Fang Xiu looked at the blankness in the eyes of the three people and realized it didn't seem like they were pretending, but that they genuinely didn't recognize him. This made him feel a little strange. Even though he had been gone for a hundred years and many of his contemporaries had died, it shouldn't be like this, neither in terms of reason nor emotion.
Back then, he founded the Spirit Master Academy and vigorously cultivated Spirit Masters. His photos and statues were everywhere in the corridors and on the walls of fame of schools across the country. Not to mention the subsequent use of Wanli Dragon City to save the Xia Kingdom, the boiling power of faith at that time was no joke.
Even if these three are new-generation spirit masters, they should have seen me before.
Furthermore, as long as one breaks through to the sixth rank, lifespan will be greatly extended. Surely, apart from Fang Moli and others, there wasn't a single sixth-rank Spirit Master from the previous era?
Has something unexpected happened in the Xia Kingdom?
"My benefactor?" the scarred woman asked, puzzled.
"It's nothing, let's go." Fang Xiu replied calmly, and followed the three of them to Xia Kingdom. He wanted to see what Xia Kingdom had become.
The three were fairly strong for a fourth-tier cultivator, and they possessed many secret techniques passed down from Zhou Qingfeng's era, such as making ghost money, paper figures, and funeral clothes.
He wasn't surprised by this. He had already opened the burial grounds to the public long ago, and the secret treasures inside were available for the people of Xia to exchange. Now, a hundred years later, these things must have become widespread.
With the three working together, the rampant snakes, insects, and monsters around them were easily eliminated, and the return journey was very smooth.
The scarred woman was puzzled: "Why are there only low-level monsters? Are we that lucky? We haven't encountered a single high-level monster?"
She glanced at Fang Xiu at the end of the line with a hint of suspicion.
The bald man said, "Isn't it a good thing that there aren't any high-level monsters? You were hoping to run into a few more S-class monsters, weren't you?"
As they spoke, they finally entered the area covered by the Dragon City, where a dazzling golden light kept the gray fog and eeriness at bay.
call.
The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm back alive!"
"No, I have to drink two jin of liquor to calm my nerves today."
The scarred woman walked over and said politely to Fang Xiu, "My benefactor, thank you for saving my life. If you don't mind, I'll treat you to a meal."
However, Fang Xiu did not reply. Instead, he stared at the city before him. If he remembered correctly, this should have been the former Beichuan City. It wasn't a first-tier metropolis, but it was at least a prefecture-level city, possessing the necessary prosperity. But now...
What he saw was a dilapidated, dirty city. Garbage was everywhere on both sides of the street, and many homeless people were squatting in the corners. Even the pedestrians on the street no longer looked glamorous. They all had ashen faces and hurried expressions.
In this strange era, he knew that technology was no longer the mainstream and might not develop much for another hundred years. After all, spirit masters were the mainstream. But now it seemed that Beichuan City was not even as good as it was a hundred years ago.
He soon noticed that in many corners of the street, people were kneeling and worshipping in front of a wooden statue, and even in the shops on both sides of the street, there were clay statues.
The statue depicts a young man with an ethereal and otherworldly appearance, his face bearing a compassionate expression, as if a deity is lovingly gazing upon all living beings.
"My benefactor?" the scarred woman asked tentatively.
"What are they worshipping?" Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out, his tone devoid of any emotion.
The three of them were immediately surprised upon hearing this.
"Of course, it's the savior of suffering, the Immortal Master Beixuan!"
"My benefactor, you don't even know about the Northern Mystic Immortal Master, do you?"
Northern Mystic Immortal Master?
Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he had a vague guess in his heart. The divine power fluctuations on Wanli Dragon City, the forgotten prophet, and the statue being worshipped now all seemed to be related to this Northern Mystic Immortal Master.
Judging from his name, he seems to be from Kyushu.
“I don’t know Master Beixuan,” he replied.
The three of them immediately looked extremely surprised and strange, as if it were an incredible thing not to know the Northern Mystic Immortal Master in the Xia Kingdom.
At this moment, the scarred woman seemed to realize something: "Benefactor, you didn't encounter something strange on the other side that could affect your memory, and that's why you've lost your memory, did you?"
The other two also suddenly realized why Fang Xiu had asked them if they knew him; it turned out he had amnesia. It was normal that he didn't recognize Master Beixuan.
"My benefactor, do you still remember your name?"
"Fang Xiu."
Fang Xiu uttered names that were once household names, even household names, to see the three men's reactions.
He guessed that his influence had most likely been replaced by the Northern Mystic Immortal Master, who might even have destroyed his portrait and statue in order to make the people of Xia forget him.
He didn't need to guess the other party's purpose to know it: to become a god!
The divine power fluctuations he sensed from Wanlilong City indicated that this person possessed a divine status but was not a true god. Considering the previous worships, it was clear that the other party had come to harvest faith.
Upon hearing the name, the three looked at each other blankly.
Have you heard of this name?
"No."
"My benefactor, don't be discouraged. Judging from your ability to drive away an S-class monster, you must be a famous expert in Xia Kingdom. With just a little inquiry, someone will surely recognize you," the scarred woman comforted her.
Fang Xiu didn't speak. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong. The portrait could be destroyed, but his own name hadn't been passed down?
It wasn't that he was arrogant, but according to common sense, after a hundred years, his name should not have been forgotten by anyone in the long river of time.
As they talked, they arrived at a restaurant called Yingxian Pavilion.
In contrast to the dilapidated state of Beichuan City, Yingxian Pavilion appeared magnificent and resplendent. At the entrance, there were not only two beautiful female greeters dressed in cheongsams, but also two iron cages made of Mind Steel placed where stone lions should have been placed, containing two B-grade monsters with human bodies and bird wings, blue faces and fangs, for people to admire.
"Hehe, Yingxian Pavilion, Sister Xia is prepared to bleed a lot this time." The bald man swallowed and grinned wickedly.
The scarred woman ignored him and respectfully invited Fang Xiu inside.
Upon entering, Fang Xiu's attention was not on the hotel's luxurious decor, but rather on the nearly three-meter-tall statue of the Northern Mystic Immortal Master placed in the center of the lobby.
Many guests, after entering the hotel, will first pay their respects in front of the statue of the Northern Mystic Immortal before going in to eat.
Even the three scarred women were no exception; regardless of their sincerity, they would still offer a simple bow upon seeing the woman.
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