His voice trembled as he asked the question.
Li Xi walked slowly closer, stopping a few steps away from Situ Feng, her eyes becoming unusually serious.
"You are the third son of the eldest son of the Xuanming Sect's leader, originally named Li Yang, and you are my cousin!"
Li Xi's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Situ Feng's heart and leaving him stunned for a long time.
Disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"This is impossible!" Situ Feng muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief. "You must be trying to get some information out of me, deliberately trying to deceive me!"
As if drawn by an invisible force, he involuntarily took a step forward, wanting to get more answers from Li Xi.
Seeing this, Li Xi sighed softly and took out a slightly old jade pendant from his bosom.
The jade pendant's color had faded somewhat, but it still exuded an antique charm.
She handed the jade pendant to Situ Feng and said slowly, "When the Xuanming Sect was in trouble, you were just a ten-year-old child. You secretly took your servants and went on a trip, which is how you escaped the calamity. Later, something happened that caused you to lose your memory, and you were eventually taken back to the Red Lotus Sect by the sect leader. I found this jade pendant in my uncle's courtyard."
Situ Feng took the jade pendant and examined it carefully.
On the jade pendant was carved a lifelike little monkey, so vivid it seemed about to leap out. He felt a splitting headache and an unbearable heartache.
Li Xi continued, "This little monkey must be your zodiac animal, right? It seems this jade pendant was probably left to you by your uncle."
Situ Feng gripped the jade pendant tightly, his body trembling slightly from the force.
Then, Li Xi told Situ Feng some things about the Xuanming Sect.
It turned out that the Hidden Sect members found villagers who had moved away from the villages near the Xuanming Sect and obtained important information from them.
According to the villagers, after the Xuanming Sect was massacred, people from the surrounding area went to the mountains to search for treasure. Some people saw the Third Young Master, but he disappeared shortly afterward.
When these things were mentioned, other villagers also recalled seeing the Third Young Master leave years ago, and when asked, they said he was traveling.
Situ Feng's face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly.
I wanted to say something, but found my throat dry and I couldn't make a sound.
Why did he feel such excruciating pain upon hearing this?
Those vague fragments of memory, like dust swept up by the wind, gradually became clearer in his mind.
Situ Feng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart. "Then why do you think it's me?"
If he really is Li Yang, then what does it mean that he has recognized the murderer as his father all these years?
"Do you still remember your former attendant?" Li Xi asked in a deep voice.
Situ Feng's heart tightened suddenly.
He Bo took care of him since he was a child. The leader of the Red Lotus Sect said he was his father, but he rarely lived with him and always said he was busy.
A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of urgency and unease.
"What?! Uncle He...where is he? I need to see him!" Situ Feng's eyes widened as he asked anxiously.
He hadn't seen Uncle He since he last met Li Xi. A sense of foreboding welled up inside him.
“He is no longer alive…” Li Xi said in a heavy tone.
She slowly took out a yellowed piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to the man.
"What is this?" He took the paper with a puzzled look, unfolded it, and saw that it was covered with dense writing.
“This is a letter Uncle He left for you,” Li Xi explained, her voice trembling slightly.
Situ Feng gripped the letter tightly, his eyes quickly scanning each line of text.
The contents of the letter shocked him. It turned out that the cult leader, fearing that Uncle He would reveal his true identity, had cruelly tried to kill him. However, surprisingly, Uncle He miraculously survived.
"How could this happen..." he muttered to himself, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, crumpling the letter into a ball.
He couldn't accept this fact. Uncle He had been with him throughout his childhood, like family. Now, upon learning that he had been brutally murdered, he was heartbroken.
Situ Feng's eyes reddened, and an overwhelming hatred surged into his heart. It crashed against his reason and mind like a tidal wave, making him unable to hold on any longer. His vision went black, and he fainted to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Li Xi was startled and quickly waved to signal the people around her to step forward and help Situ Feng.
Anyone would be devastated to learn that they have been kept in the dark for years, and even mistaken for a thief.
Now that Li Xi knew that Situ Feng was the only bloodline of the Xuanming Sect, he naturally could not sit idly by.
Although the cult leader committed unforgivable crimes, he was not directly involved in these atrocities.
On the contrary, he actively raised funds to establish the Ren Shan Tang, providing help and shelter to many people.
Therefore, the emperor tacitly allowed Li Xi to take him away, and the cult leader has yet to find anything. Perhaps he has some important clues.
Li Xi took him back to Tingfeng Courtyard.
He lay on the bed, pale-faced and frowning, seemingly still waging a silent battle with the pain and anger within him.
"Lan'er, is he alright?"
Meng Zhelan finished taking his pulse, gently lowered her hand, and frowned slightly: "Although the pulse is erratic, it is not serious. It is probably due to the recent great changes that have caused him to be emotionally unsettled. I will prescribe a calming and tranquilizing medicine for him, which should gradually alleviate the symptoms. However, a mental illness requires a mental cure, and he needs to slowly untangle the knot in his heart himself."
Upon hearing this, Li Xi felt a mix of emotions.
For the next few days, Situ Feng stayed in his room, refusing to see anyone.
"Situ Feng, the sect leader has suffered a crushing defeat and fled, but I know he must have other schemes behind it. Our Li family's blood feud remains unavenged, and yet you..."
As she spoke, her voice trembled slightly. She didn't know when it had started, but she had come to feel the same way as the original owner of this body.
"I...I'm a sinner!" he murmured to himself. "Grandfather, father, mother, I..."
Situ Feng's voice was low and hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out of his chest with difficulty, carrying endless self-blame and despair.
He closed his eyes tightly, tears welling up in them, but he stubbornly held them back.
The room was so quiet that only the occasional sound of the wind outside the window and his heavy breathing could be heard.
When Li Xi saw this, she didn't know how to refute it for a moment.
She slowly approached the bedside, her face filled with surprise and doubt, and said, "You really remember?"
Situ Feng slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Li Xi and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to them, and even more sorry to you, little sister."
He slept for two days, and when he woke up, he remembered all the things that had happened in the past.
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