"Master, you should have heard of the Ghost Gate. Life and death are separated by the Ghost Gate. If the Ghost Gate opens, yin and yang will be reversed. Many years ago, a Ghost Gate appeared in the world of immortal cultivation. At that time, no one knew what it was. However, as it grew larger and larger, the ghost chaos in the world of immortal cultivation began to appear and then became more and more serious. Later, it appeared in several places around the intersection of yin and yang, indicating that new Ghost Gates might form in those places. Fortunately, they were discovered in time and sealed. However, gradually, the view of the Ghost Gate in the world of immortal cultivation deviated. It was believed that if one could become the master of the Ghost Gate and control all the ghosts, then he would be omnipotent in the world of immortal cultivation. Later, candidates for the Ghost Gate emerged. Each sect trained outstanding disciples to fight against each other. The strongest would ostensibly sacrifice themselves to seal the Ghost Gate, but in reality, they would become a tool for a particular sect to control it. Candidates typically made rapid progress in their cultivation, as the losing sect's inner elixir and cultivation would be used as medicinal ingredients to guide the winning sect. I was once one of these candidates. "Master is so clever, would you like to guess what those spiritual energy clusters within me are?" Bing Nandong's gaze was obscure, perhaps due to the angle or something else, but it emanated a sinister aura that was somewhat unsettling.
Fan Zhiyi thought about the spiritual energy he had helped Bing Nandong to clear, and the scene he had seen when he was absorbing it once: "It's... those cultivators..."
"Yes." Bing Nandong took the sword from his back and looked down at it. "My mother was the last candidate who won."
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, unsure what to say. Hearing Bing Nandong speak of this for the first time, he felt a heavy weight, like a stone weighing down his heart, suffocating him. He wondered what Bing Nandong's life had been like before. He had only absorbed a single spiritual energy ball, and yet he had seen those terrifying images. So what about Bing Nandong? What did he feel when he ingested these things? He hoped he wouldn't see them.
Tianyun Sect is so abominable!
Bing Nandong went on, "The woman who appeared from the Lin family is Lin Taiyin's twin sister, Lin Juewan. Lin Taiyin is also one of the candidates for the Ghost Gate. They want me to become the master of the Ghost Gate. That's why Lin Juewan took action and injected all the ghost energy into my body, and eventually made me and Fusang God fight each other. Fusang God is indeed a product of the Lin family. I guess the Lin family wants to rebuild a master themselves and cultivate a controllable master of the Ghost Gate. In this way, the Lin family will have an unparalleled status in the world of immortal cultivation. The contest between Fusang God and me is a contest between the Lin siblings and the Lin family patriarch, and I won." Bing Nandong raised the corner of his mouth in self-mockery, "They are probably being punished by the Lin family patriarch because of the unclear death of Fusang God." What Bing Nandong didn't say was that before leaving the village, he heard Lin Juewan's voice, and she asked him to spare no effort to protect the lives of Lin Juewan and Lin Taiyin.
It's a bad deal.
"How disgusting." Bing Nandong put away the sword and no longer carried it on his back.
Honestly, the more Bing Nandong spoke, the more confused Fan Zhiyi became. After pondering for a while, he finally understood the connection: it seemed the Lin siblings were at odds with the Lin family. As for the rest, Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand.
But when he saw Bing Nandong like this, he remembered the message from Tianyun Sect just now, and he really didn't know what to do. Should he go and help Bing Nandong get the antidote back? The sect leader was not a fool. He could just threaten him with the antidote. Anyway, the antidote was in his hands, and he was the most powerful as long as he had it.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi and asked him suddenly, "How is it, Master, after hearing this, did you remember anything?"
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong, his eyes filled with anticipation. He simply couldn't tell Bing Nandong at this moment that he had no recollection of the incident. He could only change the subject: "Are these the things Zhuang Yujing always wanted to know but you refused to tell him? Why are you willing to tell me now?"
"I'll say it if I want to. This is a secret of the world of immortal cultivation. The disaster that befell Jiuwanli this time was most likely a warning to Zhuang Yujing from the sects that participated in the nomination. The village incident, coupled with his previous relentless investigation into the Ghost Clan, has already infringed upon the interests of some people."
"You actually have a pretty good relationship with Zhuang Yujing. I can see that you are very worried about Jiu Wanli's current situation."
"Who's worried about him?" Bing Nandong denied it, then glanced at Fan Zhiyi and moved closer. "Master said that if I follow you out of the Yin-Yang boundary, you will work hard to restore my memory."
"I said these things at that time..." Actually, it was just to deal with you.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't bring himself to say this: "Nandong, although Fan Zhiyi and I have the same name, I still feel..."
"Is Fan Zhiyi your real name?" Bing Nandong knew what he was going to say. He always said things he didn't like to hear, so he simply interrupted Fan Zhiyi and said, "You have forgotten the past, but it doesn't seem like you are pretending."
It wasn't fake in the first place. Fan Zhiyi muttered to himself. Oh, right, he had wanted to ask Bing Nandong a question: "Has Cen Jun's brother ever lost his memory before? Did he become completely different after losing his memory?"
"right."
Yes, this answer did not make Fan Zhiyi feel at ease, but instead dealt him a heavy blow.
As for the dog system, it was not there every time he was needed. He really wanted the system to tell him firmly that this was his first time traveling through time, he had not forgotten anything, and those were all tricks made up by the Fuso God to deceive him.
But no, the system didn't appear. Those images also deeply touched Fan Zhiyi. The truth was about to be revealed, and Fan Zhiyi felt a headache. He cut it off abruptly, sighed, and avoided thinking about it.
Come to think of it, he sighed too many times these days.
At that moment, Bing Nandong touched Fan Zhiyi's brow. "Master, if you have a headache, don't think about this. Don't be upset." His fingertips slid slowly along Fan Zhiyi's brow bone, again and again, smoothing Fan Zhiyi's frown. "In the storybooks, protagonists like Cen Jun are often inflexible and troublesome. Master, how about letting me be the protagonist? I will definitely achieve the effect you want."
Fan Zhiyi was already a little tired, and said casually: "How can I decide this?"
"Oh, so it was decided by someone else." Bing Nandong said nonchalantly.
This "someone else" could bring Fan Zhiyi into this world, yet also constrain his words and actions, and restrict everyone's identity and role... Bing Nandong couldn't think of anyone else besides Heaven. He looked at Fan Zhiyi, unconsciously caressing his cheek. He waited for a long time, testing for a long time, before he was sure it was him who had returned, that he had indeed not betrayed him.
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