.

He touched the corner of his eye; it was wet, as if he had just cried; Feng Yan smiled and said: "Yes, that was my own memory; how could I not cry?"

Boom—, a place emitted a sound; Feng Yan followed the sound and saw that the stone gate had opened, inside flashing golden light; Feng Yan went toward the light and discovered a small part of the treasure.

"But, it shouldn't be this little, right?" Feng Yan said doubtfully.