Three Segments of Memory

Whatever the case may be.

This chant was definitely of crucial importance.

Perhaps the very reason the Cui and Lin families had been harming them all along was for this passage. At this thought, Yang An asked with a solemn expression, Sis, you haven't told this eight-line chant to anyone else, right?

I haven't even told your brother-in-law, so who else could I tell?

Yang Ning rolled her eyes.

Yang An solemnly urged, Sis, from now on, only the two of us can know about this. We absolutely cannot let a third person hear it.

Yang Ning hesitated for a moment: What about your brother-in-law?

Li Yan was family, just like Yang Ning.

He could be trusted.

There would be no harm in telling him, but...

Yang An spoke with a heavy tone, It is better not to tell brother-in-law. The two of us have already implicated him far too much. In the event that the people targeting us really are after this chant, if brother-in-law knows nothing, he might still have a chance of survival.

Yang Ning felt this made sense and let out a sorrowful sigh.

Yang An smiled and comforted her, With me here, I will definitely protect you and brother-in-law!

Looking at her younger brother, who was now more than a head taller than her.

Yang Ning gently touched his face and said softly, My silly Erlang, sister wants you to protect yourself more.

Having shared what she knew.

Unable to be of any more help, Yang Ning did not disturb Yang An any further and went back to her room with Li Yan to rest.

Clinging to Yang An and insisting on sleeping in the same room as him, Manman followed Yang An back into the room.

Holding the snacks she had bought.

She sat beside Yang An, munching away loudly.

From time to time, she would steal a glance at the serious-looking Yang An.

Even though Yang An had no impression of this chant whatsoever.

It did not matter.

With the talent of the Demon Lord Tai Sui and the maxed-out comprehension buff from the Fierce God's Might, Yang An only had to silently recite it in his heart a few times before he basically understood all of it.

It seemed to be a Foundation Establishment cultivation method.

However, it was not complete; it only had a beginning and was missing a large half at the end. Yang An happened to have first-grade and second-grade Foundation Establishment materials on hand, and he was itching to try cultivating this chant.

But he was also worried about the potential risks involved.

After all, his brother-in-law had never mentioned any Foundation Establishment chant, and the Dog Woman had only given him Foundation Establishment materials without ever mentioning a cultivation method.

Logically speaking.

Normal Foundation Establishment only required swallowing these heaven and earth spiritual items.

Refining them to temper the body would be enough.

There was no such thing as a cultivation method. Who knew if practicing this chant would cause something to go horribly wrong?

Yang An hesitated for a moment.

He thought to himself: If it truly was these few lines of chant that attracted the mastermind's persecution of the Yang family, then this chant must be incredibly important. It might even be a top-tier cultivation method in this world.

No one would be bored enough to fight over a piece of dog shit, right?

If it really was a treasure, a god-level cultivation method capable of cultivating a top-tier dharma idol, wouldn't leaving it unpracticed be like guarding a mountain of gold without realizing it!?

Flames ignited in Yang An's eyes as he tightly clenched his fists.

Take a gamble!

If he won the bet, he would have a life of luxury and endless beauties!

If he lost, he would just continue clinging to the Dog Woman's thigh!

Either way, he wouldn't lose out!

Let's do this!

However, he couldn't just dive in recklessly. Yang An turned to look at Manman beside him and smiled, Manman, can you help stand guard for me later?

Manman's cheeks bulged like a little squirrel.

Hearing Yang An speak to her.

She quickly chewed the snacks in her mouth, swallowed the dried meat and candied fruit, blinked her big eyes, and asked crisply, What does standing guard mean?

It means if something looks wrong when I am practicing my martial arts, you wake me up.

Then when does it count as something looking wrong?

Yang An: ...

A high-end task like standing guard was still far too difficult for this little dummy.

Yang An could not help but pinch the bridge of his nose with a headache, setting a hard rule: "Remember, four hours. If I haven't woken up after four hours, you must do everything you can to wake me up. Use any means necessary!"

Manman finally understood.

She stuffed another piece of mung bean cake into her mouth and nodded her little head vigorously.

Yang An stopped wasting time and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He opened the jade box.

And swallowed the Earth Spirit Fruit inside in two or three bites.

Beside him, Manman was practically crying from craving.

Even if she craved it, he wouldn't give it to her. Yang An silently recited the incantation and began to cultivate. Following the method of circulating blood and qi in the incantation, he attempted to guide the medicinal power of the Earth Spirit Fruit to temper his entire body.

