Chapter 214: Yu Zhao Also Gained Memories of Her Past Life
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The moment Yu Zhao lost consciousness, the Water Mirror Technique cast by Master Qing Yan on her also failed.
Sect Master Ji Yuan stared at the now pitch-black water mirror and stomped his feet anxiously. “What happened? Qing Yan, are you sure you can handle this?”
They couldn’t hear what was happening inside Yu Zhao’s sea of consciousness, only the words she had spoken before—something about being insignificant and ignored. It didn’t sound promising. Now that the Water Mirror Technique had abruptly disconnected, Sect Master Ji Yuan grew even more worried that Yu Zhao might be facing some insurmountable danger.
Master Qing Yan’s face was equally grim.
Yu Zhao’s true identity hadn’t been revealed yet, and now their carefully laid plans had been interrupted. Was all his effort going to waste, merely serving as a stepping stone for Yu Zhao? He even began to suspect that she had uncovered his manipulations and deliberately severed the connection at this crucial moment.
Of course, few shared Qing Yan’s unique paranoia. Most were genuinely concerned about Yu Zhao’s safety.
Suddenly, a loud splash resounded.
Fang Cheng Lang dragged the unconscious Su Ming to the shore, limping with each step. He carefully laid Su Ming down, confirming that the latter had merely fainted from exhaustion. A faint hint of relief crossed his brows. After feeding Su Ming a restorative pill, Fang Cheng Lang turned his attention to his own injuries. Thankfully, most were superficial and didn’t involve internal damage, allowing him to patch himself up quickly.
An hour later, feeling considerably recovered, Fang Cheng Lang began examining the desolate world they had unexpectedly entered. A stone tablet in the distance immediately drew his attention.
He approached it and looked up at the single, massive character inscribed on it—”Fate.” A deep confusion clouded his gaze.
“What is fate?”
Fang Cheng Lang found himself facing the same enigmatic question that had confronted Yu Zhao. After a brief pause, he cautiously answered, “Fate is the decree of the heavens.”
“Sigh…”
Before he could finish his words, a long sigh echoed within his sea of consciousness. Startled, Fang Cheng Lang stood frozen but tried to compose himself.
“Forget it. Since you can see the Tablet of Fate, you and I are fated. I shall grant you a gift.”
Suddenly, his head throbbed as a flood of chaotic memories surged into his consciousness. Among them, he saw Yu Zhao imprisoned in the Black Prison, stubbornly pleading with him to uphold justice. Another memory revealed Yu Zhao forlornly watching Ye Cong Xin holding a beautiful lantern. Yet another showed him striking down Yu Zhao’s wooden sword with his own blade.
Fang Cheng Lang’s eyes widened in shock.
These were scenes from his dreams—how could they now be embedded into his consciousness? Suppressing his alarm, he continued to watch. The scenes grew more vivid, showing events he had never dreamt of before.
It turned out that the dreams he had were but a small fragment of the countless hardships Yu Zhao had endured. He saw the tragic death of Zhou Jin Yue, which left Sect Master Ji Yuan gravely injured in grief. Left without a protector, Yu Zhao suffered unending humiliation within the sect, only to later be expelled after having her hand broken.
But even then, her tormentors didn’t stop. They spread vicious rumors about her, turning Yu Zhao into a pariah—a scapegoat that everyone condemned, leaving her no peace.
Fang Cheng Lang felt his soul shaken. He couldn’t reconcile the image of the oppressed, submissive Yu Zhao from these visions with the cold, resolute Yu Zhao he knew today. And why would this so-called Tablet of Fate know such detailed events, more than even his own dreams?
A shocking thought flashed through his mind, only for him to forcefully suppress it.
After Yu Zhao exposed Ye Cong Xin’s collusion with demonic entities, she was struck through the heart by Master Qing Yan. Fang Cheng Lang, overwhelmed by grief, also felt a profound sense of absurdity.
Why had no one investigated Yu Zhao’s claims before condemning her so quickly? Even if jealousy had driven her to falsely accuse Ye Cong Xin, death seemed too severe a punishment. The Five Elements Dao Sect, revered as the leading sect in the cultivation world, prided itself on righteous teachings. Yet its disciples acted like hypocrites hiding behind the guise of virtue. Something was terribly wrong—this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Determined to uncover the truth, Fang Cheng Lang pushed himself to keep reading and indeed found anomalies. Yu Zhao, with her exceptional water spirit root and quick comprehension, had progressed rapidly once her foundational weaknesses were resolved. Fang Cheng Lang could understand and accept her achievements. However, Ye Cong Xin, lacking both natural talent and aptitude, had inexplicably surpassed her peers, becoming the first among them to approach the Soul Transformation Stage. Meanwhile, others, like Lan Zi Yu, repeatedly failed to break through, becoming the laughingstock of the cultivation world.
Could the accusations of demonic influence not be baseless after all? Fang Cheng Lang trembled as he uncovered a startling pattern. Anyone who spent time with Ye Cong Xin suffered a drastic decline in fortune, as if cursed. It became clear—Ye Cong Xin was stealing the luck of others.
The revelation left Fang Cheng Lang reeling. Yu Zhao had been right from the start. She had sensed something wrong about Ye Cong Xin and tried desperately to warn them. Instead, they ridiculed her, tormented her, and ultimately killed her. Tears streamed down Fang Cheng Lang’s face as his heart numbed from the pain.
The scenes continued to unfold. Over time, more people began noticing Ye Cong Xin’s abnormalities. But by then, she had replaced Master Qing Yan as the foremost cultivator in the Soul Transformation Stage. When monks from the Harmony Sound Temple sought to subdue her, she annihilated their sect. Standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, Ye Cong Xin no longer hid her true nature. She plundered resources and left devastation in her wake, her power unmatched.
Sect after sect—Green Wood Sect, Heavenly Sword Sect, Aspiration Pavilion—fell before her. No one dared challenge her. The final image showed Ye Cong Xin, carrying countless treasures, breaking through to ascension. The cultivation world was left desolate, its people like walking corpses, drained of vitality and hope.
The anguish was unbearable. Clutching his chest, Fang Cheng Lang collapsed to his knees, his teeth clenched so tightly that his mouth filled with blood. He couldn’t dismiss this as just a prophetic dream. It had to be a glimpse of his past life—a life where he had been played like a fool by Ye Cong Xin, leading to the death of the one who loved him most.
Fang Cheng Lang cursed his past self, wishing he could strangle the fool he once was. Then a thought struck him. “Little Six… At least Little Six is still alive…” His relief was short-lived as his realization sharpened. Until Ye Cong Xin formally joined Lone Moon Peak, events had unfolded exactly as in his past life. Everything changed when Yu Zhao was imprisoned in the Black Prison. This time, she admitted guilt early and was released after just one day. Then, she began distancing herself from her senior brothers and sisters and even saved Zhou Jin Yue from self-destruction during the battle at Dragon Roar Valley.
The evidence was unmistakable—Yu Zhao had regained memories of their past lives too.