Chapter Thirty Awakening

  Silent but with blood gushing out.

  Liu Guan's family was overjoyed, just as he was about to cast a spell to trap Yang Yunqiu's soul, his entire body stiffened and all the spiritual energy in his body suddenly disappeared without a trace. With a thud, he knelt down on the ground.

  He looked up and saw the young man he had just killed standing there, without even a scratch on his skin.

  Fu Ning sighed: "Why must you be like this?"

  Liu Guan's face changed drastically, and he hastily said: "Young Master... you clearly know that the 'Huang Zhong' is inside this kid's body, why haven't you taken action to kill him yet? Don't forget, it was Da Guo Shi who entrusted you to bring the thing back."

  Fu Ning frowned, angrily saying: "Stop spouting nonsense! Father is concerned about the whereabouts of 'Huang Zhong', fearing it will fall into the wrong hands and cause more trouble. Where would he harm someone's life for this? You are the steward of the Fu family, you should protect the reputation of the Fu family. Your current actions will only bring shame to my father."

  Situ finally came to his senses, wiped the sweat from his forehead and cut in: "Fu Ning, don't be so polite to him. He ambushed Yang Yunqiu, perhaps he was just eyeing 'Huang Zhong' himself, but using your adoptive father's name as a cover."

  Liu Guan's face changed again and again, his mouth moved slightly, speechless, seemingly acquiescent. After a long time, he said in a dejected tone: "…When did the young master suspect old me?"

  Fu Ning sighed: "I didn't suspect you, but you were too cold to Young Master Yang. You are the steward of my godfather's household, and you're a nice person with good relationships. This time when we met my friend, it seemed like you didn't care at all. How could I not notice your thoughts?"

  Liu Guan's expression changed, and he smiled wryly: "This old man still underestimated the young master, treating you as a child from back then... it was wrong of me. It's just that when I saw this Yang gentleman, I discovered that 'Huang Zhong' had merged with his divine soul, and in my haste, I didn't think things through."

  His complexion was wan and sallow, but he still said, "However, Young Master, listen to me for a moment. This time is different from before. The Great Country Master must obtain the thing in his body. If you want to be filial, quickly kill him and take the thing back to report."

  Fu Ning sneered and shook his head: "It was my master and adoptive father who taught me that in life, there are things one should do and shouldn't do. For things that shouldn't be done, even if it means death by knife or axe, I will not touch them. I still have a long way to go on the path of cultivation, and I won't let any gaps remain in my heart. Liu Guan Jia, don't say anything more, rest assured, I won't kill you. As for my adoptive father, I have my own explanation. You just need to forget all this and give us some time."

  As for the technique of directly touching the soul and disturbing memories, Fu Ning was not very proficient. However, in the current situation, in order to avoid problems, he really needed him to forget about it, which was quite troublesome, and only after a lot of effort did he manage to get things done.

  The three of them walked a little further and left Liu Guan's house far behind before they removed the seal that bound him.

  This time, Yang Yunqiu deliberately avoided the places where the monks came and went, took a detour, and then, all the way, he didn't encounter any monks again. Instead, several hibernating monsters became Cui's dish.

  It's not clear if it was their bad luck, but those monks were still wandering in the forest, and many people were rushing this way. Although some directly used message tokens to inform distant seniors, the matter of Arlo had never been spread.

  They can't help but feel anxious in their hearts.

  At that time, entering the forest, there were more people, and they had to pay attention to searching, so of course, they couldn't go faster. Leaving was not as troublesome, day and night, three people spent less than five days, and they left the desolate forest.

  The three of them walked out and didn't seem very conspicuous. They didn't encounter any more trouble and returned smoothly to Changsu Town.

  It was just a short distance from the town, and Yang Yunqiu was stunned, her entire body, from head to toe, gradually becoming icy cold.

  It was as if a nightmare had suddenly become reality - the entire town was like it had been trampled by some ancient giant beast, houses collapsed, land cracked, fresh red blood had dried up, no one collected the remains, and not even a single intact corpse could be seen.

  "Yang Yunqiu!" Fu Ning shouted. He suddenly woke up with a start and rushed towards his home, got up with a stumble, but his feet refused to stop.

  Maybe... maybe it was just a natural disaster, and maybe Mother and little sister are both safe and sound...

  Yang Yunqiu walked step by step to the end of the land, and that very small, ancient house, which was called home, had been razed to the ground.

  The bedroom is gone, the warehouse is gone, and Yang Yan's favorite small vegetable garden is also gone.

  Occasionally on the ground can be seen traces of knives and axes, remnants of spells.