Then, something strange happened.

It was clearly Yang An's first time cultivating this incantation. He had even found it obscure and difficult to understand when he heard it from Yang Ning. However, once he started cultivating, his body felt unusually familiar with this cultivation method!

It required almost no deliberate guidance.

With just a slight pull, the medicinal power of the Earth Spirit Fruit surged through his meridians at high speeds, like a train on a well-planned railway track. Wherever it passed, he actually felt a wondrous sensation of revisiting an old place!

He didn't even need to control it.

Driven by the incantation, the blood, qi, flesh, and bones of his entire body began to automatically accept the tempering of the medicinal power.

Yang An felt as if his whole body was soaking in a hot spring.

Or floating in mid-air.

He had no leverage anywhere around him, yet he felt incomparably comfortable, as if he had returned to the state of being enveloped in amniotic fluid in his mother's womb.

His five senses gradually became isolated from the outside world.

As Yang An sank into deep cultivation, he was completely unaware that Manman, who was sitting beside him, had long since thrown away the candied fruits, mung bean pastries, and other snacks in her arms.

Her black jewel-like eyes were staring intently at Yang An.

Drool was pouring down!

The drool flowed like a waterfall, and her two small hands couldn't wipe it all away no matter how hard she tried. In Manman's mind, two little figures had even split off, one white and one black, arguing endlessly.

The black little figure swallowed its saliva: "Yang An smells so good! Manman should eat Yang An!"

The white little figure stopped it: "No! Yang An belongs to the princess, you can't eat him!"

"No one will know if we eat him secretly."

"That still won't do! Yang An is a good person. Yang An gave Manman things to eat!"

The black little figure pleaded, its mouth full of drool: "Then just a lick, just one lick. A lick doesn't count as eating!"

"A lick really doesn't count as eating."

The white little figure hesitated.

The black little figure hurriedly hugged it, tempting: "Just one lick, really just one lick! Doesn't Manman want a lick? Yang An smells so good, better than anything else!"

The white little figure also couldn't help but swallow its saliva.

"Then... just one lick?"

With the white little figure persuaded, Manman jumped off the stool, climbed up Yang An's trouser leg onto his body, and leaned her drooling little head toward the side of his face.

Meanwhile, Yang An was completely ignorant of all this.

As his cultivation grew deeper and deeper.

When Yang An began to establish his foundation with his flesh and blood, condensing a second-grade Dao Foundation within his dantian, he unexpectedly discovered that he already had a Dao Foundation inside his body! It was just that the Dao Foundation was completely dilapidated, as if it had been shattered by someone!

"What is going on?"

"Why do I have a Dao Foundation?" Yang An was greatly shocked. However, before he could recover from his shock, a sudden burst of intense pain emanated from between his eyebrows, and agony also spread from his dantian.

It felt as if his entire being had suddenly shattered!

Could there be a problem with this cultivation method? Did something really go wrong!?

He didn't dare to continue cultivating any further.

Yang An had no time to think and hurriedly tried to stop circulating his cultivation technique. But then a fatal problem arose: he had actually lost control over the technique. He couldn't stop cultivating at all and was unable to awaken from his meditative trance.

Within his dantian.

Between his eyebrows.

The pain in both areas continued to intensify. Feeling as if his spirit was about to shatter, Yang An cursed inwardly, What is Manman doing? Why hasn't she woken me up yet!

At this moment, Manman had climbed onto Yang An's body.

Just as she was about to lick his face, she noticed Yang An's complexion suddenly turn deathly pale. His teeth were grinding loudly, and the veins on his forehead bulged alongside a torrential downpour of sweat. His aura was completely in chaos.

She pursed her lips.

Reaching out her small hand, she pressed it against Yang An's spiritual platform. As a surge of true essence was injected, Yang An's near-collapsing spirit stabilized slightly.

Just as he took a deep breath.

Seizing the opportunity to break free from his cultivation, Yang An suddenly heard an old yet robust voice.

"A perfect Foundation Establishment at just six years old!"

"What a good little brat, truly worthy of being my seed! Your grandfather didn't dote on you in vain! Hahaha!"

The voice was somewhat familiar and held a touch of warmth.

Yang An felt like he had heard it somewhere before. Enduring the tearing pain between his eyebrows, he tried to recall. However, the moment he stirred his thoughts, he was pulled into a memory.

