The vast Kun-Lai Mountain, the lofty and majestic Daoist Sect.
The snow scenery found on Kun-Lai Mountain was always a thing of beauty, the mountains towering up into the sky, the sea of clouds stretching endlessly, the sky so blue and clear it resembled a sheet of ice, and every gust of wind could freeze people’s breath.
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There were no humans, no living beings.
No wonder people say it was lonely and cheerless on the top, Ji Yunlai thought silently.
It had been almost an entire day since he came to this mountain summit, standing motionless.
Because a very serious incident happened to him today.
——He had lost his memory!
Yesterday——the yesterday in his memory, he was still in that small shabby house in Yunshan Town, figuring out how to attain Foundation Establishment and then go to work at some cultivation market. There he could buy a little more materials for rune crafting and find out whether he could rely on his magic array expertise to enter Yunshan Sect as an outer disciple. After all, the Yunshan Sect was a big Sect with an Elder who had already attained the Golden Core Formation and only 30 people were recruited among hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Yun Country each year!
Today——since opening his eyes ten hours ago to now, he became the Sect Leader of a Daoist Sect he had never heard of before——Kun-Lai Sect.
The yellow map of the entire Sect that was hung in his room showed that the Kun-Lai Sect oversaw tens of millions of miles of land in the Western Continent, 19 powerful cultivators who have attained Synthesis and one Immortal. Those who were at the Golden Core Formation Stage and Nascent Soul Stage were not even qualified to be recorded on the yellow map.
At first, he thought he had transmigrated again, wondering to himself in bewilderment whether he was dreaming. This time the golden finger he got was quite big.
But he soon discovered that his face was still the same, only the black hair had turned white——well, not all white, but a kind of transparent red with the edges of his hair dipped in a darker red. The family seal on his forehead was also still there. It was the original product no doubt about that. The Daoist books in the room were all written in his handwriting, and the furnishing in the room was in the color he was familiar with. There was also an ordinary longsword left to him by his parents.
But no matter how much difficulty he had believing it, his level of cultivation could not be faked!
The Ji Yunlai of yesterday had to humbly bow his head in the face of a small Foundation Establishment deacon of the Yunshan Sect. And forming a simple Sun Flame magic array would leave him panting and feeling as if his body had been hollowed out!!
The Ji Yunlai of yesterday, in order to save a few spiritual stones to buy a copy of “Elementary Rune Patterns” he had to help people wash spiritual fruit for a month. And in order to prevent the precious spiritual fruit from being damaged he had to expend all of his energy until he was completely exhausted, falling asleep on the bed as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The distance from the immortals and gods was as far away from him as the sagittarius star he saw with a telescope as he thought to himself: when would the humans in the galaxy closest to their solar system arrive on Earth?
Yesterday, his greatest goal was to attain Foundation Establishment, and to live two hundred years more so he could learn a little more knowledge. And even at this others laughed at him for daring to think too big.
But the Ji Yunlai of now was one of the handful of cultivators closest to the immortals and gods. Now, he could capture the sound of grass sprouts growing under the earth within a radius of 10,000 miles without having to invoke any spells.
Let alone eavesdropping on the content of the conversations among the disciples and Elders of the Sect outside the mountain.
#Hearing hundreds of people saying different things at the same time, as clearly as if you are right next to them and without any interference, let me ask you if you are afraid?#
#Carelessly touch an orchid flower bud and it will bloom and nod at you before transforming into a young man that kowtows at you in thanks, are you afraid?#
#Seeing the mountain peak obscured by the clouds and just thinking you want to go to the top only to find yourself there in the next instant. Are you afraid?#
Invoking spells needed no incantations or odd gestures, all you needed was to just think about it!
What grabbing something out of the void, what teleporting to the edge of the world, and what leveling mountains and filling seas! All you need was a thought!
This was literally the power to have one’s wish come true!
Omg, what should I do?
This kind of shock even managed to prevent him from feeling touched about getting a golden thigh.
There was only complete disbelief, as if this was a dream that he would wake up from at any time.
But the spell books on the table——just looking at the handwriting he knew it was written by himself——if only dreaming could let people write such profound spell books that guaranteed the attainment of Dao, then he just wanted to dream a few hundred years more!
Sighing slightly, he flung his sleeves and appeared back at his dwelling.
No matter how shocking or unbelievable, it had been a day already and it was time he processed everything.
Although the impact was comparable to that of ten years ago——the time when he transmigrated into this world ten years ago in his memory, it was not greater than that time.
He should also take an inventory of the current situation.
After all, he was not too confident to believe that he was able to manage the tens of thousands of disciples and members of a large Sect——he only managed a little more than a hundred programmers at the peak of his career in his last life.