  That is the most vicious spell, heavenly fire burning soul, anyone who is hit by it will have their soul shattered, and even the hope of reincarnation will cease to exist.

  For hundreds of years, this has been a forbidden art that was severely cracked down on.

  How cruel!

  Fu Ning furrowed his brow, he was usually calm and rarely angry, but this time he was also furious, and Situ Changfeng was so angry that his whole body was trembling.

  Yang Yunqiu walked slowly, looking carefully, and saw a messy pile of fragments, flesh and blood that had turned to mud. He knelt down, picked up the red-stained ice and snow on the ground, which looked terrifyingly abnormal. Large mouthfuls of fresh blood gushed out from his throat, and he wiped it with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he wiped, he couldn't wipe it clean.

  The entire town of Changsu had become unrecognizable, the four streets were desolate and empty, the vendors' cries were no longer heard, the large flags outside the taverns did not flutter in the wind, and the lively and lovely little girls, his younger sister whom he didn't pay much attention to, hadn't even worn the clothes he had wanted to make for her.

  Yang Yunqiu's eyes were filled with blood redness.

  Feng Ning grasped his collar, gritted his teeth and shouted for the first time, losing his noble demeanor: "Listen, have you forgotten? Fu Xueqing said that this year's students of Shanming Academy will enter school ahead of schedule. The teachers from their school have already taken people to Tiandu City. Your sister is fine, did you hear?"

  Yang Yunqiu closed her eyes and nodded after a long time. Yes, that's right. Yang Yan left Changsu Town, she must still be alive.

  After panting for a long time, Yang Yunqiu wiped away the sweat on his forehead, the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, and together with Fu Ning and Si Tu, the three of them searched the town repeatedly to see if there were any survivors, but it was desolate and cold, like a ghost town.

  He finally gave up and personally collected the remains of the deceased.

  It's really hard to tell who is who, and can only be buried in one place.

  Fu Ning helped him and erected a stone monument on the original site in Changsu Town, but there were no inscriptions on the monument.

  "Leave it empty for now, I'll come back... to comfort your spirit again."

  Yang Yunqiu smiled coldly, as if he had regained his spirit, and was even more spirited than ever before. He turned around, looking at Fu Ning quietly, "I'm going to retreat for at least two years, I won't show up."

  Nothing more than that.

  Fu Ning had already understood everything, and only said: "Your sister is now in my hands, I will think of a way to contact her. The guide fee you should get, I will also give it to her. As for the car business, I'll help you postpone it for two years... Wait until you're free, come to Ya Jing and meet with me."

  Yang Yun nodded her head.

  Fu Ning didn't know, but he knew that this disaster had a great possibility of being caused by his own birth.

  Changsu Town has been simple and honest for hundreds of years, never having any conflicts with outsiders. What could be the reason for using such cruel means to deal with a group of ordinary people, except for personal reasons?

  Yang Yanruo is still alive, and if he were to see him now, it would only bring great danger to both of them, so it's better to avoid him.

  He calmly weighed the pros and cons, just like Yang Yunqiu who had desperately vomited blood earlier, didn't exist at all.

  The doll was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort her, and only repeated: "You can set up the soul-gathering array first, gather the souls of Chang Su Town, and when you reach the state of longevity and long vision, whether you want to merge their souls, send them to reincarnation, or send them to the underworld to become ghost cultivators, it's all fine. Our base has this kind of method hidden inside, now that your authority is the highest, you can check however you like."

  Yang Yunqiu remained deaf to the ears, sent Ning and Situ leaving the town, three people looked at each other without a word, Ning finally did not know what to say, silently, finally looked at the hell-like Changsu Town, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

  Less than half a time, Pei Ning and Sutu heard countless versions of rumors about Aro and Huang Zhong, returned again, and wandered around the ruins of Changsu Town for a long time, but couldn't find Yang Yunqiu's person, and finally had to leave reluctantly.

  Yang Yunqiu couldn't bear to look at the desolate scene, and returned to the barbaric forest, entering the base where he had stayed for three years, a place he never wanted to go back to again.

  Now, this base, which had traveled through tens of millions of years, already belonged to him.

  After millions of years, this base, which was built by Master Xinyi and had created countless glories, with each owner being a world-renowned figure, finally revealed its true appearance.

  Energy storage array running stable, central control room restarted, space gate flashing silver-white light again, except for many energy weapons that consumed too much energy and can no longer be used, all other facilities are functioning normally.

  Quiet room, entertainment room, training room, laboratory, cafeteria, manufacturing room, and the main body of the doll, the library under the central intelligent brain management have all returned to normal operation, only empty without a single person.

