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Under the request of Spirit Sword Destiny, Xu Xiaofei brought out the Xuan Zhen Jing.
"I've heard of this book; it is an introductory text on Dao cultivation compiled by a founder of the Xiaoyao Sect," Spirit Sword Destiny said.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, if you want to join the immortal sect, you should read this book carefully and see how much you can comprehend. I can discuss it with you as well. Han Daozhang thinks your aptitude is decent, so he might just take you in," Spirit Sword Destiny continued. "I want to hear you read this book because I also have the desire to seek a master and cultivate. Opportunities for immortal fate are not easy to come by, and we have a good chance right in front of us."
"Then we should read it," Xu Xiaofei's expression became much more serious.
He sat at the head of the bed, reading word by word for Spirit Sword Destiny. Although he might stumble over some unfamiliar characters and need Spirit Sword Destiny to teach him, he actually read quite smoothly. After each section, they would discuss it together. Spirit Sword Destiny remained calm on the surface but was secretly alarmed. For someone of his level, understanding an introductory text on Dao cultivation was naturally no problem, yet Xu Xiaofei could independently grasp seventy or eighty percent... perhaps even more without anyone explaining it to him.
Such talent, if left unchecked, would surely become a formidable adversary.
Fortunately, he still had the advantage of foresight. He had already formed a rough idea on how to deal with Xu Xiaofei and just needed to refine it further.
As they continued reading and discussing, time passed unknowingly.
"Take a break and have some water; I can see your throat is dry from reading," Spirit Sword Destiny said.
"Okay." Xu Xiaofei put down the book. He used his index finger to hook the ear of the water jar, poured himself a bowl, and then handed one to Spirit Sword Destiny.
Then, like a heroic drinker, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one go.
His high ponytail swayed gently behind him.
"You read a lot; do you think with my aptitude, Xiaoyao Sect would accept me?" Xu Xiaofei asked.
"I think there shouldn't be any problem," Spirit Sword Destiny replied. "From what I heard in your explanations earlier, you have quite a bit of spirit. If they don't accept you, it would be like the sun rising from the west."
The sun certainly won't rise from the west, and the original plot won't easily change. Xu Xiaofei's future sect will be the Xiaoyao Sect.
"Thank you for your kind words," Xu Xiaofei said. "You will definitely be able to stay as well, and then we'll become Shidi again. By the way, how old are you this year? Can I be your Shixiong?"
"Twenty-one. And you?"
"I... this year..." Such a simple question left Xu Xiaofei stunned. He thought for a moment and shook his head, "I forgot."
He wasn't pretending; he genuinely couldn't remember.
"Since you don't remember, you'll just have to be my Shidi," Spirit Sword Destiny laughed.
"Can I refuse?"
"No."
"Alright," Xu Xiaofei said without much hesitation, "If the Xiaoyao Sect accepts us both, then you will be my Shixiong. As a Shixiong, of course, the Shidi should listen well."
"You mean that if you're older than me, I should listen to you? If you go east, I shouldn't dare go west?"
"Not exactly," Xu Xiaofei replied. "If I'm the Shixiong and you're the Shidi, I will definitely take good care of you. Any difficulties should be borne by the Shixiong first." He seemed worried that Spirit Sword Destiny would latch onto his words again, so he quickly added, "Of course, that's just me. How you want to be a Shixiong is up to you. If I get into trouble, don't cover for me; let me suffer a bit to learn my lesson. I'm someone who doesn't learn easily, so this would be better for me!"
"You have quite the self-awareness," Spirit Sword Destiny chuckled.
After studying for a while longer, Spirit Sword Destiny sent Xu Xiaofei back to rest.
Watching him close the door behind him, Spirit Sword Destiny's eyes held a thoughtful expression as he suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
"What is it?" Xu Xiaofei turned to ask him.
"Do you know someone named Yun Shaohui?"
"Who is Yun Shaohui?"
"He is an old friend of mine. I haven't heard from him in many years," Spirit Sword Destiny said. "He looks a lot like you, almost like the same person."
Xu Xiaofei was taken aback.
"Yun Shaohui, Yun Shaohui..." he murmured the name, repeating it several times. After a while, he finally shook his head slowly. "No, I can't remember anything."
Spirit Sword Destiny observed his expression and already had a hunch.
"That's really unfortunate," he said, showing genuine regret on his face. "I thought you were him. I still remember he had a birthmark the size of a grain of rice on his right elbow."
Xu Xiaofei instantly showed a look of shock!
"You are..." He rolled up his sleeve. His skin was smooth, muscles taut, and indeed there was a birthmark the size of a black bean on his right elbow.
"Could it be that you really are him?" Spirit Sword Destiny was also surprised. "I didn't dare to recognize you outright because you don't seem to remember me. It seems you've completely forgotten me..."
