Master Xuanji led Zhang Shaozhong westward, and the journey became increasingly remote.

Zhang Shaozhong was completely out of his mind, with only the word "revenge" on his mind.

"Let's go to a quiet place and I'll teach you the techniques."

Master Xuanji said calmly, "In your current state, let alone revenge, you can't even withstand a single move from the Demon Lord."

Zhang Shaozhong stroked his snow-white hair, his eyes growing even colder.

The two eventually arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple in a remote mountain.

This one looks even more dilapidated than the one belonging to Elder Long; half of the wall has collapsed.

"This is it?" Zhang Shaozhong asked with some doubt.

Master Xuanji swept away the dust with his sleeve, revealing a fairly intact futon: "Sit down."

Zhang Shaozhong obediently sat down.

"You possess the energy of chaos, making you a true prodigy in cultivation."

Master Xuanji looked at him and said, "But now you are entangled in emotional entanglements and have too many distracting thoughts, making it difficult for you to achieve great things."

Zhang Shaozhong bowed his head: "Please give me your guidance, senior."

Master Xuanji pulled an old wooden slip from his sleeve: "This is the 'Supreme Forgetfulness Technique,' a secret passed down only by the Taiqing Sect. To cultivate this technique, one must sever all emotional ties and forget the mortal world."

Zhang Shaozhong was taken aback: "Forgetfulness?"

“That’s right.” Master Xuanji nodded. “Love and affection are all illusions; they only hinder cultivation. If you want revenge, you must first let go of these things.”

Zhang Shaozhong hesitated.

He hated the Demon Lord, he hated Ye Meier, but for Ling Qingxue…

Master Xuanji saw through his thoughts and took out a small jade bottle: "If you can't make up your mind, you can drink this potion of forgetfulness. After drinking it, you will forget your past and only keep your true self."

Zhang Shaozhong stared at the jade bottle: "You'll forget everything after drinking it?"

"Important things will naturally be remembered."

Master Xuanji said meaningfully, "For example, your hatred."

Thinking of his parents' tragic fate, Zhang Shaozhong gritted his teeth and took the jade bottle: "I'll drink it!"

He tilted his head back and gulped down the clear liquid, which tasted like plain water.

Before long, I felt my head getting heavier and heavier.

"Qingxue...Meier..." he murmured, then everything went black and he fainted.

When Zhang Shaozhong woke up again, he felt that his mind was completely blank.

He remembered that his name was Zhang Shaozhong, that he wanted revenge, and that the Demon Lord and Ye Meier were enemies.

But the rest... it seems like something very important has been forgotten?

"How do you feel?" Master Xuanji asked.

Zhang Shaozhong frowned: "It seems... I've forgotten something."

"It's better to forget about it."

Master Xuanji handed him the "Supreme Forgetfulness Manual," saying, "From today onward, focus on cultivation."

"Now, circulate your internal energy according to the method on the jade slip." Master Xuanji's voice seemed to come from a very far place.

Zhang Shaozhong did as instructed in a daze.

The chaotic energy circulated according to the route of the "Supreme Forgetfulness Technique," and wherever it passed, those warm and tender memories seemed to be frozen by ice, and then shattered little by little.

He recalled the flutter in his heart when he first met Ling Qingxue, the laughter he shared while playing around with Ye Meier, the kind smiles of his parents, and Lin Ya's shy expression... All of these things became blurred, leaving only a cold hatred.

"Demon Lord... kill..." he muttered unconsciously, his eyes growing colder and colder.

Master Xuanji looked at him with satisfaction: "Yes, remember this hatred. It was the Demon Lord who killed your parents, it was the Demon Lord who caused you to be abandoned by everyone. You must take revenge, you must kill him!"

"Revenge...kill him..."

Zhang Shao repeated himself, his body radiating a chilling aura, even his white hair was covered in frost.

In the days that followed, Zhang Shaozhong seemed like a completely different person.

Every day, besides meditation, he practices martial arts; his gaze is so cold it could freeze someone to death.

The Supreme Forgetfulness Technique is indeed domineering; combined with his chaotic energy, his cultivation level soared.

But the price he paid was that his heart grew colder and harder.

Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night and stare blankly at the moon, always feeling a void in his heart.

But I can't remember exactly what's missing.

While practicing his martial arts that day, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a blurry figure flashed through his mind.

A woman in a moon-white dress, a woman in a seductive outfit, was smiling gently at him.

"Who..." He clutched his chest, a sharp pain shooting through him.

Master Xuanji appeared just in time, placing a palm on his back: "Calm down! That's a demon in your heart!"

Zhang Shaozhong quickly focused his mind and suppressed the figure.

“Senior, I feel like I’ve forgotten someone important,” Zhang Shaozhong couldn’t help but say.

Master Xuanji said calmly, "It's all an illusion. This is what happens when you cultivate the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique. Just get through it."

Zhang Shaozhong believed it and continued to bury himself in his studies.

Meanwhile, Ye Meier and Ling Qingxue were frantic with worry.

They searched everywhere Zhang Shaozhong might have gone, but they couldn't find him.

Several months have passed.

Zhang Shao opened his eyes again; those eyes, which once held a roguish smile, were now as cold as ice.

He looked at his white hair, touched it, and felt nothing.

"Do you remember now?" Master Xuanji asked.

Zhang Shaozhong nodded slowly, his voice devoid of any warmth: "The Demon Lord killed my parents, this hatred is irreconcilable."

"What about Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier?"

Zhang Shaozhong frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Unimportant people. If they dare to stop me from taking revenge, I'll kill them all."

Master Xuanji laughed heartily: "Good! Good! This is how one should cultivate the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique!"

He handed Zhang Shaozhong a sword: "This is the Frost Sword, which is perfect for your cultivation technique. From today onwards, you will remain in seclusion here until you reach the late stage of the Golden Core realm, at which point you may emerge from seclusion."

Zhang Shaozhong took the sword, his fingers tracing the cold blade, his eyes becoming even sharper: "I don't need to wait until the late Golden Core stage. Once I've stabilized my current realm, I can go and seek revenge on the Demon Lord."

What's the rush?

Master Xuanji said calmly, "The Demon Lord's cultivation is profound. Going now would be suicide. Focus on your cultivation, and when the time is right, I will take you to seek revenge."

Zhang Shaozhong was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

He said no more and went straight into a meditative state.

Under the influence of the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique, the chaotic energy became cold and sharp, and the cultivation speed was indeed astonishingly fast.

Master Xuanji looked at Zhang Shaozhong, who was in meditation, and stroked his beard with a smug look.

Everything is proceeding according to plan.

Once Zhang Shaozhong's cultivation is sufficient, he will become the sharpest blade in his hand.

At that moment, Ling Qingxue, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly felt a pain in her heart, as if she had lost something most important.

Ye Meier felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, as if something bad had happened.

The Demon Lord calculated with his fingers, his expression grave: "The secrets of heaven have been completely concealed. That kid... I'm afraid his chances of survival are slim."

Inside the cave, the chill around Zhang Shaozhong grew increasingly intense, even his breath creating white mist. Only one thought echoed in his mind:

"Revenge...kill the Demon Lord..."