  Yang Jingting relied on it to travel through time and space countless times, failing once and again, until he exhausted his energy and landed in the wilderness of Yan Guo's forest, abandoning the base there to recharge. More than a hundred years later, Fang Zhong accidentally entered it and somehow half-recognized its master.

  Nor did Yang Da Guoshi know about it back then, nor does he know whether this matter is true or not.

  But if he knew about it, there would definitely be action, after all, that's also the home where he has been staying for a long time, how could he let others mess with it.

  It's all old news, no matter what the reason is, there's no need to pay attention to it anymore. Anyway, the current owner of the base has become Yang Yunqiu, and it was probably destined to be so in the underworld.

  Yang Yunqiu didn't have the mind to visit at this time, he plunged into the master bedroom, forcing himself to sleep for three days, and then went to the quiet room to meditate, sitting for three days. When he came out, his expression had already recovered its calmness.

  His life became simpler, absorbing the wild knowledge that was unsealed as his cultivation deepened, cultivating, eating, sleeping, as if he had already forgotten the tragic case of Changsu Town.

  The quiet room in the base is arranged with a gathering spirit array, which is not an ordinary product. The spiritual energy is abundant and does not lose to those large sects' Dongtian Fudi.

  As the days passed, Yang Yunqiu's cultivation grew deeper and more profound, but he was still unable to overcome the hurdle. As WaWa had said, cultivating was not an easy task, and if his mindset was not correct, it would be easy for demonic thoughts to arise, and the deeper his powers grew, the greater the danger would be.

  Although he was young, he was a good listener and, more importantly, with his grandmother Wu Yue around, he didn't dare to let himself get lost in the maze of magic.

  Gradually, in his spare time from cultivation, he would also take out time to read books, paint, and use his spiritual brush to draw talismans, making some not complicated but very interesting objects. 'Agricultural barrenness' was left by his father, a thousand-year inheritance, not to be underestimated.

  He even started reciting Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and even the Christian Bible, he wanted to read them all, not for anything else, just to calm his intense emotions.

  He got into Nanjing University very smoothly, without any hitch, and became a favorite student of Professor Shi Tianlai. He had put down his part-time job and only occasionally went to earn some living expenses, as he didn't want to waste time that could be used for self-cultivation.

  Life was trending towards stability, and Yang Yunqiu's mood also calmed down, but a not-so-good change appeared, making him somewhat regretful.

  He is no longer crossing every 15th of the month, and the time between Earth and Yan Guo is becoming synchronized. The advantage of having an extra month compared to others no longer exists.

  From the moment he re-entered the base, this matter had unknowingly occurred, and he didn't understand the reason either. Perhaps he could only believe in what the doll said: the Heavenly Path had repaired the loophole.

  Fortunately, his father Yang Jingting had already opened up a passage between Yan Guo and the Earth back then, so he could travel freely through the space gate.

  At the moment this thing happened, he made a decisive decision and sealed his physical body on Earth in the base's law array.

  There's no way there can be two Yang Yunqiu in this world, or else it would scare people to death. He also doesn't know how to split his soul, so he can't control two bodies at the same time.

  The doll was very happy and said that if in the future, he accidentally suffered a serious injury, as long as his soul was not hurt, he could just switch to another body and come back, which would be equivalent to having an extra life.

  Yang Yunqiu was speechless.

  "Don't look so gloomy, how many people in the world have as good luck as you? Do you think it's easy to recreate a body from scratch? Not to mention one that perfectly matches your own. Your father must have paid a huge price back then."

  All these Yang Yunqiu understood, but it was inconvenient to be inconvenient. On earth, he had to go to school, work, and would have to work in the future, take care of his grandmother until she passed away. In order to make his grandmother feel at ease, he might even have to get married and have children, start a family and career.

  But on Yancheng's side... he also has a lot of things to do.

  Yang Yunqiu quietly retreated to the base for cultivation, and the turmoil in Yan Guo did not affect him.

  Many monks returned in disappointment, without noticing his disappearance. Only a few remembered the car, but Pao Ning had passed on the message, and when no one was found, they gave up. Some monks even came to visit him, wanting to make friends or thank him. After all, Yang Yunqiu's performance at the time was indeed stunning. With just one sentence from Pao Ning, people could be sent away. Anyway, it was common for monks to meditate in seclusion, and some would do so for months, years, or even over a decade.

  To put it bluntly, Yang Yunqiu is not important enough to be worth others' great efforts.

  Perhaps the enemy hiding in the dark will get a headache because of his disappearance, but those things can't be made public, they're in pain and can only suffer themselves.