Chapter 84 - Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Forgetful Taoist

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Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Forgetful Taoist “My name is the Forgetful Taoist, born in a very ordinary village in the Extreme West Region,” “When I was six years old, my parents died of serious illnesses, leaving me alone and desolate, clinging to my frail body, crawling up the mountain near our village.” “On the mountain was a Taoist Temple, whose master pitied me and took me in as a disciple.” “At the age of fifteen, on my way down the mountain, I found a glowing orb.” “After taking this orb into my hand, it turned into a pill exuding a fragrant aroma.” “I was young and could not resist the temptation, so I swallowed the pill.” “From then on, my life underwent earth-shattering changes.” …… “After returning to the Taoist Temple, all my fellow disciples no longer recognized me, even the temple master who initially took me in had no impression of me whatsoever.” “I wondered if I had been forgotten by the world.” “I left the Taoist Temple and began my years of wandering.” “Later in life, I discovered that things were far worse than I had imagined.” “Not only was I forgotten by people, but even the things I touched would be forgotten.” Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Ɲ0νǤօ.ƈο “I ate a bun at a stall, and the vendor had no recollection of ever selling me a bun.” “I broke a branch off a tree, and almost instantly, the tree would grow back a new branch as if it had forgotten the one I had broken off.” “With age, this forgetting became more and more apparent.” “I began to forget how to smile, and I also began to forget sadness.” “Or rather, it was the smile that forgot me, and sadness, too, had forgotten me.” “I stabbed myself with a sword, but it seemed as if I couldn’t feel the pain; I knew that pain had forgotten me, too.” “I saw people my age dying one by one, while I just aged a bit; it seemed that even time was slowly forgetting me.” “Later, I learned that the orb I swallowed in my youth was called the Forgotten Dust Pearl.” “It’s the fourth-ranked existence on the list of wonders of the world.” “There are only two Forgotten Dust Pearls in the world, one is the Yang Pearl, and the other is the Yin Pearl.” “The Yang Pearl was obtained by the Forgotten Dust Emperor of the past, while the Yin Pearl was swallowed by me.” “To break the curse of forgetting brought by the Forgotten Dust Pearl, there are only two methods.” “One is to gather both the Yin and Yang Forgotten Dust Pearls and take them together, which could not only change the fate of being forgotten but also completely master the Great Yin-Yang Path.” “The other method is to carry Destiny and ascend as a Great Emperor.” “I know my talent is limited, with the Yang Pearl in the hands of the Forgotten Dust Emperor, I have no hope.” “As for carrying Destiny, it’s even more absurd and pitiful.” “I went to Dragon City and obtained ten sheets of Indestructible Paper to record the events of my life, which can be considered the only proof that I was once in this world.” “From now on, I will travel the entire Yuan Central Continent, dying slowly in loneliness and desolation.” After reading this autobiography, Chu Yang slowly closed the book and pondered for a long time, feeling deep sympathy for this predecessor’s plight. “Teacher, have you ever heard of the Forgetful Taoist?” asked Chu Yang. “No, probably some odd and remarkable person,” replied the Reincarnation Elder. “Since this is that predecessor’s autobiography, let’s leave it here, hoping that more people in the future will know of this predecessor’s existence,” Chu Yang said with a smile, placing the book on the stone table and preparing to leave. Suddenly, the book emitted a white light and immediately after, countless words appeared within the light. Chu Yang watched the words, his pupils suddenly constricting. The word “forget” on the cover of the autobiography flew out and directly entered Chu Yang’s forehead. He hastily sat in a cross-legged position, perceiving the essence of the character for “forget.” …… A long while later, the book unexpectedly turned into dust and dissipated in the air. Chu Yang slowly opened his eyes, only to find that the book had concealed a Vein Skill within. “Four Styles of Forgotten Dust” Regrettably, among the Four Styles of Forgotten Dust, only one style was recorded in the book, “Eternal Resentment.” Ordinary Vein Skills belong to active skills, requiring the martial artist to deploy them. But this Four Styles of Forgotten Dust seemed more akin to a passive skill, already integrated with Chu Yang. One of the Four Styles of Forgotten Dust, Eternal Resentment, was meant to help Chu Yang forget pain. From now on, no matter how severe his wounds, he would not feel any pain. Of course, forgetting does not mean the injuries are nonexistent; they are still present, and he would die without treatment. The skill could only help Chu Yang forget the sensation of pain. …… Chu Yang drew his Wandering Dragon Sword and slashed his arm, leaving a bloody mark, yet he felt no pain at all. “I’ve really forgotten,” Chu Yang said in astonishment, looking at his wound and murmuring with a hint of joy. “Yang, this is your opportunity,” the Reincarnation Elder said with a smile. “I wonder what the other three styles of the Four Styles of Forgotten Dust are? Forgetting time? Forgetting oneself?” Chu Yang mused. At first glance, Eternal Resentment didn’t seem to increase combat power, but in reality, its utility was quite significant. When one is gravely injured, their combat power greatly diminishes. The primary reason is, naturally, the weakness of the body. Another is that engaging in battle with severe injuries can tear the wounds open, with the nerves transmitting the pain to your brain. Every movement would bring agonizing pain, inevitably reducing combat effectiveness. As the saying goes, in a narrow path the braver wins, and Chu Yang felt that with Eternal Resentment, a passive Vein Skill, he had an absolute advantage over opponents of the same level. … Meanwhile, within the True Martial Holy Sect, Yan Buhui had recovered somewhat after several days of recuperation. After much deliberation, he dragged his weakened body to Goose Southern Peak. “You want my help?” Xu Zimei looked at Yan Buhui with interest and asked with a smile. “Yes, you don’t need to help me annihilate the Huang Family. Just help me stay in the True Martial Holy Sect. I will settle the score with the Huang Family myself in the future,” Yan Buhui stated. He knew that while he bore the name of a disciple of the True Martial Holy Sect, people of the Huang Family did not dare to confront him openly. But once he was expelled from the Sect Gate, what awaited him was an endless pursuit. He was not afraid of death; he only wanted to seek justice for his mother and himself. To annihilate the Huang Family and then die, was of no consequence to him. “Why should I help you?” Xu Zimei asked, a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. “I’m willing to be a sword in your hands,” Yan Buhui gazed at Xu Zimei and said earnestly, “Or you can name your condition. Aside from my own sword, I am willing to agree to any terms.” Yan Buhui knew he had no other choice. He was willing to entrust his life to Xu Zimei, that was all the chips he had. “Become my subordinate. When I embrace my destiny, I will appoint you as War Generals. That in itself is a great honor. Don’t talk as if I’m taking advantage of you,” Xu Zimei replied with a laugh. Yan Buhui looked at Xu Zimei, unsure where his confidence came from. Destiny has yet to emerge; the Extreme West Region is merely a corner of the Eastern Continent. Not to mention the other continents, just the vast expanse of the Central Continent is a barrier many cannot cross in their lifetimes.

Chapter 84 - Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Forgetful Taoist

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