In the memory.

A fortified village situated at the mouth of a river.

A large crowd of beaming, joyous people stood around. In the center of the crowd was a grandfatherly figure in his fifties. He was tall and burly, with a thick, scruffy jet-black beard. He didn't look old in the slightest; instead, his eyes burned like two balls of fire.

He exuded a fierce and valiant aura!

He jubilantly held a five- or six-year-old Yang An.

Lifting him high into the air.

Laughing heartily, he boasted to a group of subordinates, "That son of a bitch Emperor of Great Xia merely had a granddaughter who reached Foundation Establishment at five, and he started bragging to the high heavens, even claiming she brought the auspicious sign of a descending phoenix! Pah! As if she's worthy!"

"Can she compare to my grandson?"

"A perfect Foundation Establishment at six years old, such talent is unprecedented across the ages! You'd be hard-pressed to find another even if you scoured all the ancient tomes!"

"Hahaha! The heavens bless my Li family!"

"Birthing such a Qilin son, once he grows up, he will inevitably overthrow that damn Great Xia and snatch that dog emperor's worthless throne!"

The old man rubbed his steel-needle-like beard.

Tickling little Yang An's face, he said, "Good grandson, when you grow a little older, Grandpa will get you a Dharma Idol, alright?" Little Yang An giggled happily. Upon hearing the words Dharma Idol, his eyes lit up and he said, "Okay!"

Watching this scene as a bystander.

Yang An clutched his throbbing head and said, "Who is this old man? Why did he say he's my grandfather? Isn't my surname Yang? What exactly is going on with this memory?!"

As his doubts swirled, the scene shifted.

Little Yang An had grown a bit older. He was standing amidst a sea of fire, with dozens of people closing in to besiege and kill him.

Little Yang An was completely fearless.

"Divine Idol Demon Eye! Open!"

With a loud shout, a blood-red eye strikingly flickered in the split between his eyebrows, darting around wildly.

The eye's demonic light swept across.

The flesh and blood of his attackers were ground away. Everyone was horrified and hastily activated their Divine Idols to resist!

"The Demon Eye is powerful, but he can't possibly use it forever!"

"The other rebels can be let go! We must kill him! This little beast's talent is too high. If we let him escape, there will be endless trouble in the future!"

"Don't be afraid! He's just a child! Everyone, hunt him down!"

Little Yang An flew into a rage. "Hunt me down! Try it if you have the guts!"

[Offending Tai Sui] suddenly activated!

Empowered by a tenfold increase in combat strength, little Yang An pushed off the ground and soared into the air. The scarlet, bloody might of the Demon Eye dyed the sky behind him red!

A dark red demonic light.

It suddenly burst forth from the center of his brow like a sharp sword, slashing through the crowd hunting him down along the way.

Those who were slow on their feet were instantly decapitated, their blood spraying through the air.

Others were sliced in half at the waist, their intestines spilling out.

Even those who were fast had their limbs severed!

Under the demonic light, the ground was littered with severed limbs! The slaughter created rolling rivers of crimson blood! Little Yang An stood suspended in mid-air, his black hair dancing wildly. He laughed uproariously, looking like a young, unformed worldly deity of destruction!

Just as he was about to pursue and slaughter the rest of them.

A golden light tore through the crimson sky behind him. The hairs on Little Yang An's body stood on end, and just as he turned his head.

He was struck by a radiantly golden hand.

It crushed his four limbs!

It shattered his perfect Dao foundation. With blood pouring out from his entire body, Little Yang An instantly plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Little Yang An struggled, trying to get up.

The crowd hunting him parted like flowing water. A young man with a pink hairpin flower in his hair floated out, carrying an emerald jade bamboo staff on his shoulder.

The jade bamboo glowed with a brilliant luster.

It could lengthen or shorten, acting like both a staff and a whip. He lightly raised his hand, and the jade bamboo fell, breaking Little Yang An's spine. Then, the white-clad young man walked over, his feet never touching the ground. "Do not blame anyone, and do not hold any resentment. It is not something that belongs to you; tainting it was your greatest mistake."

After saying that.

The young man smiled as he gouged out the demonic eye from the center of Little Yang An's brow, leaving his forehead dripping with blood!

Watching this memory.

Intense pain and unwillingness surged into Yang An's heart, even the agony of having his demonic eye gouged out.

He experienced it all over again.

