Zhong Yi and Qin Li'en's figures both appeared in the dream.
The two of them nimbly leaped through space, quickly arriving at Gu Yun's childhood home.
Through a dusty cuju ball in the room, they once again entered that sealed-off world of memories.
"Dr. Wen, let's begin!"
Qin Li'en closed her eyes, using her spiritual sense to control the formation and send a signal outward.
The next moment,
the entire memory space began to fill with an extremely pungent, rotting stench.
Instantly, the ground shook and the sky swayed, as countless cracks appeared in the boundless black mist...
"Junior Brother Zhong, protect me!"
Qin Li'en's expression turned grim as she shouted, immediately erecting a formation to stabilize the dream world.
Zhong Yi scrambled to break apart the black mist fragments flying toward them.
Behind him, Qin Li'en's complaints about his poor reflexes came intermittently...
Before long, the dream world finally settled.
The black mist dissipated bit by bit, and the scenes in the memory gradually became clear.
"Still Gu Yun's home?"
Zhong Yi looked around curiously.
It wasn't some new location—it was still Gu Yun's childhood home.
"We have that little guy to thank for this... Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to get in."
Qin Li'en pointed at a squirrel carcass nearby, on the verge of rotting.
"Alright, time to find out what secret this memory is hiding..."
...
The two searched around the exterior of the house but found nothing unusual.
Gu Yun was happily kicking a cuju ball by the roadside.
His mother stood beside a dirt dragon, chatting with the neighbors.
"Nothing special, it seems?"
Qin Li'en rubbed her chin in confusion.
Not only was there nothing special—they hadn't even found a single memory shard carrying the memory itself!
"Hmm? Junior Brother Zhong, what are you looking at?"
Qin Li'en followed Zhong Yi's gaze and saw him staring in the direction of Gu Yun's mother.
"The dirt dragon..."
Zhong Yi frowned and muttered to himself.
He recalled the dirt dragon skull in Gu Yun's courtyard not long after, and the three holes marked by the system alert.
He felt like there was something crucial he had forgotten.
The dirt dragon...
the skull...
the holes...
Zhong Yi's eyes suddenly widened, and he slapped his forehead.
"Wait! I think I understand...!"
He suddenly remembered that when he first entered the illusion of the Moon Realm, he was on the back of a dirt dragon that had suddenly gone berserk.
At the time, Qin Li'en had complained that the disciple in charge of procurement must not have checked carefully.
She had said back then that if there were three holes in the skin of a dirt dragon's horn, it was a defective breed with an incomplete bloodline, prone to going berserk.
In other words...
Zhong Yi's breath caught as he quickly looked over at Gu Yun.
At that moment, the cuju ball had been accidentally kicked away, and young Gu Yun was stumbling after it, heading toward the dirt dragon.
The background music grew heavier and faster—
"Roar—!"
The dirt dragon let out a furious bellow and charged madly toward the cuju ball.
Then came,
the child's screams, the woman's wails, the neighbors' cries...
...
Gu Yun's mother held the blood-soaked, small Gu Yun in her arms, crying her heart out.
Watching this scene, Zhong Yi and Qin Li'en fell silent.
"How strange... The Old Master shouldn't have had this memory at the time, so why can we see it?"
Qin Li'en suddenly frowned.
"And to survive something like this—the Old Master sure has a tough life!"
"No... the Old Master didn't survive."
Zhong Yi said grimly, his voice heavy.
"What do you mean!?"
Qin Li'en widened her eyes in disbelief.
"That wasn't Gu Yun... Senior Sister, have you forgotten?"
Zhong Yi looked at Qin Li'en with some sadness.
"In Gu Yun's room, there was a double bed..."
The moment he finished speaking,
a child's shrill cry rang out:
"Brother Feng!!!"
Qin Li'en turned around and was instantly struck speechless by the sight before her.
The one speaking was another child who looked exactly like Gu Yun.
No—that was Gu Yun.
