Chapter 131: Sister Yi and Lost Memories
He Jianzhu’s icy fingertip pressed against Xia Feng’s brow. He could feel a stream of information pouring into his mind, slowly forming an imprint.
At the same time, it was as if a switch had been flipped in his brain. A sharp pain shot through him, and countless images flashed before his eyes like a slide show.
“Little Feng!”
“Sister Yi, it hurts! Don’t pull my ear~”
“Tell me, where did you go playing again?”
“I, I went to Sister Xue’s house to play. I told you this morning, didn’t I?”
In his memory, there was a girl with a blurred face, none too pleased as she pulled a little boy’s ear.
Xia Feng’s pupils dilated. He was astonished. What was this? How could he not remember this person from his childhood?
He remembered that he had been adopted by a manor owner since he was young, and later, due to some circumstances, around the age of 14, he was adopted by Uncle Wei.
It was also around this time, likely when his brain had fully developed, that he gradually awakened his past life memories and learned about the peculiarity of his heart.
But thinking about the memories before the age of 14, Xia Feng paused. He suddenly realized that he couldn’t seem to recall many of the events from his childhood.
He only remembered that he used to live in a place called ‘Willow Manor’. Back then, he was a slow-witted child and often went to the Tea Family to play with Cha Nai Xue.
As for anything more, it was as if his memories were veiled by a thin layer of gauze. He tried his best to see clearly, but the more he tried, the thicker the veil became.
Both the girl called ‘Sister Yi’ and the appearance of the owner of Willow Manor were extremely blurry.
“Excuse me, three gentlemen~”
A man’s light, playful laughter rang out. He Jianzhu did not turn around, continuing to press her fingertip against Xia Feng’s brow.
Xia Feng also ignored him, frowning as he tried to desperately recall the past buried deep within his memory.
However, it seemed he was blocked by a profoundly mysterious force. Everything related to Willow Manor remained hidden at the bottom of a deep sea. The further he tried to dive, the greater the resistance, and the more his head ached.
“Tsk, I say, are you deaf?” Seeing that the three of them were ignoring him, the Man in Pink Shirt’s smile gradually faded, his gaze turning cold as he stared at the woman in the plain skirt’s back.
He licked his lips and reached out to press on the woman in the plain skirt’s shoulder, “Little beauty, let this lord have a look at your—”
“So annoying,” a helpless voice chimed in.
*Sizzle* The man’s arm in the pink shirt suddenly fell to the ground, detached from his body. A fresh, pink flesh wound at his elbow burst open like a water pump, splattering blood everywhere.
The Man in Pink Shirt’s expression was momentarily stunned. After a half-second delay, he clutched his elbow and bent over, screaming.
The three subordinates beside the Man in Pink Shirt had their heads severed and died instantly.
He Jianzhu slowly turned around.
What the hell is going on! The Man in Pink Shirt’s heart was filled with terror. He angrily looked up, and the moment he saw the woman’s face, his expression changed drastically. He turned and fled.
But as soon as he flew into the air, it was as if invisible blades from the sky sliced his legs horizontally, and blood gushed out again.
“Ahhh!!” His desperate screams echoed through the heavens and earth.
Under the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree.
“These lowly peasants don’t seem to fear us?” the Bald Man said from above, looking down at the seven Spirit Masters below the tree.
Someone disdainfully shook his head. “Heh, they’ve probably given up struggling.”
Just then, a heart-rending scream came from behind. Everyone turned their heads in confusion, and a horrifying sight met their eyes.
They saw their boss, the Man in Pink Shirt, his torso with only one arm writhing on the grass. His face was contorted in terror, as if he had peed himself. He frantically clawed at the grass with his right hand and cried out for help, desperately seeking a sliver of hope for survival.
The twenty-odd young nobles below stared blankly at the scene before them. What was happening?
“He, He Jianzhu! That’s He Jianzhu!”
Someone pointed into the distance in panic.
“Damn it! How did she regain her human form?”
“Bad—Run!”
However, before the person could finish speaking, their limbs and head were separated from their torso, falling to the ground in pieces.
Everyone’s faces changed drastically, and they began to scatter.
But it was all in vain. Anyone whose gaze was met by the woman in the plain skirt’s gentle eyes was decomposed into parts. Accompanied by scarlet rain, a large number of heads and severed limbs rained down from the sky.
“Art! It’s simply art!” Yuan Zhoulv’s crimson eyes glowed, and she stared enraptured at the horrifying rain curtain formed by corpses, murmuring in a clear voice, “This is a high-level being, isn’t it? So powerful!”
“Holy crap, sis, are we going to win this Calamity Realm just by lying down?” Yizhao Lian exclaimed in shock, then mused, “The reward for clearing this Calamity Realm is a Seven-eyed level relic. It’s like we’re getting it for free.”
Relics, also known as God-tier relics, refer to when the partial authority of some gods or near-god level mighty beings did not dissipate after their death. Instead, they would materialize into tangible items that could only be used once or a few times.
“Dream on, you idiot brother,” Yuan Zhoulv pouted. “Do you think God-tier relics are like cabbage? There’s definitely only one. And according to the usual patterns of Calamity Realms, there might be some hidden conditions for obtaining it.”
“Ahhhh—” While the two were chatting idly, desperate screams continued to echo from the sky.
“Sky God! Are you just watching the show! Hurry up and do something!”
In their despair, they waited in vain for help, cursing angrily.
