Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Zhao, Bright And Radiant
Master Qing Yan could tell that Fang Cheng Lang had no thought of rebellion. His mood improved, and he finally asked the question he had prepared long ago.

Fang Cheng Lang was dazed for a moment, then raised his head.

He asked quietly: “If I tell you the truth, will you believe me, Master?”

Master Qing Yan replied: “I will make my own judgment.”

“All right.”

A trace of light flashed through Fang Cheng Lang’s dull eyes.

[Master must have believed my words, that is why he came to ask me.]

[Even if he only believes thirty percent, Ye Cong Xin’s path to Ascension will not be as smooth as in the previous life.]

[The Cultivation World will not become her stepping stone, letting her plunder as she pleases.]

Fang Cheng Lang then told Master Qing Yan everything. He spoke of how he had encountered the Stele of Fate and then fallen into a long dream, describing it all in full detail without leaving out a single thing.

Master Qing Yan nodded to himself in secret.

What Fang Cheng Lang had seen in the dream was almost the same as the memories he had gained from the Otherworldly Soul.

But when Fang Cheng Lang spoke about Yu Zhao’s death, Master Qing Yan’s expression slowly grew heavy.

The memories he had obtained cut off right after “Master Qing Yan” killed Yu Zhao.

He did not know what happened after that. There was no way for him to check if what Fang Cheng Lang said was true or false.

Besides, he did not believe that the vast Cultivation World could be played in circles by Ye Cong Xin alone. As for this so-called Luck Value, he thought it was pure nonsense.

Master Qing Yan stared at him and asked: “Fang Cheng Lang, are you saying all this to slander Little Seven on purpose for Yu Zhao’s sake?”

The light in Fang Cheng Lang’s eyes was snuffed out by Master Qing Yan’s own hand.

[Master still doesn’t believe me.]

[With me here, I won’t be able to kill Ye Cong Xin.]

[So the ending will not change.]

Fang Cheng Lang’s shoulders slumped. He returned to his former lifeless state.

He said in a low voice: “This has nothing to do with Yu Zhao. Please forgive this disciple for speaking frankly, Master.”

Master Qing Yan frowned, forcing down his anger, and continued to ask: “Then have you ever heard the name Shui Qing Yue?”

“Shui Qing Yue?” Fang Cheng Lang first shook his head in confusion.

Then he seemed to remember something and glanced quickly at Master Qing Yan.

Master Qing Yan said coldly: “Speak.”

Fang Cheng Lang weighed his words and said: “In the dream, I seem to have heard this name once.”

“When?”

In Master Qing Yan’s eyes, his expectation was plain to see.

Fang Cheng Lang said, word by word: “It was at Little Six’s funeral. You were looking at Little Six’s cenotaph. You suddenly called out ‘Qing Yue’, then spat blood and fainted.”

Yu Zhao’s funeral had been held after Ye Cong Xin ascended to the Upper Realm.

By then, everyone knew Ye Cong Xin’s wolfish ambition. They also knew they had misunderstood Yu Zhao. To show their repentance, they joined together to hold a funeral for her.

But when Yu Zhao died, no one had collected her body. When they later went to look for her remains, they could not find even a single bone.

They could only place the clothes Yu Zhao had worn into the grave to express their grief.

It was when they erected a stone for Yu Zhao that Master Qing Yan had shown strange behavior.

Master Qing Yan pressed on: “What happened after that? Did I ever mention what relationship I had with her?”

Fang Cheng Lang shook his head. “You never spoke of it.”

Ye Cong Xin had taken away the hope of the Cultivation World. On top of that, Master Qing Yan’s cultivation level had fallen and he no longer had his former glory. So no one took the initiative to ask after him with care anymore.

Master Qing Yan let out a faint sigh.

The trail had broken again.

He said lightly: “Take care of yourself.”

Master Qing Yan did not lift Fang Cheng Lang’s confinement, nor did he insist on sending him to the Black Prison. He left him in his room to reflect on his own.

After all, Fang Cheng Lang was the first disciple he had ever taken in. He did not want Fang Cheng Lang to step onto the wrong path and stain his future.

