Chapter 38: Dog Thief! You Are Just Dying for Me to Die, Aren't You?

【Just like every mortal, every time he is born, he starts over in a repeating cycle.】

【Is the price of returning to the origin, in fact... to forget everything?】

【"Royal Father, tell me, will he still be able to remember me?" you asked your Royal Father, who traveled across the South Sea every day.】

【"He will not." He said in an unquestionable tone: "A person's life is just like this; if everyone remembered everything, could this Heaven and Earth still have what is called order?"】

【"Eight or nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory. Some people were murdered in their previous lives, some died due to the hardships of life, and some lived a life of toil only to be cursed as a servant. If they could still remember the suffering of their past lives, it would only breed endless resentment."】

【"To die when one should die, and to be able to forget all pain, is perhaps not a bad thing."】

【"If in every reincarnation, everyone could remember their life, how would he face the people he met in these repeated reincarnations, and how would he face the things he owed, the people he failed, the things he missed, and the people he missed?"】

【"So... has he already forgotten me?" you asked plainly.】

【"That is natural; it is a rule no one can escape." Your Royal Father nodded.】

【"It has not forgotten." You picked up that ball of fire which still emitted a faint fluorescence and said: "It is only he who has forgotten."】

【"He will surely remember the deity he once believed in." You spoke again, and as you said this, there was something in your heart that felt uncomfortable, "I do not wish for him to forget me."】

【The matter of being forgotten made her feel displeased; this was the first time since her birth that she had felt a sense of annoyance.】

【"Perhaps he will." Your Royal Father smiled and comforted you, yet in his heart, he knew clearly that there were tens of thousands of such mediocre mortals; they were born in spring like wild grass, and they lived and died like the fleeting appearance of an epiphyllum.】

【Wanting to stand at the same angle as a dragon to look down upon Heaven and Earth is not realistic; it is almost impossible.】

【Royal Father left your palace.】

【You fell into a long-lost state of contemplation, and unknowingly, you ran into him as the tide rose and fell by the sea.】

【One must know that Heaven's mandate cannot be defied.】

【Then, what exactly is Heaven's mandate?】

【Gu Panyu pulled you onto the shore, and he said with a hint of anger just how dangerous the seaside was.】

【You smiled lightly and asked a question you already knew the answer to.】

【You roughly understood that his life had begun once again, and this time, he still did not recognize you.】

【It does not matter.】

【You still recognize him.】

Meanwhile, the yamen of Leping County grew dark, with only a few oil lamps dimly lit, and the entire county town fell into silence.

Gu Jiangming looked at the scene before him and began to operate.

【You followed in their footsteps, gradually advancing toward the depths of Taicang Mountain.】

【After exploring, you finally found an entrance to enter the ruins within Taicang Mountain.】

【You decided to act alone.】

A change of scene; after Gu Jiangming entered the ruins, three or four routes appeared. Why did every cave entrance look like a grave robber's hole?

From the perspective of the axis of symmetry, these entrances felt like they led to roughly the same places, seemingly the work of one person, but Gu Jiangming thought for a moment... they were exploring the ruins of their predecessors here, which did have some similarities to grave robbing.

Oh, actually, that did not quite count. Gu Jiangming pondered for a moment; his group could also be considered cultural relics if calculated by the timeline. If they fell here, they might even be able to be admired by those who came even later.

However, according to this logic, Gu Jiangming belonged to cultural relic protection, because he had to properly preserve these things and leave them for the descendants of ten thousand years later to appreciate again.

【You are lost.】

【By your ears, you vaguely heard the sounds of fighting. You realized that even if this place might have been reached by others first, and cultivators had stepped foot here before them, there might still be some treasures left behind.】

【You thought for a moment and still walked toward the direction where the fighting sounds were loudest.】

【When you arrived at the location, you could not help but gasp. Most of the cultivators who had been acting in a group were lying on the ground, and most were already dead, as if they had been poisoned by some highly toxic substance.】

【You held your position, watched the changes quietly, and tried your best to restrain your own aura.】

【"Virtuous brother truly has great capacity, to have actually tricked so many fellow sect members here; you are worthy of being a high disciple from a famous sect." A person wrapped in a black cloak laughed coldly.】

【"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and hand over the antidote." The other person's expression was gloomy, "Mu Laomo, you are also a person of status; if you dare to break your promise, I, Zhao, will take your life even if it means my entire cultivation is scattered."】

【"Here."】

【A gourd was seen being thrown from the black-clothed person's hand. The other person opened the gourd and immediately took out a medicinal pill, placed it in his mouth, and sat on the ground to refine the medicinal properties.】

【Within his meridians, clusters of Spirit Qi were all stained with a black-purple, viscous color. As he refined it, a smear of scarlet blood spilled from his mouth.】

【"Unfortunately, I do not have capacity."】

【"Zhenyangzi of the Zhenggang Sect is nothing more than this."】

【He raised a palm and landed it on Zhenyangzi's shoulder. The refined medicinal properties and the poison destroyed each other, and combined with this strike, it was enough to kill a person on the spot.】