Clutching his head that felt as if it were splitting apart, Yang An let out low growls. "What is going on? What are these memories!!?"

"Who exactly am I!"

"And who exactly are they?! Why did they harm me!?"

At this moment, a third memory struck him like a tidal wave.

In a study filled with the scent of brewing tea.

His grandfather sat by the table studying an old, yellowed ancient book. A four or five-year-old Little Yang An climbed up his trouser leg.

Tugging at his beard, he asked, "Grandpa, what is this book? Why do you read it every day?"

The old grandfather closed the nameless book.

Holding Yang An, he chuckled and said, "This is a damn powerful cultivation method. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a mighty figure called the Overlord. Relying on this cultivation method, he condensed a peerless Dharma Idol and roamed the world, invincible in the mortal realm."

"That's so amazing!"

"Grandpa has been reading it for so long, are you also invincible in the world now?"

The old grandfather blew his beard and glared.

With a thud.

He raised his hand and flicked Little Yang An on the head. "You little brat! Why bring up the one thing that annoys me! If I had mastered it, I would have beaten the crap out of that son of a bitch Emperor of Great Xia long ago!"

"I'd make your dad the Crown Prince, and you the Holy Grandson!"

"We'd drink heavily! Eat meat in huge bites! And divide gold and silver by the large scales!"

"We could do whatever we want! And beat up whoever we want!"

"That favorite little granddaughter of the Emperor of Great Xia, what's her name, Anle, we'd snatch her to be your bandit wife. Wouldn't that be beautiful?"

"Why the hell would we be eating chaff and vegetables in this water stronghold every day?"

"Suffering the bullshit grievances of these birdmen!"

Little Yang An ignored this and covered his forehead, asking in surprise, "Is there really a cultivation method in this world that Grandpa can't master?"

The old grandfather's robust voice fell silent.

After a long while.

He sighed and said, "Because there is a group of people high and mighty above us who refuse to allow anyone to master this cultivation method."

"Then those people must be scared! They don't let others master this cultivation method because they're afraid!"

Little Yang An said matter-of-factly, lifting his small face.

The old man froze for a moment.

Then he laughed heartily and boldly, You little bastard actually have some good comprehension! Grandpa did not dote on you for nothing! That is right, that is absolutely right! They were indeed scared! Scared to their very bones!

Grandpa, little Yang An tugged at the old man's beard and swung it non-stop, I want to practice this cultivation method! I can definitely master it. Will grandpa teach me? Teach me, grandpa!

Alright! Grandpa will teach you. If you fucking cannot learn it, I will definitely beat your ass until it blooms. The old man smiled and opened the dark yellow ancient tome.

Starting from the very first page.

He read it word by word to little Yang An sitting on his lap.

Yang An, who was observing this memory from the sidelines, was shocked! A cultivation method passed down from ancient times! And one that was feared by countless experts!

Hearing this key information.

Although Yang An did not know exactly where these memories came from or what was going on, he did not have time to overthink it. A fortuitous encounter that could change his destiny was right in front of him!

He hastily forced himself to stay focused.

Enduring the agonizing pain that threatened to tear his consciousness apart, he set aside his heart full of unwillingness and suffering, and listened intently.

Then, Yang An realized something.

The first few lines of the incantation in that nameless ancient tome were exactly the same as what his sister had told him!

As expected, those few lines of incantation were merely the beginning!

There was more content after that!

Suppressing his excitement, Yang An continued to listen. Soon, from the mouth of this foul-mouthed old man, he obtained the complete Foundation Establishment incantation!

And that was not all.

After the old man finished reading the Foundation Establishment chapter's incantation, the observing Yang An saw him turn to a page that clearly displayed three words: Divine Aspect Chapter!

Yang An's heart pounded wildly!

Could it be the condensation method for the peerless Dharma Idol cultivated by that Overlord from the ancient era! Could it be a complete Dharma Idol sequence!

It must be!

Otherwise, why would it be so feared by others!

Yang An held his breath, gathered all his focus, and stared at the old man's rough fingers turning the page. Just as he was about to see the content of the Divine Aspect Chapter...

Crack.

The memory fragment shattered like a mirror.

It turned into specks of light and scattered.

His mental energy having reached its limit, Yang An opened his eyes dizzily. He looked at his own small room, and looked at Manman sitting on his lap.

After being stunned for a moment, he flew into a rage.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

Fuck!

Cliffhanger dog!

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Can I take a day off tomorrow~