At least he should learn all the forgotten Daoist spells, as well as runes, the runes that he had most wanted to learn back then. Now that he had this opportunity, even if it was a dream, he must finish learning it before he woke up.
In such a big Sect they must have a library collection, right? And it would be even better if he could find some recordings of major events, so that he wouldn’t be as confused as he was now.
However, after using his divine sense to sweep through the seventy-two main peaks and more than nine hundred auxiliary peaks of the entire stretch of mountain, he still did not find a place that could pass off as the Pavilion of Books or the Hall of Spells.
What’s this situation?
Shouldn’t a Sect’s Pavilion of Books or the Hall of Spells be heavily guarded with disciples queuing in front every day?
Where did it go?
Ji Yunlai was confused for a while, and began to collect information by eavesdropping on the exchanges of his disciples.
And currently, the whole Sect was happily busy preparing for the Sect Leader’s——or his thousandth birthday celebration.
No, he was only 16 years old yesterday, a young and beautiful flower boy, how did he become an old man that was already a thousand years old?
Fine, the appearance did not look old, Immortals could live for thousands of years so no matter how he thought about it he had gotten a very good deal.
It was just that, he felt as if he had forgotten something.
Duh, none of the thousand years in between could be recalled!
No, no, there was a bit of an impression, but it was something he couldn’t recall at this moment!
Kun-Lai Sect——did it have anything to do with the Kun-Lai Mountain in the Warcraft game?
Wait, it had nothing to do with the Kun-Lai Mountain in Warcraft, but his friend once wrote a book back then, with the same name as Kun-Lai Sect.
Yes, that’s right, that book was called “Kun Lai”!
At that time, his friend had proudly explained the name saying that Kun represented multitude, Lai represented grass, symbolizing endless life and knowing the harshness of the gale. In addition, it resembled the master of the Kunlun mountain dragon veins, and felt that he had named it very well.
But the content of the book——he refused to read it after finding out it was a harem powertrip book with a stallion MC!!!
His friend also specially posted the book to a women’s literature website. What he reasoned was that there were too many of his genre in Qidian, but there must definitely be no stallion MCs here, so it would definitely be popular.
He bombed, completely and without doubt.
The reason why he could remember this book was because his friend had made a lot of preparations at the time, and even asked him to write him a small computer program that could study one’s birth data for astrological purposes——the kind that one could input their birthday and then calculate one’s fortune.
But at that time, he just used basic algorithms and didn’t spend much time on it. However, his friend was already very happy, saying that it was enough for his book.
So now, the question at hand…..was he in the book?
He was just thinking about whether this was a coincidence when he heard such a sentence from countless people’s conversation…..
“Fairy Mingyu attained Golden Core Formation yesterday. Accomplishing this at such a young age, no wonder she is the daughter of Sect Leader.”
“Yes, and she didn’t use pills or magic artifacts to aid her, this kind of aptitude and perception are something we can only look up to.”
“If we can also be taught by Sect Leader, then what an accomplishment it would be.”
Fairy? Sect Leader? Daughter!?
Ji Yunlai was struck completely dumb. As a great magician who had been single for two lifetimes, he hadn’t even held a woman’s hand before! (TN: magician=slang for virgin)
Of course he hadn’t because he always liked boys. But due to the psychological effects brought by his family, he never met a boy he was interested in, so…..so the more than 40 years added up from his two lifetimes of chastity that he had staunchly kept was now inexplicably gone?
“I seem to need another day to process…..”
He threw himself on the bamboo bed and thought it would be best to take a rest for now.
When Ji Yunlai woke up in the morning, he found a piece of jade tablet under his pillow.
It was flat and round, with a hole in the middle. The jade tablet was usually used to record all kinds of various information. It was like a cultivator version of the USB stick. After injecting one’s magic or energy into it the contents within would then be revealed. The capacity was related to the material it was made from and the ability of the creator. Yesterday——the yesterday in his memory, he had only wanted to buy a jade tablet with the book “Elementary Rune Patterns” which had a price of 300 low-grade spiritual stones. There were no discounts on low-grade spiritual stones so for the sake of this jade tablet, which was basically equal to a dictionary on magic arrays, he had saved spiritual stones for a long time. For an unaffiliated cultivator like himself, it was really too difficult to make money.
Now, the piece of jade tablet in his hand was as transparent as ice and felt cool and smooth to the touch. It was also incorporated with a soothing and calming energy that surged up into him through his hand like it cost no money. With his meager knowledge, he really couldn’t tell what kind of top quality spiritual jade was used in its creation. Logically speaking, this kind of material was the most popular for creating magic artifacts that could settle the mind, and it could be sold at sky-high prices anywhere.
But now it was used to make a jade tablet, such a waste…..
