The training platform was covered with a layer of snow, but no one had cleaned it.

The heavy snow melted before it touched the eaves, leaving only a layer of wet mist because there was a fire lit in the house.

Jiang Ziyu fell asleep on the edge of the bed. He had not had much rest in recent days. Even if he heard the slightest noise, he would open his eyes impatiently.

"Cough... cough..." He was woken up by a cough.

Jiang Ziyu quickly opened his eyes.

Wen Shili woke up, his face as white as ice and snow under the sunlight.

"Master!" Jiang Ziyu was both awakened and scared.

Surprisingly, after so many days, Master finally woke up.

What they are afraid of is that this is the last glimmer of light from a dying person.

"Master..."

Wen Shili's eyebrows were like blades, cold and unkind. His eyes were slightly closed and his eyelashes were so long that they seemed to create a crescent moon on his face.

"Cough, cough, cough... I don't have much time left..." He coughed weakly and quickly, his lips slightly parted, making a sound like ice and jade hitting each other: "... Ziyou, come here."

"Master..." Jiang Ziyu leaned over defenselessly.

The next second, Wen Shili stretched out the hand that Jiang Ziyu had wiped clean and dust-free every day. His cold fingertips lightly touched Jiang Ziyu's forehead with pity and affection.

Instantly, several rays of brilliant light flew out towards him and surged to his heart.

There seemed to be thousands of blood-red threads on Wen Shili's fingertips, each of which was nailed into Jiang Ziyu's body.

Jiang Ziyu's body quickly withered and fell like a fallen leaf.

He widened his eyes in disbelief: "Master... why is this happening?"

"You are not human." Wen Shili's face was visibly red, and his spirit began to reshape and gradually stabilize. He said, "You are a spare body that I refined using the South China Sea mermaid wood and my heart blood."

The few people who were concentrating on watching the image were also shocked.

Yin Ci was impatient, and he grabbed Yin Buqi's arm and asked hastily, "He, what does he mean by this! Brother, what is a spare body?"

Yin Buqi said, "It is written on this tombstone that Wen Shili quelled the riots in the South China Sea. I think the mermaid wood was obtained at that time."

"I've read in ancient books that the South China Sea Mermaid Mummies are the treasure of the South China Sea. It takes a hundred years for one to grow, and it can be transformed into a flesh body, which is equivalent to an empty human shell. Then, through some kind of magic, he combined his own flesh and blood essence with this empty shell to obtain a person who looks like a living person, but in fact, it is just a puppet used to revive him when his spirit is broken."

"How can Senior Brother not be a human being..." Yin Cizhang blushed, pinched his sleeves tightly, and slowly loosened them after a while, "Senior Brother is just like us, he is obviously a flesh and blood person!"

"Ouch..."

In the picture, Jiang Ziyou knelt on the ground in a desperate state, prostrating himself at Wen Shili’s feet: “Master… your disciple is in pain… your disciple is in pain ah ah ah ah——”

The voice was not loud, but it was filled with extreme depression and grief.

He shrank very small, as if he had turned into a very weak ball, and he wished he could disappear from this world.

"Master...you are lying to me, right? I am a human being, Master...look at me..."

Wen Shili didn't say anything. He suddenly closed his eyes and exerted force with his hands.

Jiang Ziyou's body was half withered, and his fingers had turned into white bones. He tugged at the corner of Wen Shili's clothes and begged bitterly, "Master... in these ten years... have you ever... even for a moment... treated me as... as..."

Before he could finish his words, a thin thread mixed with bright red blood fell down.

Jiang Ziyou fell straight to the ground, and a tear silently dripped into the pool of blood.

Wen Shili froze for a moment, his long eyelashes drooping as he stared at his palms in a daze for a moment. Then he slowly raised his eyelids and muttered absentmindedly, "South China Sea Mermaid, why does she have tears..."

Jiang Niannian felt a pang of sadness in her heart: "So, this is Jiang Ziyu's memory, sealed in a recording stone."

Jiang Ziyou stood up and murmured, "It's like this..."

"I remember...I remember everything..."

His voice became extremely painful: "It turns out that I am just a piece of wood..."

No wonder, the master usually wouldn't let him bleed even a drop of blood.

He thought his master didn't want him to practice swordplay because he was afraid he would get hurt.

But he never thought that this would be the result.

In the eyes of the master, it doesn't matter whether he practices sword or not, or how well he practices sword, because in the end, he will die anyway.

Until today, until this moment, he knew...

It turns out that he is the nameless one.

He is also the one without a past.

He is the only one wandering rootlessly in this world...

"Brother, what on earth is going on?" Yin Ci was so anxious that he turned around and spit out: "I didn't expect that the master would be such a person. He is unworthy of being a teacher!"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and asked, "Since Jiang Ziyou died a hundred years ago... then who is this person in front of me?"

Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi looked at each other, and both of them had a knowing look on their faces.

Apparently, both of them already knew.

Jiang Niannian sighed, but ultimately couldn't bear to reveal this cruel truth. "Don't give up, you tell me."

"Okay." Yin Buqi said, "The matter is now very clear. If Wen Shili only did what is recorded in the stone, then he is not guilty, because in the general understanding of the human race, the South Sea Mermaid Wood is indeed... not a human, but a container that carries blood, flesh and essence to save lives."

He continued, "Wen Shili sealed the Demon Lord, which was a great achievement, but he did not enter the Tribulation Stage. He had clearly entered the Mahayana Stage a hundred years ago, so why hasn't he transcended the Tribulation and ascended to Heaven?"

Yin Ci's pupils shrank: "He practices the Way of Mercilessness... That's right, his Taoism is not stable! After Jiang Ziyou's death, his Taoism is not stable!"

"That's right." Yin Buqi nodded: "The South China Sea Mermaid Wood has clearly withered, but Jiang Ziyou has come back to life. I guess he used some shameful forbidden technique to revive Jiang Ziyou."

"As for the person who helped him complete this forbidden technique, it must be Shen Yu. This can explain why an unkind person like Wen Shili would agree to help him change the magic circle to reveal the truth about the extinction of the Lu clan."

As he spoke, Yin Buqi looked at the pale Jiang Ziyou, his red eyes full of scrutiny: "You actually already know what unforgivable crimes your master has committed. You want to help him hide it, right?"

The snow began to fall again.

"I..." Jiang Ziyu suppressed the fear and pain in his heart, his voice trembling.

There were footsteps coming from behind.

Everyone turned around.

In the snow and wind, Wen Shili, dressed in white and holding a long sword, walked towards them step by step.

The Mahayana cultivator walked silently, and he did it on purpose, so that they would notice his coming.

Wen Shili shook off the snow that was lightly covering his shoulders, and then rolled up his eyelashes, revealing a pair of extremely calm and extremely crazy eyes, and glanced at them indifferently.

"I'm here to take my disciple home."

Jiang Zi subconsciously took a step back and found that his heartbeat was accelerating, his palms were sweating, and even his breathing became tense. "I, I don't want to go back with you."

Wen Shili's voice lowered a little: "Where are you going?"

"There's no place for you."

Wen Shili suddenly smiled. His pale lips, stained with frost and snow, made his face look even colder and lonelier.

He said, "Why are you so anxious?"