He was just turning to leave when Fang Cheng Lang’s voice sounded behind him.

“Master, do you still remember why you named Yu Zhao ‘Zhao’ back then?”

Zhao. It means brightness, light, blazing and shining.

The meaning was beautiful and full of blessing.

Master Qing Yan had once looked forward to Yu Zhao’s arrival so much. So why now did he speak such harsh words about her and hate her to the bone?

Fang Cheng Lang bowed his head and knocked it against the floor, begging: “Master, please spare Yu Zhao’s life.”

Bang!

The door of the residence slammed shut.

Fang Cheng Lang knelt in the lightless room. His dark, unclear expression melted into the darkness.

…

“Qing Yan, Master Qing Yan, calm down and speak properly. What are you doing?”

Sect Master Wu Sang had been deep in thought, working out a prescription, when Master Qing Yan suddenly burst in from outside. Without a word, he snatched the Compendium of Elixirs from Wu Sang’s hands.

Sect Master Wu Sang felt this was very strange, but when he saw Master Qing Yan’s face as black as the bottom of a pot, he forced his anger back down.

As an Alchemist with great love in his heart, he did not argue with patients.

Especially patients he could not beat.

Master Qing Yan asked bluntly: “Wu Sang, back then I went out to look for medicine to cure my hidden illness. When I woke up, I was already at Greenwood Sect. Do you know who sent me to Greenwood Sect?”

“Huh?”

Sect Master Wu Sang’s thoughts were still on dosage ratios. He stared blankly for a while before he understood what Master Qing Yan was asking.

He looked at Master Qing Yan in surprise and said: “No one sent you. You walked there yourself.”

Speaking of this, Sect Master Wu Sang became talkative.

“You don’t know this, but when you showed up outside Greenwood Sect’s mountain gate, the disciple on duty was so scared that he hurried to report to the Sect. In the end, Elder Lian and I supported you into Greenwood Sect.

“But at that time, your head injury had acted up. You couldn’t recognize anyone, and even the Spirit Power in your body was broken and unstable. Sometimes it was there, sometimes it was gone.

“After that, I sent word to the Five Elements Dao Sect and invited Wanderer Bao Hua to join in treating you.”

This was the first time Master Qing Yan had heard what he had been like before he lost consciousness.

He had been hurt too badly. All his memories from that period were gone. He only remembered bits and pieces of resting and healing at Greenwood Sect.

He had thought it was the people of Greenwood Sect or Wanderer Bao Hua who had found him by chance and saved him. He had not known that he had gone to Greenwood Sect on his own.

A guess rose up in Master Qing Yan’s mind.

If he had interacted with Shui Qing Yue without knowing it, then it could only have been during the time he went out to seek medicine.

Later, when his head injury flared, he forgot Shui Qing Yue, and also forgot his past with her.

After thinking it through, Master Qing Yan felt an empty sense of loss.

That piece of memory might not be important, but it was still a part of him that was missing.

He asked: “Sect Master Wu Sang, is there any way to recover the memories I lost before?”

“Difficult,” Sect Master Wu Sang answered.

Master Qing Yan’s illness had gotten better in a strange way and worsened in a strange way.

Sect Master Wu Sang had learned his lesson. He did not dare to casually judge Master Qing Yan’s condition anymore.

Master Qing Yan gave him a cold glance and asked: “So you really have no way?”

Sect Master Wu Sang said vaguely: “If you suffer some kind of shock, they might recover. But this method does more harm than good. It cannot be tried lightly.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Qing Yan’s figure vanished from in front of him.

Sect Master Wu Sang held the Compendium of Elixirs that had been thrown back to him and let out a long breath.

He had finally sent the walking plague away.

The older Master Qing Yan got, the stranger his temper became.

Probably only Ji Yuan, that straight-to-the-end, blunt fellow, could endure his bad temper.

Still, why had he suddenly come asking about the time when he had lost his memories?

Sect Master Wu Sang thought for a while, then smacked his own forehead and laughed at himself.

[Whatever Master Qing Yan wants to do has nothing to do with me.]

[It’s better if I hurry and finish working out this pill formula and wait to be remembered through the ages.]