"How much?" Yang Wennan asked himself.
Like them, he was born with memories, but he was different because his memories were not of one or two lifetimes, but of thirteen lifetimes.
Furthermore, if he doesn't reconcile with himself, he might, a hundred years later, either possess another body or be born naturally to usher in his fifteenth incarnation. Although his memories might be lost, he would eventually remember everything from the past.
Yang Wennan knew that if it weren't for Wang Xi's deception, he would likely have been buried somewhere in the Qianyan Imperial Palace along with his thirteenth incarnation.
"You tell me, they returned with memories of two lifetimes, so why didn't they become corrupted? Don't they feel confused?"
Ling Yi is a child, Yang Wennan knows that, but he just wants to ask this extraordinary child a question.
Because deep down he felt that Ling Yi knew the answer.
"Perhaps someone helped them!"
Once the wolves realized they couldn't get through and were easily injured, they stopped running towards Yang Wennan and his group.
Ling Yi coldly stared at the pack of wolves, licked his dry lips, and said expressionlessly, "Senior brother, the wind is picking up."
Yang Wennan raised her face, and the wind blowing on her face felt like a knife that had just been dipped in a cold spring, chilling her to the bone.
"It seems to be the owner of the snow, who is very far away."
"Is that so?" Ling Yi hugged his knees, climbed down the tree trunk, and squatted on the ground, drawing haphazardly. He looked at the snow spreading out in a circle on the ground. "Senior brother, will you save those people?"
"Then tell me first why you wanted to kill that person?"
Ling Yi hesitated for a moment, then said, "It seems like I know them, but I have bad memories of them. I don't want to recall those bad memories."
"Will you make a move? If you do, your senior brother will." Yang Wennan had a faint smile on his lips.
At this moment, Ling Yi felt disgusted by him, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous. He was still a child and couldn't beat him.
"Junior brother, how much of the past do you remember?"
Ling Yi blinked, his big eyes blinking innocently as always.
He stared at the blood flowing beneath his toes and said, "I don't know what my senior brother is talking about, and I don't know who I am. I only know one thing: I will stand in front of Master when he is in trouble."
"When did Master have the accident?" he demanded.
His tone was aggressive, unlike Yang Wennan who was usually unassuming and uncompetitive. Instead, it was as if he still had that fierce, unyielding spirit when he first entered the Xuanyun Sect.
"It was my master who chose me, not me who chose her."
"So?" Yang Wennan raised his face, listening intently to the sounds on the ground. He knew Ling Yi was about to leave, and a smile played on his lips. "What will you do?"
Ling Yi took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and said helplessly, "What else can I do? Thank you for taking care of me, Senior Brother! You just wanted to see me make a move, didn't you?"
"Yes." Yang Wennan's smile widened. "Junior brother is truly exceptionally intelligent."
"Senior brother, you must remember that I am still a child. You can't bully me like this." Ling Yi bit his lip and walked straight out of the barrier set up by Yang Wennan, as if that transparent barrier did not exist at all. "I can barely be considered half a Soul Clan member! Don't worry, with the two of us here, Cang Jie will definitely recognize the current Senior Brother Qiao as his master."
"Thank you." Yang Wennan remained seated, not moving.
"If I didn't realize this place was unusual, would my senior brother think I'm stupid?"
"Anyone can tell there's something wrong with this place. It's because I, a lame blind man, led the way and was forced into this predicament but didn't say I wanted to leave. Doesn't that tell others that this place holds what we're looking for in our trials?"
Ling Yi pursed his lips, looking utterly hopeless, and walked towards the battlefield. "...Oh."
"Get out of here! Are you out of your mind?!" Lan Yezhou swept over in one stride, picked up Ling Yi, and rolled him on the ground.
A hungry wolf pounced on the spot where he had been standing. Lu Feiyu wielded her sword and slashed down with her palm, instantly splitting the wolf in two.
Ling Yi blinked, remaining motionless. Lan Yezhou thought he was stunned by fear. "It's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid."
"I..." Ling Yi was about to say that he wasn't afraid, but Lan Yezhou's motherly and inquisitive gaze scared him back. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Your senior brother is really something, why doesn't he take care of you?"
Lan Yezhou glanced at the people under the tree and then saw the walking stick standing beside Yang Wennan. She gave him a sharp rap on the head. "You too, your senior brother is not taking good care of you now, and you are still running around everywhere."
Ling Yi opened his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the wolf. It wasn't that he was afraid, but rather that his purpose in coming out was to use himself as bait to lure the live wolves to Yang Wennan. He hadn't expected that someone would suddenly appear and do more harm than good.
"Forget it, forget it, why bother arguing with a child like you?" Lan Yezhou glanced at Lu Feiyu, who was busy on the field, and carried Ling Yi towards Yang Wennan.
After entering the illusion, he and Lu Feiyu quickly reunited by using the marks they left behind. Later, they gathered all the people from the Xuan Yun Sect. Due to the snowstorm, there were also many people from other sects in the group.
The reason they came here was because the birds of prey seemed to be frightened and were fleeing their original nests, heading this way. However, by the time they followed the tracks, the wild beasts had long since disappeared from the road.
All that could be seen were a few trial disciples engaged in a fierce battle. If Ling Yi hadn't been small and unique among these disciples, Lan Yezhou wouldn't have recognized that there were actually people from their Xuan Yun Sect here.
“Yang Wennan, you used to be a big shot, but now…” Lan Yezhou clicked his tongue, “Now your legs are crippled and you’re blind, but, but you can’t be so despondent! If your junior brother hadn’t arrived in time, he would probably be eaten by now.”
Ling Yimo stood to the side doing nothing, only staring at his feet. His white shoes had been out for a while and were now quite dirty.
He's really obsessed!
Yang Wennan was equally puzzled, and the two communicated telepathically: "You didn't bring a single one?"
"No." Ling Yi sighed like a little adult. "Senior brother, you know, I'm not capable enough right now, so I have to guide it myself."
"Alright!" Yang Wennan said helplessly, "Did he come in with you?"
"right."
"Push him out!"
"……good."
Lan Yezhou was still criticizing Yang Wennan, "Old Yang, I'm not trying to be mean, but even if you're useless now, you're still a sixth-rank person. Surely you can take care of your junior brother! Otherwise, you'd be like a useless person."
"Senior Brother Lan," Ling Yi tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to be quiet, "why don't you go save them?"
Lan Yezhou glanced at the changes on the field. The demonic beasts were all rushing towards this area, and they were unknowingly surrounded again.
Many disciples died at Moyun Cave, and only three are still alive. Two of them have memories of their past lives, and the other should be their senior brother. All three are injured.
"Okay! I'm going out! You better not wander off!"
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