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Where is this place?

Deep within a group of mountains, on a stone platform hanging high on the side of a mountain, Zong Shou looked around, filled with a sense of loss.

In the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a person ahead, who was looking out towards the dusk.

Her cloth dress was white and clean. Her back gave off a magnificent aura, the air around her was also uncertain and indiscernible.

Who knows why, but when Zong Shou looked over, he felt that this person was tragic and desolate.

Shouer, do you miss your mother?

Of course I do! But didnt father say that mother isnt in the Cloud World, and can never return?

I am not in the Cloud World, but it isnt true that I can never return!

That person gave out a bitter smile, but she wasnt in a rush to turn around. In the past just treat your mom as if she died, but recently you have been thinking about her, or you want to try hard to bring her back. My Shouer will not always not have a mother.

Really? Father, you didnt lie to me? Where is mother, Shouer wants to go find her!

Zong Shou was feeling more and more baffled. He obviously didnt want to speak, but this voice spread out from his mouth uncontrollably. It was also really young and immature, like that of a six-year-old kid. When he said the word mother, his chest actually felt eagerness and warmth.

Furrowing his brows and thinking for a moment, he understood. This should be a portion of the memory of that thirteen-year-old Zong Shou.

The image of the person in front of him turned around with a huge smile, the handsome face brought with it a heroic aura, his eyes were really sharp.

You can follow me to find your mother, but your skills cannot be too weak. Twenty years, only need twenty years for us go see exactly how strong the Lu Family who rules many small worlds actually is

Zong Shous eyes constricted. That image wasnt it the Blood Maniac Demon Saint he was familiar with, the Nine-tailed Sky Fox?

Before he was able to think, the scene in front of him fell apart. Zong Shous consciousness followed the flow of the memory ocean and arrived at yet another memory fragment.

It had now changed into a wide drill field. At the sides were many stone blocks,as well as large amounts of knives, sword, spears, and other weapons.

He was panting hard, his body enduring intense training, and he was filled with utmost exhaustion.

Within his chest was a pent-up breath, filled with unwillingness. He hated the heavens for being unfair, he hated his own body for being so useless.

It was still that middle-aged man, however in his eyes the sharpness was all lost, instead what replaced it was pain and guilt.

Okay, Shouer, your Foundation Meridian hasnt opened, maybe due to your human and monster dual meridians. Being unable to train martial arts isnt your fault. It is pointless to continue torturing yourself. Since you are unable to walk on the martial path, you still can try to cultivate as a spirit master. After a few days, father will send you over to Linhai College

The memory scene was broken once more. When another scene was formed through all the numerous broken pieces, he stood in a narrow corridor.

Zong Shou was walking along it, only to hear numerous chit-chat noises spread into his ears.

Is that person the trash from class B? Three years of time and still unable to open his soul ocean?

Thats him. I heard that he is the eldest son of Gantian Mountain, the future Monster King

Tsk! The monster race have always followed the strong. How would the Gantian Mountain people follow him? Isnt he dead for sure?

What a joke, since he has no talents, he should just walk away! Wasting a spot, wasting a spiritual land!

Different from before, the unwillingness in his heart became stronger and stronger, the hatred and anger oozing out. Yet apart from all this, there was a sense of despair at the bottom of his heart.

Following which, not only were the thirteen years of memories of Zong Shou brought out, even ones from his last life that were unjust were flipped out.

The sadness of losing his father at a young age; his tough childhood; working hard to feed his sick mother. While he worked, he studied really hard with all the time he had, to get into the best school in Donglin Cloud World. However, his spot was stolen and in the end he didnt even complete his education. His mom died from the illness and left him alone in the world.

The hard work afterwards slowly revealed his talents in the business field. However, he was the target of jealousy and crowded out. He could only fall to working in a library to survive.

Zong Shou looked on with a smile, like this thing didnt concern him. He waved his hand and everything in front of him dispersed.

He opened up his eyes once more, only to hear the song continuing, the melody repeating over and over. Zhao Yanran herself seemed to be totally immersed within it, her expression focused.

Zong Shou couldnt help but snicker, lazily resting on the surface behind him like he was really comfortable.

When the tempo of the flute changed once more, he used the Pine Pattern Wind Sword in his hand, along with the sword sheath, to lightly knock on the carriage beneath him.

The sound wasnt loud, but the noise of wood hitting metal paused the tune suddenly.

The tragic atmosphere instantly disappeared.

Zhao Yanran couldnt help but look over in disbelief. Seeing that Zong Shou still had a clear head and was smiling, she couldnt help but be astonished.

Frowning, she changed the tune, wave after wave of mental energy spreading out towards the direction of the carriage only to see Zong Shou take the sword and knock once more, messing up her tune. The bit of intent encapsulated within it disappeared.

Zhao Yanrans eyes were as cold as ice. Once could be said to be a coincidence, but two consecutive times, it definitely couldnt be an accident.

The person in front of her actually had a method to break her Land of the Dead tune.

Before she could think about a method against it, a third tap sounded out.

This third tap wasnt simply messing up her tune, even the internal energy in her body started to feel unstable. There was also an energy blocking her chest, which she tried to vent out.

Her eyes shone, and after pausing for a moment, she still blew out more notes.

She saw Zong Shou standing opposite her, his lips raising in an evil manner, tapping his sword on the wood for the fourth time.

Her tune was unable to continue. The blood stain on her shirt at the left side of her chest had expanded suddenly at that instant.

Her flower-like face also seemed to have turned much whiter.

Once the iciness in her eyes disappeared, she actually showed no anger and worry. Instead there was a fanaticism burning really bright inside her.

The person in front of her was just a teen far from coming of age, yet he was actually able to give her such a surprise!

Zong Shou, you are really only thirteen years old? Did you learn music melody before? My Land of the Dead tune was something that even my few senior sisters and juniors sisters couldnt do anything about. To be able to break out of my tune by yourself proves that you are extraordinary. To be able to break out of my tune, one has to be a great martial cultivator. How can I give up on someone like you? How about this, if you agree, apart from the twelve magic flaming lotuses, I can give you three Foundation Training pills. If you still dont agree, then I have no choice but to force you

Zong Shou sighed silently, bitterly rubbing the area between his eyebrows. This crazy woman had her eyes on him and wouldnt let him go.

He was wracking his brains trying to think of a way to chase her off. Suddenly, he felt a huge shadow cover over him.

Raising his head and looking up in the sky, he saw a dragon appear between the clouds, zigzagging three thousand feet up in the air.

Zong Shou couldnt help but heave a sigh of relief. He had waited for a total of ten days and they had finally arrived!