【But the next second, Zhenyangzi opened his eyes, and Zhenggang Qi surged out from his entire body, "I knew you old demon were ill-intentioned."】

【A sword slashed from bottom to top into Mu Laomo's chest. This sword contained Zhenyangzi's lifelong Unique Learning of the sword. From your perspective, it was just a light that could not be seen clearly falling.】

【Mu Laomo, who thought he was sitting securely in the fishing seat, retreated several steps in the sudden sneak attack, a wound deep enough to see bone appearing on his chest.】

【But Zhenyangzi was clearly at the end of his rope; after this sword, his energy was already at its limit.】

【"I also blame my previous carelessness." A trace of annoyance flashed in Zhenyangzi's eyes, but things had reached this point, and he had no road back.】

【"Heavenly Gang Five Thunders—" Zhenyangzi lifted one hand in the air, and a Thunder Method instantly solidified. This Thunder Method was a must-learn technique of the Zhenggang Sect; he was proficient in it and could cast it with ease.】

【With just a brief accumulation of power, the aftershocks of the Thunder Method shattered the rock walls of the cave deep in the ruins.】

【One sword and one thunder were carried out almost one after the other. Mu Laomo, having suffered this attack, was already like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, so he carefully guarded against this Thunder Method, dodging the fatal blow and only suffering a heavy injury to his left arm.】

【"Outside guest, you do not need to watch the show anymore."】

【"The moment you set foot here, I knew."】

【"Things have reached this point; Zhenyangzi of the Zhenggang Sect only seeks one thing to end his regrets, and that is to have the evil thief of the Corpse Blood Sect before me die here."】

【"I am heavily injured and will not live long. Take his life, and the things on me, the things on him, and everything here will all be yours—"】

【As his words fell, he spat out another arrow of blood, his veins bulging slightly.】

【You were just about to walk out, but you saw a figure appear before you.】

【You secretly rejoiced in your heart that you had not been too hasty, stepped back slightly, and withdrew your footsteps.】

【Blood was already flowing uncontrollably from the corner of Zhenyangzi's mouth down onto his white robes; seeing the newcomer, he exclaimed in surprise, "Junior Sister Wang?"】

And Gu Jiangming, looking at the person who appeared on the screen, likewise opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

He was currently wondering whether every person he encountered in the Reincarnation had a past life, and whether they had a present life.

Wang Qinghe, whom he met seventy years ago, and that second young lady of the Wang family from that Reincarnation with Jiu Jiu several hundred years ago—there seemed to be a faint overlap between them; they had too many similarities in appearance, but Gu Jiangming could not be certain of this matter.

After so many Reincarnation Simulations, Gu Jiangming actually had some trouble remembering faces, if not for the fact that he had now confirmed the Reincarnation of 【Seeking Immortality】 could affect reality.

He had always thought the Reincarnation within 【Seeking Immortality】 was merely a game, having no connection to reality whatsoever.

Now that it was confirmed that things happening in the Reincarnation were things that happened in reality, facing Wang Qinghe, Gu Jiangming felt an inexplicable sense of indebtedness.

Thus, his memory of Wang Qinghe's face became even more profound.

So, at a single glance, Gu Jiangming recognized that the person appearing before him was indeed Wang Qinghe; it was quite possible this was Wang Qinghe's past life from ten thousand years ago.

【The woman wore a set of pale white robes, which at a glance were clearly the usual attire of the Zhenggang Sect. Her appearance was elegant and lovely, and she could truly be called a rare beauty. Furthermore, she exuded a fresh and ethereal temperament, yet what was somewhat strange was that beneath this gentle warmth, one could not hide an air of grace and luxury.】

【She walked up to the severely wounded Mu Laomo, bestowed a sword strike upon him without hesitation, then walked back to Zhenyangzi's side. Wang Qinghe narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Senior Brother, I will not tell the sect about your collusion with Mu Xiangmo that caused our fellow disciples to lose their lives."】

【"The one who killed our fellow disciples was Mu Xiangmo; it has nothing to do with you."】

【Zhenyangzi took a deep breath, his worries finally put to rest, and he said, "Thank you."】

【Having said this, he closed his eyes; his body, still being ravaged by toxins, had long since reached its limit.】

【"Thud—" Zhenyangzi's corpse fell to the ground.】

【Wang Qinghe revealed an expression of unbearable pity, "But if I do not speak of it, how can I face my fellow disciples? I only hope you can rest in peace before you die."】

【"Do not blame me, Senior Brother."】

【You watch all of this silently from the shadows.】

No way.

Gu Jiangming was drenched in cold sweat.

This is already ten thousand years ago, and I can still run into my wife from a past life?

【Seeking Immortality】, you scoundrel, are you just dying for me to die?

It's the end of the month; if you have any spare monthly tickets or recommendation tickets, please give them to this newbie. I kowtow in thanks.

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