Of course, this was not the reason why his attention was captivated by this jade tablet, after all, none of the things in this room was inferior to it in terms of materials used to create it.
The key was the word engraved on the jade tablet——
Ji Yunlai didn’t even know that he had such a tasteless funny side to him.
The word engraved above was SOS
Yes, that’s right, it was the SOS that meant “help me”!
Who did he intend to call for help, or was it intended as a failsafe?
If it was the former, then it must be someone he trusted.
If it was the latter, then it fit his situation now. After all, if he let others know his current situation, he truly wouldn’t be able to guess what would happen.
And this was the most incongruous thing in the room.
Ji Yunlai couldn’t restrain his curiosity at all.
So he raised his hand to gather magical energy and then inject it inside the jade tablet.
The jade tablet flipped and floated in the air, turning into countless wisps of clear smoke that then gradually floated away.
A layer of silent ripples expanded, spreading in circles.
Everything it encountered turned into water, in an instant, the world was transformed into an endless sea, the surface of the water was like a mirror, empty but of a reflection of the continuous sky.
And there was suddenly another person in front of him.
He had long pale hair that contrasted against black robes and stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were deep and his expression bland. He was clearly right in front of him, but it was like he was standing in the faraway horizon.
Ji Yunlai couldn’t help but fall into a brief daze.
Seriously, he never thought that he would become this classy one day.
He had a pretty good physical appearance in this life, elegant and handsome with a fit figure. His skin was also fantastic due to the beautifying effect after many years of cultivation. It was not an exaggeration to call him a beautiful man.
However, although the person in front of him had the same face, his aura was on another level.
Distant like the moon, like the clouds.
It was a kind of naturally aloof remoteness.
It was not condescension, but complete equality. It was the pure brightness of the moon that would not be affected no matter how much people praised or criticised.
Was this him after a thousand years?
The pressure was a bit heavy…..
“You saw it.” The other said, the voice was clearly bland and mild, but it contained a strange magic that seemed to carve into his heart. He looked at him, calm and tranquil, “Cherish your time.”
“Who are you?” There was a time limit for this? Ji Yunlai’s heart thumped, frowning as he asked the key question. After all, just because the face was the same did not mean the person was the same.
“I am your memory backed up in the jade tablet. You can summon me three times to solve the problems that you can’t solve.” The other calmly added, “You in a thousand years.”
“Then can I copy you back? If you can’t tell me the reason.” Backup? Even after a thousand years, he still had the instinct of a programmer and computer engineer. Ji Yunlai silently praised himself in his heart.
“No, your current spiritual soul won’t be able to bear it,” The other seemed to see his confused expression and changed his wording, “the storage space is insufficient, and forcefully transfering the system will cause a collapse.”
“You can copy a part or a catalog.” He could settle with some key details to let him know what happened, Ji Yunlai frowned.
“No, some things require a spiritual level of attainment so if your soul is not enough then you can’t accept it.” The other still refused, and explained, “There will be a virus, but you are unable to install a firewall for the time being.”
“…..” Then what solution was left? Ji Yunlai was slightly dissatisfied, “Then you should tell me what has happened in the past thousand years. This should be fine, right? Starting from the time I was about to enter the Yunshan Sect. For example, did I manage to buy that “Elementary Rune Patterns”?”
“We bought it as we always have perseverance.” The other smiled briefly.
“There is no other way, the spiritual root is too inferior, so if I don’t work hard then there will definitely be no future.” Ji Yunlai was also very satisfied, “Then, did I enter Yunshan Sect?”
“No, we bought the book so we didn’t have any extra spiritual stones to bribe the manager in charge of recruiting outer disciples. Of course we did not get a spot.” The other expressed regret.
“What then? I went to another Sect, which is Kun-Lai? Where is my family? Where is my uncle?” When Ji Yunlai transmigrated to this world, both of his parents had died. Extended family, however, took care of him. His uncle would often send some things back from his travels, and it was because of this that he could even begin to cultivate, though it was all very elementary and basic. Otherwise, if he had transmigrated into a poor peasant, it was likely that the story would not be a cultivating one but a farming one.
“After a thousand years, the family, relatives, Yun Country…..have all disappeared in smoke.” The other’s expression was flat, but a sharp look flashed in his eyes. “Later, you arrived in Kun-Lai, and everything after is a long story. “
“…..” There was a feeling of foul wind and bloody rain, Ji Yunlai was a little worried, “Then what am I going to do now? I don’t know the situation of the Sect, who must I have to deal with, and would there be trouble if I reveal my amnesia. How am I supposed to explain?”
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“Explain?” The other revealed a meaningful smile, “Xing Dao Master Ji Yunlai, who do you need to explain to? Who is worthy of your explanation?”
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