Chapter 46 Returning to the Past

We've come back to the same question: if the Mirror of Origin is used to travel back hundreds of years, does that mean nothing ever happened, the father could be resurrected, and the boy would still be the same boy?

I just don't remember her anymore...

The anger that had been building up in her chest suddenly subsided, and Yao Jin was very unhappy. She vented her anger.

Yao Jin kicked Chu Fengliu, "You're in cahoots with him, otherwise how would he know that herb is a body-tempering herb?"

The Body Tempering Grass was something Yao Jin heard Chu Fengliu mention. The rest of the demons always killed openly and never saved anyone, let alone heard of such a thing. Only Chu Fengliu had leaked the information.

Yao Jin was still not satisfied after kicking Chu Fengliu, so she went forward and kicked him a few more times, making the tassels on his clothes rattle. "He's been here for a while, why didn't you tell me!"

Chu Fengliu cried out a few times, his beautiful face scrunched up in pain. He didn't dare to stop him, fearing that one day this ancestor might remember and come after him for this.

"How could I dare say? You know he's a difficult person, and besides, he was right outside the door that day." Chu Fengliu could only steer the conversation towards Po Jun.

"He was there too?" Yao Jin stopped what she was doing, seemingly lost in thought and overwhelmed with shame and indignation. "He saw everything?!"

What I saw was, of course, her wedding night.

Yao Jin wasn't shameless enough to be overheard having a live sex show. She gritted her teeth and looked at Po Jun, who was casting a spell in the distance. She didn't dare to go forward and stop him from reversing time and space. She could only look at Chu Fengliu with a sullen expression.

Chu Fengliu realized something was wrong and quickly begged for mercy, hissing!

"Gently, gently."

As Chu Fengliu retreated, he narrowly dodged Yao Jin's swinging fist. "I'm doing this for your own good. If we don't let Po Jun achieve his goal, who knows what other insidious methods he might come up with?"

In fact, Po Jun's method was also very risky. The Demon King appeared too suddenly and died in a very childish way. The reason why it was able to proceed smoothly was because everyone involved was blinded by emotions and had no rationality at all.

Chu Fengliu saw the golden sway pause many times outside the illusion, his heart clenching tightly, fearing that this ancestor would discover it on the spot and do something earth-shattering.

Fortunately, no, but he was destined to take the blame for it.

Chu Fengliu cried out in pain from the beating, but suddenly a thought struck him, and he hurriedly said, "There's still an incense stick's time left. Don't you have anything you want to settle? Wouldn't it be nice to talk to Meng Ji for a bit...?"

Saying goodbye to her husband should take quite a bit of effort; a stick of incense would be considered short.

I probably won't have time to beat him up anymore!

But as soon as she finished speaking, Yao Jin stopped, turned her head, and said in a low voice, as if she had something in her throat, "Why talk to him? He's about to die."

As long as one hasn't ascended to immortality, one remains human. And as long as one is human, one cannot live without a heart. Yao Jin didn't want to face this miserable scene, nor did she want to explain everything that happened in the illusion; ultimately, it would all be forgotten.

The stench of blood in the air gradually dissipated, and his vision began to blur. Yao Jin knew that the crucial moment had arrived, so he sat down on the spot and waited quietly.

Her proper demeanor made Chu Fengliu somewhat uncomfortable. However, there was no turning back now. After a moment's thought, Chu Fengliu sat down beside her. "Really not going to see him?"

Yao Jin didn't say anything.

"He looks like a dog, so pitiful." She didn't dare to look, but Chu Fengliu did, and suddenly uttered a sigh as he looked.

Chu Fengliu's words were truly harsh, but for some reason, they made Yao Jin unable to suppress a smile. She felt that Chu Fengliu was trying to comfort her, which made her feel a little better. At the same time, she spat at him, "When you're about to die, you'll be even more pathetic, not even as good as a dog."

After saying this, Yao Jin felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She lowered her head to look at the ground, but couldn't help but notice the bells and mustard seeds she wore. Her eyes immediately darkened. She stood up, took out her whip, and looked like a demon god. "You're right."

Chu Fengliu: "Huh?"

Yao Jin cracked his whip a few times to stretch his muscles. "I really shouldn't waste time. I should settle some things."

After saying that, she rushed towards the crowd.

Yao Jin acted swiftly and ruthlessly. She wrapped her whip around Leng Dandan's neck, again and again, saying, "I am not worthy of the things you gave me."

When the illusion ended, Yao Jin finally knew what Leng Dandan had given her.

"This lash was given on behalf of Xiaojuan. You deceived her and caused her death!"

"This lash was given to Buwang. When you pushed him out of the secret realm, did you ever consider that you had killed someone else's beloved child?"

"This lash is on behalf of Meng Ji. You and your father deceived the Qiao family, causing her to waste many years of her life. You are utterly heartless!"

Time was running out, and Yao Jin whipped Leng Dandan with extreme ferocity, pulling her out of the crowd and whipping her until she screamed incessantly. No one could come to their senses, and of course, they couldn't stop it, because the Trace Mirror was taking effect, its mysterious magic binding them tightly.

Time and spacetime reversed irreversibly, and the surrounding spacetime slowly distorted, the air undulating in waves, stirring everything in the world. At this moment, there was a layer separating people; except for those at close range, other sounds seemed frozen and could not pass through.

But Meng Ji stared intently at the girl wielding the whip, a black aura slowly enveloping him.

—See? She never cares about you.

—What you get too easily, you can't be cherished by her. You're just a toy to her; she gets you and then lets you go.

Love that comes too easily will not be valued.

