When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Soon, everyone sat down in the bamboo grove courtyard.

When Chu Xianlan saw the witch doctor, she couldn't help but recall what he had said yesterday. Upon suddenly learning the truth, she couldn't help but feel complicated.

He... shouldn't have had any spiritual roots.

I had only ever heard of cases where young children had their spiritual roots removed, and I always thought that was the cruelest thing in the world. I never thought that one day it would happen to me.

But knowing the witch doctor must have something to say, he perked up and said, "Senior, please tell me my situation in detail."

The witch doctor spoke slowly and deliberately, still holding the same view as yesterday. She believed that Chu Xianlan was able to cultivate because the spiritual power borrowed from the spirits of heaven and earth within his body provided the foundation for his cultivation.

The reason I fainted yesterday may be because I was overly stimulated.

Fortunately, his health was not affected.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Shengsheng, who was standing nearby, was extremely saddened after hearing about this.

The little girl pouted, on the verge of tears, which made Chu Xianlan both amused and exasperated.

He handed Xiao Shengsheng a handkerchief and gently comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright. See, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"Waaah!" Xiao Shengsheng blew his nose loudly.

The witch doctor was somewhat surprised by what he saw.

Ordinary people would likely complain and weep if they encountered this, and I thought Chu Xianlan would be depressed for a long time, but I didn't expect... such a young man's character is so resilient.

Yi Chen lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew his disciple's personality and knew that Chu Xianlan was not that fragile.

Even so, a thought still arose in Yi Chen's mind.

This thought had existed before, but now it became clearer—if he could have come to Chu Xianlan's side earlier, he wouldn't have had to go through those turbulent days.

They wouldn't have to struggle in gambling dens, their spiritual roots wouldn't be stolen, they wouldn't be involved in these complicated matters, and they wouldn't suffer any grievances or harm.

"No need to call me senior, just call me Linlang." The witch doctor felt a surge of appreciation, her voice gentle. "Young Fellow Daoist Chu, do you still remember your childhood experiences?"

"I have no memory of anything before I was five years old."

Linlang wasn't surprised and nodded, saying, "There are generally a few reasons for memory loss, the most common being severe damage to the sea of ​​consciousness and being subject to deliberate restrictions."

Those whose consciousness is damaged are often mentally impaired, dull-witted, and confused, not even knowing who they are. Therefore, this possibility can be ruled out for now.

"So I was placed under a restriction?" Chu Xianlan frowned.

"If that's the case... in theory, the existence of the restriction should be detectable. After you fell unconscious yesterday, I carefully examined your body and found no trace of any restriction."

Chu Xianlan was stunned.

So how exactly did he lose his memory?

Linlang sighed, "Your experiences before the age of five must be the key to the destruction of your spiritual root. As long as you can find that memory, you will know who damaged your spiritual root and what you have been through."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Chen asked, "How can we find it?"

His tone was icy, chilling the entire courtyard. Even the boat, unmoored, trembled at its master's emotional fluctuations, radiating murderous intent.

This attitude, as if its sore spot had been touched, startled the witch doctor. She had been able to sense the subtle atmosphere between the master and disciple since yesterday. It seemed that when Chu Xianlan was unconscious, Yi Chen was also anxious, wishing he could take all the hardships for her.

Speaking of which, this combination of a master being a half-demon and a disciple being a human...

I've never seen that before.

No, wait, there seem to be a few such couples in Peach Blossom Spring.

The witch doctor paused slightly, "Hmm? I hadn't thought of it that way before, so their relationship is actually..."

Realizing she had misunderstood, she regained her composure and said seriously, "This is just my guess. Since you already have four spirits of heaven and earth around you, why not try to find the last one? It might help you recover your memories."

When this was mentioned, Chu Xianlan looked puzzled.

"But senior, I have never sensed the presence of the Golden Spirit."

The spirits of heaven and earth exist in similar forms in the world. Flame spirits, flower spirits, and snow spirits can all transform into the appearance of children and also possess a kind of original form.

Flower Spirit is an ancient peach tree, Snow Spirit is a small ice crystal, and Flame Spirit is a wild horse.

Where did Jin Ling go?

Hua Ling tilted her head and said, "Isn't that simple? Jin Ling lent you his power when you were little, but he didn't stay by your side."

"Do you know Jin Lingyao?" Chu Xianlan poked her head.

"Hey, hey, don't poke me!"

Hua Ling covered her head and hid behind him, glaring at him in protest, "I don't know you! We each live our own lives, we don't care about each other, we have a good sense of boundaries, okay?"

"However, if Jinling is willing to show herself, I'm sure I can recognize her," Hualing said proudly, hands on her hips.

"Handsome brother, I'm so envious of you. These spirits of heaven and earth are all so talented, and they speak so sweetly. I also want the little flower fairy to stay and play with me every day." Xiao Shengsheng rested her chin on her hand, blinking her big eyes.

Hua Ling felt a chill run down her spine and dared not accompany him.

Kids in this age group have so much energy, it's scary!

Chu Xianlan stared at Xiao Shengsheng's wiggling, furry ears, and then remembered his good brother whom he hadn't seen in a long time. He asked, "Where's your brother?"

At this moment, Xiao Huandu felt as if he were kneeling on pins and needles.

A man dressed in red with dark hair sat in front of him.

The person's appearance was extremely beautiful, with narrow eyes that were slightly upturned, giving her a sharp and fierce beauty. If she were to be compared to a flower, she would be a dazzling peach blossom.

Xiao Huandu opened his mouth: "Master..."

"Kneel properly."

"..."

Xiao Huandu knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe. Heaven knows why his master would find Peach Blossom Spring and come directly to his door! His mind was a complete mess, and he quickly glanced at Wei Jin, who was sitting and drinking tea.

Anyway...

I'm so happy to be able to see my master again.

The wolf's tail started swinging uncontrollably, left and right.

Xiao Huandu knelt there anxiously and happily for another half hour, constantly observing Wei Jin's expression, staring intently until his knees were almost numb, before finally asking in a flattering tone:

"Master, why did you come to...find me?" The last syllable of the question was curled up.

Wei Jin remained silent for a long time, and the atmosphere became tense.

After a long pause, Wei Jin said in a sinister tone, "Of course, I'm here to cause you... trouble."

"?" Is there really such a good thing?

Wei Jin gritted his teeth, unable to bear it any longer, and angrily threw something on the ground: "Xiao Huandu, what kind of rubbish did you make the scholars of Xing Le Sect write? My reputation is completely ruined! Don't you know that?!"

Xiao Huandu stared intently at it.

It was a record of my observations written in a wild and unrestrained style.

The inscription reads: Xiao Huandu, a direct disciple of the Xingjin Pavilion of the Taiyi Sect, has committed an act of insubordination, falling deeply in love with his master, the Immortal Lord Zhaoming, Wei Jin, to the point of madness! His heart will not die, his love will not perish, and he will not rest until death!

Even if he is condemned by thousands, even if he is despised by ten thousand, even if heaven and earth cannot tolerate him, even if both worlds condemn him—he will still love, he will still love even in death, he will not be happy if he does not love to the end!

Fellow Daoist Xiao once boasted, "Excuse me, but my master is my wife, and my wife is my master! What's there to hide? What's there to be afraid of?"

The world laughs at his madness, but he laughs at the world's inability to see through things!

Signed, Nidie.

Xiao Huandu: "…………"