“Who is this person you mentioned knowing?”
“Could it be, my lord, that you’ve recalled something?” The leader of the Red Robe Holy Land asked, her expression tinged with excitement.
“No, my memories are still fragmented. I can’t fully recall this person, just a vague impression.”
“But I’m certain the person in my memory isn’t called Shura,” the figure said.
“I see.”
Hearing this, the leader of the Red Robe Holy Land showed a trace of disappointment.
“By the way, Xiu’er, have you found the monk I asked you to look for?” the figure asked.
“Your subordinate is useless and has failed to locate the person you mentioned,” the leader said, her face full of shame.
“No matter. Once I recover, I’ll find him myself.”
“But Xiu’er, you’ve worked hard these days,” the figure said.
“My lord, don’t say that. You saved my life. Though I’m now the leader of the Red Robe Holy Land, in my heart, I’ll always be a member of the Samsara Sect,” she replied.
“When the Samsara Sect fell to ruin and everyone fled, abandoning my father’s grand plan, you were the only one who remembered it. For that alone, your loyalty is unmatched, not to mention the effort you’ve put in for me.”
“If I can fully master the Power of Samsara this time and attain the legendary Samsara Divine Body, you’ll be the greatest contributor,” the figure said.
“My lord, please don’t say that. I’m incompetent, unable to even find you, causing you so much suffering.”
“And in the end, you had to recover your memories and come find me yourself.”
“I’m useless, truly deserving of death.”
At this, the leader of the Red Robe Holy Land knelt with a thud.
“Xiu’er, get up.”
A hand emerged from the darkness, helping her to her feet.
Though the voice was old and frail, the hand was surprisingly youthful, like that of a young girl.
As the figure reached out, the leader quickly stood, knowing her lord was weak and not wanting her to expend energy.
“Xiu’er, don’t blame yourself. The vast Martial Cultivation World is immense, and the array back then went awry, sending me to another world.”
“With the Martial Cultivation World so vast, it’s normal you couldn’t find me.”
“Besides, since I didn’t end up in the intended world, the plan likely failed, so it’s not your fault.”
“Let’s not dwell on the past. Is everything prepared now?” the figure asked.
“My lord, everything is ready. When would you like to begin?” the leader asked.
“Since it’s all set, let’s start now,” the figure replied.
“Very well, but my lord, the process will be painful. Please prepare yourself,” the leader cautioned.
“Painful?”
“Hah… mere physical pain is nothing compared to the heartache I endured back then.”
At the mention of pain, the figure let out a scornful laugh.
Hearing it, the leader’s face showed heartache.
She knew well the agony her lord had suffered.
“Xiu’er, though I’ve recovered my past memories, I’ve lost some later ones. I don’t know when I’ll recall them.”
“But I sense those later memories are crucial to me.”
“So, for this fusion, did you prepare the memory restoration item I asked for?” the figure suddenly asked.
“Rest assured, my lord, it’s all prepared,” the leader replied.
“Then let’s begin,” the figure said.
…
After parting with Yin Zhuanghong, Chu Feng headed straight for Elephant Mountain Valley.
As the Red Robe Holy Land leader had said, though Elephant Mountain Valley was remote, using an ancient teleportation array, he arrived in just a few days.
However, the array was still some distance from the valley.
Unfamiliar with the area and wary of the strange yet powerful Cloud Spirit Clan guarding it, Chu Feng didn’t dare approach rashly.
So, he decided to gather information.
Nearby was a place called White Robe Nunnery.
It was a temple inhabited solely by nuns.
Out of courtesy, Chu Feng didn’t fly directly into the nunnery. Instead, he landed at the mountain’s base and climbed step by step, reaching the gate.
*Knock, knock, knock—*
After knocking, a nun promptly greeted him.
Initially wary, she relaxed after some conversation and began answering Chu Feng’s questions more openly.
“Benefactor, are you headed to Elephant Mountain Valley?” the nun asked.
“Yes, but I’ve heard the Cloud Spirit Clan guards it. Is it feasible for me to go?” Chu Feng asked.
“Elephant Mountain Valley is open to outsiders, so you can certainly go.”
“But may I ask, is your purpose the spiritual spring water?” the nun inquired.
“Exactly,” Chu Feng replied.
“If it’s for the spiritual spring water, I’d advise you to turn back,” the nun said.
“Why?” Chu Feng asked, puzzled.
“You’ve likely heard that the source of the spiritual spring water has developed cracks.”
“And the Cloud Spirit Clan’s chief declared that whoever finds the source can claim it.”
“Now, many nearby experts have flocked to Elephant Mountain Valley upon hearing this, and conflict is inevitable.”
“Your cultivation doesn’t seem strong, so I suggest you avoid this trouble to save your life,” the nun said, her gaze carrying a hint of disdain.
“Hah, I’m being underestimated.”
Facing her look, Chu Feng let out a chuckle, not angry but inwardly delighted.
What a coincidence!
Chu Feng had come for the spiritual spring water, arriving just as its source had cracked.
And the strange, powerful Cloud Spirit Clan had declared that whoever found the source could have it.
This was practically heaven helping Chu Feng!