Meng Ji's eyes twitched slightly, a strange red glint in them.

This shouldn't be happening. After his heart was ripped out, love, hate, greed, and infatuation all vanished, and all emotions clearly shouldn't exist. Yet, his chest ached as if pricked by needles, and he couldn't suppress the chill emanating from his body. He trembled uncontrollably, accompanied by the voices echoing from the depths of his heart. The extreme cold reminded him of the jewelry in his wife's dressing case.

As the wife of the sect leader of Buzhou Mountain, and a young girl herself, he pitied her for her young age and childlike nature, so he made her a lot of jewelry and hairpins. But no matter how exquisite and luxurious the jewelry was, she never wore it a second time.

He had asked her about it, but the girl replied that she had used it and it wasn't fresh anymore, so she didn't like it anymore.

Such extravagance, yet so taken for granted. Meng Ji was surprised, but he couldn't immediately reprimand her. She hadn't thrown away the jewelry; she just let it lie there quietly. If he scolded her too much, wouldn't he seem petty?

He wanted to teach her slowly, but he never had the chance.

There was no other reason than that he later fell into a love trap and wished he could present her with all the treasures in the world, so he chose to turn a blind eye to these behaviors that he once thought were wasteful.

Unexpectedly, the boomerang from years ago came so quickly and pierced so deeply. He was like those pieces of jewelry locked in a dressing case, never to see the light of day again, and never to receive her favor again.

Actually, upon reflection, there are clues to be found. Of all the things he made by hand, which one did she ever wear? It was all just a fleeting liking.

The light emitted by the Mirror of Origin grew stronger, and the spiritual power distorted the surrounding space and time. Under the powerful spiritual light, Meng Ji's knees finally collapsed and he fell to the ground. His thin back curled up, and a few strands of hair fell from his forehead to cover his eyes, but his face remained facing the girl wielding the whip, without moving an inch.

"Hahahaha, you're nothing but a dog." Po Jun couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this. He took out a bottle of medicine, poured out a pill, and swallowed it. "Unforgettable Pill, eat this and let's see what you have to compete with me!"

I can't forget Dan. You can tell what it means just by hearing the name. I can imagine who came up with such a down-to-earth name.

After Chu Fengliu learned of Po Jun's idea, he hid in Yaowang Peak and devoted himself to developing this medicine. Due to the tight schedule, he even plucked out a lot of his hair. Fortunately, Buzhou Mountain had many spiritual herbs. After wasting a lot of rare and precious materials, he still managed to refine the medicine.

After taking this pill, even if time and space are reversed, memories can be slowly recalled over time. However, this pill varies from person to person; it depends on the weight the person you least want to forget has left in your heart. The more unforgettable the person is, the faster you can recall them.

Chu Fengliu also wanted to go back to the past. In order to get ahead of others, he took more than ten pills before Po Jun and Po Wang. Now there are only three pills left in the bottle.

Po Jun was unaware that this medicine could be used in combination, or perhaps he believed that quality was more important than quantity. So after taking one pill, he casually threw the remaining two on the ground. "So what if you two are husband and wife? If we go back to the past, none of this will exist. The Demon King has already arranged a marriage for us. Once he is resurrected, I will formally propose to Yao Jin. As for you, you can't kill the Demon King, nor can you become the sect leader. Let's see what you have to compete with me then."

"You two, husband and wife, are nothing but a dream!"

The Mirror of Origin had reached its final stage of function, and Po Jun no longer concealed his feelings. He had witnessed the pain he felt that night, and now he was overjoyed. He burst into laughter, "Oh, no, you probably wouldn't compete with me. You don't even know her, so why would you compete with me?"

Returning to the past, the nodes cannot be precisely controlled, but the memories can slowly return, allowing one to gain an edge over others.

This time, he must get there before that stinky Taoist priest.

"You..." Po Jun wanted to mock Meng Ji again, but before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly blasted away with a bang. The shockwave rolled, and the natural boulder on the cave ceiling was impacted by the powerful spiritual energy, causing many fragments to fall. However, these fragments could not even fall into the air and turned into powder, raising a lot of dust that accurately buried Po Jun.

*Pfft*—Po Jun spat out several mouthfuls of blood and lost two more teeth.

"Noisy." Meng Ji said calmly, as if he wasn't the one who caused all this. "You should be glad there are other people in this cave."

"What do you mean..." The rubble on his back buried Po Jun, leaving only his head and one hand visible. In an instant, Po Jun understood. He stopped himself from asking a stupid question. "You didn't destroy this cave because you cared about them. Good, good, you are indeed a righteous person!"

If it were him, he would rather kill one innocent person than let one guilty person go. If he died, he would make everyone pay with their lives! How pedantic! But Po Jun dared not say such things again. He only felt that Meng Ji's spiritual power seemed inexhaustible. In such a state of unconsciousness, he could still unleash such strong immortal power. It was simply too heaven-defying.

At the same time, Po Jun was horrified. He quickly mobilized all his magic power to activate the Mirror of Origin. "The demonic path is vast, the universe is fixed, yin and yang and the five elements, trace back to the origin of time and space."

Po Jun kept chanting incantations with his mouth open, completely unaware that the bottle he had casually discarded had suddenly cracked open.

The bottle was originally a magical artifact, impervious to blades and fire. Now that it had cracked, it was no different from an ordinary bottle, shattering into several pieces, and the pills inside rolled out.

The two small, round pills rolled very smoothly, scattering in all directions. One, as if searching for its owner, rolled precisely to Meng Ji's hand, while the other followed its own trajectory and rolled in another direction.

Meng Ji stared intently at the pill, a dark look appearing in his eyes.