Chapter 189: Chapter 40 – Pill of Forgetfulness (Monthly Ticket Bonus)
“Junior Sister Zhong?!”
When Zhou Bujue arrived, Zhong Yanhan was lying on the ground. He thought something had happened to her and quickly went to help her up. He probed her with his Spiritual Sense, but surprisingly, she wasn’t injured…
Zhou Bujue looked around doubtfully but couldn’t find anyone in sight. He had arrived a bit late and didn’t know what had happened here.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Zhong Yanhan began to cough.
“Junior Sister Zhong, are you alright?”
“Changsheng, is that you? Changsheng…” Zhong Yanhan asked, her eyes hazy.
“…I am Zhou Bujue, Junior Sister Zhong.” Zhou Bujue replied with a dark face.
“…Oh, alright.”
Zhong Yanhan’s reply was tinged with disappointment.
“Thank you, Senior Brother Zhou.”
She steadied her mind, circulated her Spiritual Power, and made herself more clear-headed. Standing up, she realized she had maintained her human form and hadn’t exposed her true form in front of Zhou Bujue. She was somewhat surprised.
“Senior Brother Zhou, where did Demonic Path Young Master Wuxiao go?”
Zhou Bujue shook his head. “When I arrived here, I saw Junior Sister Zhong lying in the rain and didn’t see him.”
“I see.”
Zhong Yanhan recalled the last fragments of her memory. She had given her all and used the Talisman Ye Changsheng had given her. Then she lost consciousness until now.
“…It really was Changsheng!” Zhong Yanhan whispered to herself, feeling a warmth in her heart. He had kept his promise and saved her from danger when she needed help the most. Trusting Ye Changsheng had been the right decision, and she was glad she had taken the risk…
Although happy, Zhong Yanhan felt upset when she thought about how she couldn’t defeat her enemy, Young Master Wuxiao. Recalling her previous actions, she felt she had lost control. She hadn’t listened to Ye Changsheng at all and had acted impulsively, blinded by hatred. He had taught her to act calmly, but she was full of flaws and deserved her predicament. Moreover, Young Master Wuxiao’s strength was far superior to hers. She had to, had to, had to… work harder than her life itself.
“Junior Sister Zhong, you just called out Junior Brother Ye’s name. Is he related to this matter?” Zhou Bujue asked.
Zhong Yanhan shook her head. “It’s nothing, it’s… nothing to do with him. I just called out randomly.”
Called out randomly? Zhou Bujue understood in his heart. In a moment of crisis, when one needs help the most, they call out the name of the person most important to them. So, Junior Sister Zhong already…
Alas.
The cold, icy rain pattered wildly on her face. Zhou Bujue opened his wine gourd and took a swig of strong liquor to warm himself.
“Actually, when I saw Demonic Path Young Master Wuxiao, I felt a sense of familiarity.”
“Familiarity?” Zhong Yanhan looked at the dejected young man with confusion.
“Junior Sister Zhong, just consider it me speaking after drinking,” Zhou Bujue stopped himself from saying more, then tactfully added, “Be careful of Ye Changsheng.”
…
Zhong Yanhan froze. Although it was raining, when she fought Demonic Path Young Master Wuxiao earlier, she had smelled a very, very faint yet familiar scent from him. Demonic Path Young Master Wuxiao… she seemed to know him. Could it be…? Impossible!
As soon as this thought surfaced, Zhong Yanhan immediately dismissed it. She couldn’t and wouldn’t think that way! It would be a betrayal of Changsheng. How could Changsheng be Young Master Wuxiao? Although he had a somewhat harsh personality, such a good young man… could surely not be her enemy. Why else would he have saved her time and time again? Zhong Yanhan immediately banished this thought. She would not allow herself to harbor even a shred of doubt towards Ye Changsheng, only maintaining her trust in him.
…
“This is far enough.”
Ye Changsheng, controlling the corpses of the Demon Race, had already led the group from Wuhua Palace out of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. He looked at the diligent corpses, which were already starting to smell… After all, they had been out in the rain for a while and were now being exposed to the sun. He wondered if Demonic Cultivators specializing in corpse manipulation had anti-rot agents. If not, the smell would be a disaster.
“Everyone, thank you for your hard work. Rest in peace.”
Ye Changsheng waved at them. The corpses of these several members of the Demon Race began to dig their own graves in the mountain forest and bury themselves, bidding farewell to the world and becoming nourishment for the earth.
Afterward, Ye Changsheng found some people in a nearby town and hired them. He took the group from Wuhua Palace to the nearest town. To be safe, Ye Changsheng didn’t return to Wuhua Palace immediately. He first gave everyone a Pill of Forgetfulness. The Pill of Forgetfulness was a Splendid Grade pill that could blur the memories of those who took it for the past few days. It would also be good to forget these unlucky encounters, lest the girls be traumatized.
Afterward, Ye Changsheng woke up the disciples of Wuhua Palace one by one and confirmed that their memories had indeed become blurry. They only remembered being captured; they had no recollection of what happened afterward. Finally, there was Ling Xiaoxing. Ye Changsheng wanted to confirm with her alone, as she knew the most.
“Hmm…”
Ling Xiaoxing touched her head and woke up. The first thing she saw was Ye Changsheng.
“Hi, Senior Sister Xiaoxing.” Ye Changsheng greeted her.
“Am I… am I not dead?”
“…Dead? Senior Sister Xiaoxing, what are you talking about?”
“Wuuu, that’s great! Wuxiao, so it really was you!” Ling Xiaoxing cried tears of joy and hugged Ye Changsheng. “The voice I heard back then, it really was you!”
Ye Changsheng was surprised by Ling Xiaoxing’s statement. Ling Xiaoxing’s memories of the past few days had not become blurry. The effect of the Pill of Forgetfulness was indeed supposed to work; it was a pill Ye Changsheng had refined himself, so he knew its properties. And he had personally fed Ling Xiaoxing the pill and helped her catalyze its effect, so there shouldn’t be any issues.
“Senior Sister Xiaoxing, do you still remember the… events of the past few days?” Ye Changsheng asked tentatively.
“I remember, why wouldn’t I… it was you, Wuxiao, who came to save me when I was in the most danger…” Ling Xiaoxing said, choking back sobs. “Although I don’t remember many things clearly, your matters… I remember them all.”
She still remembered. Ye Changsheng fell silent. The Pill of Forgetfulness could not blur memories in one specific situation: deeply ingrained… emotions. So, Ling Xiaoxing felt… for him? Ye Changsheng’s hand didn’t know where to go and stopped mid-air.
If he wanted to blur her memories, there was only one solution: force Ling Xiaoxing to take a pill with a stronger effect than the Pill of Forgetfulness—a Pill of Amnesia.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… Ten seconds passed.
Forget it. Ye Changsheng smiled helplessly and finally hugged Ling Xiaoxing, holding the petite girl close to him, giving her a sense of security.
“Senior Sister Xiaoxing, don’t cry, you’re fine now, aren’t you?”
