"Where is this?"
Deep within a mountain range, on a stone platform hanging at the side of the mountain peak, Zong Shou looked around, his thoughts were filled with shock.
In the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a person who was looking at the morning glow in the distance.
He was dressed in a cloth shirt, white and clean. His back wasn't very broad but his aura was really majestic, his aura was indiscernible.
However, for some reason, when Zong Shou looked over, he felt that this person was really sad.
"Shou 'er, do you miss your mother?"
"Of course! But father, didn't you say that mother isn't in the Cloud World and can't come back? "
"She isn't in the Cloud World but it isn't like she can't come back!"
That person laughed bitterly but didn't turn around, "In the past, I thought that your mother was already dead but recently I kept thinking about her. Maybe I should try my best to bring her back. My Shou 'er can't always be without mother. "
"Really? Father, you didn't lie to me? Where is mother? Shou 'er wants to go see mother now. "
Zong Shou felt more and more confused. He didn't want to speak but he couldn't help but speak. Moreover, it was really young, like the voice of a six-year-old kid. Especially when the two words' mother 'came out of his mouth, there was actually a bit of fervent anticipation in his chest.
He frowned and thought about it for a moment before coming back to his senses. This should be a fragment of Zong Shou's thirteen years of memories.
The person in front laughed out loud as he turned his head around. His handsome face was filled with heroism and his gaze was really sharp.
"You can follow me to see your mother but you can't be weak. Twenty years, we only need twenty years and we will go and see how strong the Lu Family, who dominates the eight hundred small worlds, is … "
Zong Shou's eyes constricted. Wasn't this person the Blood Maniac Monster Saint that he was familiar with, the Nine Tail Sky Fox?
Before he was able to think about it, the scenes in front of his eyes started to collapse. Zong Shou's consciousness flowed along the memory river. It didn't take long for him to arrive at yet another memory.
This time, it was a spacious drill ground. Beside it were many stone locks and a large number of sabers, spears, swords, and halberds.
His chest and abdomen were breathing heavily. His body also seemed to be enduring intense training, and he was extremely exhausted.
However, there was a stifling feeling in his chest. Boundless unwillingness filled his heart. He hated the unfairness of the world and hated his own body for being so useless.
It was still that middle-aged man. However, at this moment, there was no sharpness in his eyes. Instead, they were filled with heartache and guilt.
"Alright Shou 'er, you haven't opened your Chakra Meridians because you have the Human and Demon Dual Meridians. It's not your fault that you can't practice martial arts. No matter how much he tortured himself, it was useless. Even if he couldn't walk the path of martial cultivation, he could still cultivate soul power, right? In a few days, I will send you to Linhai College … "
His memory was shattered again. When Zong Shou's eyes were filled with countless fragments of images, he gradually pieced together a scene. This time, he was in a narrow corridor.
As Zong Shou walked inside, he could hear countless voices coming from both sides.
"Is this person that trash from Class-B? Using three years and still unable to open up his soul ocean? "
"It's him. I heard that this person is the Prince of Gantian Mountain, the future Monster King …"
"Tsk! The Demon Race had always respected the strong. How would those Gantian Mountain people listen to him? Wouldn't he be dead for sure? "
"What a joke. Since he has no talent, he should leave on his own! He took up a spot and a spiritual land for nothing! "
Different from before, at this moment, within Zong Shou's chest. That unwillingness was getting stronger and stronger. Rage and hatred surged. Apart from all this, there were also threads of despair that filled the bottom of his heart.
Following which, not only Zong Shou's thirteen years of memories, but even the unfairness and hardships he faced in his last life were all dug out.
The sadness of losing his father when he was young. At a young age, he took care of his sick mother alone. Apart from working, he relied on his hard work to get into the highest school in the Donglin Cloud World. However, his spot was snatched away by others, and in the end, he wasn't even able to complete his studies. His mother passed away, and he was all alone.
After which, he worked hard and slowly revealed his talents in the business world. However, he was ostracized by others. He could only fall to working in the library to make ends meet.
Zong Shou giggled as he looked on, like it had nothing to do with him. Then, he waved his hand, and the illusions in front of him dissipated.
When he opened his eyes once more, he heard the sound of the flute continue, still reverberating around. As for Zhao Yanran herself, she seemed to be totally immersed in it, her expression extremely focused.
Zong Shou laughed involuntarily, lazily leaning his back. He actually reclined comfortably under the roof of the carriage.
Then, when the rhythm of the flute changed once more, he used the Pine Pattern Wind Sword in his hand, along with the sword sheath, to lightly knock it beside him.
The sound wasn't loud, but the sound of metal and wood clashing caused the flute to suddenly freeze.
The melancholy intent realm also instantly disappeared.
Zhao Yanran couldn't help but look over with a weird expression. She looked at Zong Shou, who was still awake and smiling. Instinctively, she felt a wave of shock.
Frowning, Zhao Yanran was about to change the tune. Waves of mental energy spread towards the direction of the carriage. However, Zong Shou took the sword and knocked once more. This time, it was really sudden, but it was also just right. It actually messed up her flute music. What little meaning it had left was also gone.
Yin Yang and Chu Xue, who were immersed in their memories, slowly came back to their senses at this moment. Looking at the situation in front of them, they didn't understand. However, in just a short moment, they were all covered in cold sweat, their eyes filled with fear.
Zhao Yanran's eyes were filled with a cold sharpness. Once could be said to be a coincidence, but twice in a row, it definitely couldn't be explained as an accident.
The person in front of her actually had a way to break her Yellow Spring Hades Song.
Before she could think about how to deal with it, the third knock sounded out.
This third time, not only did she feel that her flute music was messed up, but even the internal energy in her body seemed to be unstable. There was also an energy that was stuck in her chest that couldn't be vented.
Zhao Yanran's eyes flashed. She paused for a moment, but still continued to blow out the following notes.
Following which, she saw Zong Shou's lips curl up devilishly. It was the fourth time that he used the sword to knock on the wooden board.
It made it hard for her to continue playing the flute music. The bloodstain on the left side of his chest had expanded by a full circle at this moment.
Her face, which was like a peach blossom, seemed to have turned ashen white.
However, when the coldness in her eyes retreated, she didn't show any annoyance. Instead, that crazed intent was extremely intense.
The teen in front of her who wasn't even of age could actually give her such a surprise!
"Zong Shou, are you really only thirteen? Have you learned music before? My Yellow Spring Hades Song is something that even my few junior sisters can't do anything about. To be able to break free from my song is already extraordinary. To be able to break this song of mine, it is even more impossible for an ordinary cultivator to do so. How can I give up on such an unpolished gem like you? How about this, if you agree. Apart from the twelve illusionary flame lotus seeds, I can also give you three foundation training pills. If you don't agree, I have no way to force you … "
Zong Shou sighed, bitterly rubbing the center of his brows. It seems like this crazy woman really had her eyes on him and wasn't going to let him go.
Just as he was trying his best to think of a way to get rid of this woman. Suddenly, he felt a giant shadow cover him.
When he raised his head to look at the sky, he saw a dragon's silhouette wriggling over from three thousand feet in the sky.
Zong Shou couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. He had waited for a full ten days. This person had finally arrived.
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