"I haven't! How could I?" Xu Xiaofei suddenly retorted anxiously. "I've forgotten my own name and age, but I haven't completely forgotten you!" He looked down at the birthmark again and smiled, though the smile carried a hint of melancholy. "Actually, I've wanted to remember you for a long time; I just didn't dare to acknowledge it. I've lost my memory and can't recall anything from before."
Just as he thought... Spirit Sword Destiny mused inwardly.
From Xu Xiaofei's words and actions, he had sensed this point vaguely. After all, not many people could forget their own age; Xu Xiaofei wasn't old enough to have lost all his teeth. Xu Xiaofei had also forgotten someone—a person who resembled him somewhat and had a scar on his chest. That person seemed extremely important to him; why would he mistake such an important person? If they were childhood friends, their appearances would indeed change significantly over time, but the emotions he displayed were too intense for that of an old childhood friend.
Xu Xiaofei mentioned in the past that he had been wandering while doing odd jobs to save up for travel expenses. There was no mention of anything before that; his origins, background, and parents were all a blank, as if he had sprung from a crack in a rock.
No one truly springs from a crack in a rock, without parents or relatives.
“Yun Shaohui, was your name once Yun Shaohui?” Xu Xiaofei turned back and sat by his bedside. “Unfortunately, even if you tell me your name, I still can’t remember anything. What was I like when you met me? What happened between us?”
Of course, he wouldn’t be able to remember anything. The name Yun Shaohui was merely made up by Spirit Sword Destiny.
As for that birthmark, it wouldn’t be difficult for someone with keen eyesight to notice, especially since he had come wearing a robe last time.
Spirit Sword Destiny knew that when he saw the flame scar on his chest, he had already entertained such thoughts, which is why he believed so firmly in his own magic.
“Since you’ve forgotten, why should I bring it up again? We had a good relationship back then but went through misfortune together; I don’t want to revisit those matters,” Spirit Sword Destiny said. “Rather than being tied down by the past, we might as well get to know each other anew and become new friends. That way, we will both feel much better.”
Xu Xiaofei quietly looked at him.
“Alright,” after a long time, he finally spoke. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t press you. Although I can’t remember anything clearly, I do have a vague impression of your misfortunes. It’s my fault… I watched you die right in front of me… Thankfully, you didn’t really die. Was it me having a nightmare or is my memory confused? Regardless, it’s good that you’re alive.”
“This time, even if it costs me my life, I won’t let you die again.”
He was serious.
There seemed to be tears in his eyes… He blinked and smiled gently.
Xu Xiaofei was sent away again.
Spirit Sword Destiny didn’t want to recall what he had said during his confession either.
He sensed that he had fallen into a malicious trap that had been set up, and his current treatment was likely similar to that of a Playable Character.
Xu Xiaofei mistook him for someone else, thinking he was just an old friend.
Reflecting on his earlier words and the expression he had at the time, it was clear that it was definitely more than just an ordinary friendship.
It felt like a deeply engraved emotion.
Strangely, the protagonist in the game was just an ordinary boy from the countryside, and his past should have been quite simple, as there were no hints or follow-ups regarding his background in the game. Now that the setting had changed, would certain plotlines also change?
He needed to think a bit more.
Spirit Sword Destiny let out a soft sigh.
The moonlight illuminated the windowsill, and a figure seemed to appear before him... weary in expression yet possessing an unmatched authority.
When he left the Evil Sect, the leader had just entered seclusion.
He wondered how the leader was doing now.
He might be the most loyal subordinate to that person in the sect, or perhaps the most disloyal, because his thoughts were not supposed to exist.
He often felt that even entertaining such thoughts was a sin.
Spirit Sword Destiny found some paper and a pen, sat down at his desk, and lit an oil lamp. He could not continue down this line of thought; fortunately, there was something else he could do to distract himself.
Han Yue had promised to deliver a letter back when she came to check on his condition before descending the mountain.
A Weak Scholar suddenly went missing while out for a walk, and his family must be very anxious, so he should write a letter to assure them of his safety.
Spirit Sword Destiny thought for a moment and then began to write swiftly.
On the pure white rice paper, the ink black characters flowed smoothly; his handwriting was surprisingly good, resembling that of a well-read scholar.
He wrote an ordinary family letter without any tricks. Han Yue is a man of integrity; even though he is a highly skilled cultivator with a thousand ways to sneak a peek at someone else's correspondence, he would never do so. However, if there were any poisonous powders or curses attached to the letter, he would definitely sense it.
He asked Han Yue to deliver this family letter to his "mansion."
The so-called mansion was, of course, a stronghold of an Evil Sect. They had hidden themselves well, and for decades the neighbors believed it was just an ordinary family of means. Han Yue would not suspect his identity.
...
After Xu Xiaofei discussed the Xuan Zhen Jing with him and returned to rest, Spirit Sword Destiny soon heard a scream.
It came from next door.
He certainly couldn't lie there any longer, but he wasn't overly anxious; his expression remained calm as always. Spirit Sword Destiny propped himself up, got dressed, and then walked out to knock on the door of the adjacent room.
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