The Man in Pink Shirt was still crawling in the grass like a maggot, gnashing his teeth and letting out impotent growls.
“Sky God, I’ll go f*** your mom!”
The Nude Strongman sat before a black and white piano, his ten fingers dancing across the keys like falling pearls, playing a joyful and increasingly rousing battle symphony.
When the piece concluded.
“I must say, your human race’s research in the field of art is indeed much better than the Nightmare Clan’s,”
The Nude Strongman sighed. “I quite like this piece of music. Oh right, what is it called again?”
“The War of Ants,” Geng Gui said lazily, leaning against the wall.
“A good name. I quite like the word ‘ant’.”
The Nude Strongman’s expressionless, solemn face showed a hint of reminiscence. “Before the unified war of the Nightmare Realm and the establishment of the Imaginary Number Royal Court, I too was just an ant.”
“But thankfully, the law of this world is survival of the fittest.”
The Nude Strongman stood up with a faint smile and walked to the edge of the palace, looking down at the clouds. Geng Gui also followed to the Sky God’s side, looking puzzled.
“I heard the cries of the weak, the calls of the ants.”
!
The Sky God heard the calls and pleas from those in the lower realm. However, he did not act immediately. His expression was calm, and his tone was slightly puzzled. “He Jianzhu, that strange woman, has exceeded my expectations. She has actually regained her human form ahead of schedule.”
“And that man… is also very strange.”
“What?” Geng Gui seemed a bit slow to react, asking in surprise, “He Jianzhu recovered early? Then aren’t those young nobles who went down in danger?”
“They are not in danger, they are already about to die,” the Nude Strongman said plainly, his eye sockets beginning to fill with ink blackness. He focused his gaze through layers of clouds and saw everything below clearly.
“All dead, huh.” Geng Gui didn’t seem too surprised. A hint of schadenfreude even tugged at the corner of his lips. “That’s good too. I’ve long been annoyed by these useless nobles.”
*Whoosh* Space suddenly cracked open behind Geng Gui. A scarlet eyeball about a meter high rolled left and right, emitting a majestic, low growl.
“Coincidentally, since He Jianzhu has awakened early, let’s capture her ahead of schedule. Sky God, do you need my help?”
The Nude Strongman glanced calmly at the scarlet eyeball. “No need. The restored He Jianzhu has lost her qualification to threaten me. She’s merely an ant.”
*Bzzzzz!*
Just then, the entire palace trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Geng Gui looked up, confused. “What happened?”
The Nude Strongman closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then shook his head. “A Venerable is attacking Entrance No. 1.”
“That’s probably the White Dragon Walker of the Yin Dragon Legion,” Geng Gui tutted and said with a light laugh. “This Walker is hot-tempered. Just ignore him.”
Outside Entrance No. 1.
Four figures stood at the foot of a rugged cliff covered in green vines. In the center of the cliff was a decaying wooden door, and above the doorframe, gleaming silver letters read: 【Yuanhe Orphanage Welcomes You】.
Among the four figures, three wore pure black military uniforms adorned with dragon patterns and tactical boots. They looked somewhat helpless at the middle-aged man in front of them.
The man wore slippers, a tank top, and blue and white beach shorts. Draped over his shoulder was a pure white military uniform, on the back of which was embroidered a solemn black-gold dragon-shaped military emblem.
The man had a square face, an unkempt beard, and looked somewhat weathered. A smoking cigar was clenched between his lips.
“Damn it!” He lifted his foot and kicked the wooden door with his slipper. The wooden door didn’t budge, but he didn’t give up and continued to kick forcefully.
It seemed he was using some kind of power, causing the palace within the Calamity Realm to tremble.
“You’re not letting this lord in, huh!”
*Bang! Bang bang bang!* His bare-legged foot struck again and again.
“I’ll kick you to death, you old bastard!” The middle-aged man seemed to be enjoying himself, his kicking speed increasing, *bang bang bang* incessantly.
The three behind him put their foreheads to their hands in exasperation.
“Walker, please, give it up,” a woman stepped forward, helplessly saying. “The Disciple already said that the situation inside is very complicated and we shouldn’t act rashly.”
A man wearing glasses also said in a deep voice, “The forces involved behind this place are deeply intertwined. Even if the Disciple Venerable himself came, he might not be able to uproot this place.”
*Bang bang bang bang—*
After kicking for a while longer, the White Dragon Walker finally seemed to get tired. He slowly stopped his windless kicks and landed.
Seeing this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. “According to our estimates, this Calamity Realm is at least Seven-eyed level. It hasn’t reached God-tier yet, but it’s close. Those who entered have no chance of survival. Even though you have reached the Venerable realm, Walker, there is still a high probability you could be trapped inside.”
“So, since the calamity beasts inside do not welcome us, there’s no need for us to force our way in.”
The middle-aged uncle held his cigar and took a deep drag, looking up at the plaque on the wooden door. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly exhaled white smoke.
“Moreover, our main mission in Junlin City is to investigate the Peach Organization. Walker, let’s focus on our primary business.” The man pushed his glasses up and was about to say more.
“The rope breaks from constant sawing,” but then the middle-aged uncle twisted his arms, got his body moving, and grinned. “Tsk~ You won’t let me in, huh? Then I’ll kick you for a month, and I’m sure I can break this damn barrier!”
He raised his foot again, and like a brick-breaker machine, his legs moved invisibly, *bang bang bang*, repeatedly striking the wooden door barrier.
The three behind him put their hands to their foreheads in exasperation.