Lying in the pool of blood was a child who looked identical to Gu Yun.
Zhong Yi silently watched the scene, a trace of sorrow welling up in his heart.
"Just as I thought..."
Zhong Yi sighed.
His earlier deductions had now been confirmed.
The many peculiarities about Gu Yun now had an explanation.
...
...
The sealed memories were opened.
Zhong Yi and Qin Li'en moved forward a little further.
Everything was as Zhong Yi had speculated:
Xiao Feng was not the name of Gu Yun's maternal grandfather, but the name of Gu Yun's twin brother, Gu Feng.
Gu Feng liked pickled cucumbers, enjoyed reading Battle Through the Heavens, and dreamed of becoming a poet.
Gu Yun liked sugar-coated hawthorn skewers, enjoyed reading Journey to the West, and dreamed of becoming a doctor.
The two were close and inseparable.
Their only worry was that Gu Yun always felt his mother favored his older brother a little more.
...
Zhong Yi laid out all the information he had gathered, and Qin Li'en nodded thoughtfully.
What happened afterward was easy to understand.
Due to the dirt dragon's rampage, Gu Feng died in the accident.
Gu Yun was devastated, and from grief, he fell seriously ill.
His mother sought out Wen Qingyun, who administered a Forgetfulness Gu to Gu Yun, erasing his memories of the incident.
At the same time, consumed by longing for Gu Feng and her inherent favoritism toward him, his mother used Gu Feng's hair and flesh to distort part of Gu Yun's personality.
From childhood to adulthood, his mother instilled in Gu Yun that he liked pickled cucumbers, enjoyed reading Battle Through the Heavens, and even constantly called him "Xiao Feng"...
"His mother might have had some mental issues?"
Qin Li'en remarked with a sigh.
"Probably... The blow was too great. But she shouldn't have done that."
Zhong Yi nodded in agreement.
No matter what, twisting Gu Yun into Gu Feng—even if only partially—was wrong.
The memories continued forward.
The scene now grew more heartwarming.
It was the last Mid-Autumn Festival before Gu Feng's death.
The entire village held a grand fair, full of festive atmosphere and lively commotion.
Gu Feng and Gu Yun both got perfect scores at the ring-toss booth, arguing over who should get the toy sword prize.
In the end, their mother decided, "Gu Feng started first," and awarded it to him.
A very dissatisfied Gu Yun took the second-place prize.
Zhong Yi and Qin Li'en followed the family of three, soaking in the rare joyful atmosphere of the memory.
...
Perhaps because the pickled cucumbers were too unpalatable, Gu Yun left the dinner table early and went to play alone in the back mountain.
Little Gu Yun sat on a tree branch, looking up at the star-filled sky.
"How beautiful... If only memories could always be this wonderful," Qin Li'en murmured, gazing at the stars.
Zhong Yi looked at her in surprise, finding her a bit unfamiliar.
"What are you staring at!"
Qin Li'en shot him a fierce glare.
"Nothing."
Zhong Yi quickly shook his head and changed the subject.
"I was just thinking—although the mystery of the Old Master's background is solved, there are still many strange things..."
"Like what?"
Qin Li'en asked, puzzled.
"What was it that stopped him from joining the Nine Heavens Sect? His older brother? That can't be right, can it?"
Zhong Yi stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Apart from that, there was another point that bothered him greatly.
He had already found answers to many of Gu Yun's unusual behaviors.
But what about Lin Xi?
As the creator of this illusion, why would Lu Ze have Lin Xi act so oddly for no reason?
Could it be...
Just as Zhong Yi was deep in contemplation, a rustling sound came from the thicket behind him.
"Who's there?"
Gu Yun turned his head curiously.
Zhong Yi and Qin Li'en followed his gaze and turned around.
Not far away stood a little girl.
She had short hair, single-edged eyelids, fair skin, and a few freckles on her cheeks.
Her eyes were deep and profound—
like a night sky devoid of starlight.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
