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Yunji, who was sleeping soundly in the next room, was also frightened and cried incessantly.
Nian Duan quickly withdrew the unintentional Grandmaster aura, turned around, knelt down, and pulled Duanmu Rong into his arms, gently stroking her back.
"Rong'er, don't be afraid."
Hearing the familiar voice, Duanmu Rong's fear gradually subsided.
So far,
She suddenly realized why no one dared to disobey the three rules of non-punishment established by her master.
As a leading figure in the medical field, Nian Duan, while comforting her charming apprentice Duanmu Rong, also noticed two unusual wisps of energy that had quietly vanished in the dense forest by the lake. Under normal circumstances, such minor figures would not have warranted her attention.
However, when she recalled her disciple's earlier words that someone wanted to assassinate the boy who was accused of murder, she couldn't help but speculate.
"The aura emanating from those two clearly belongs to the Yin-Yang School."
"With such a clear objective, having followed them all the way here, could their intention be to murder the boy and the baby girl? What motive does the Yin-Yang School have to target them?"
"Perhaps the person who plotted the murder was from the Yin-Yang School, but their plan was exposed, and the young man led his men to eliminate them?"
This line of thought inadvertently touched upon a part of the truth, even though these events have not yet actually occurred.
"Did the young man, who rushed here in such a panic, also bear the responsibility of delivering a message, besides seeking medical treatment?"
"Is he a disciple of the Mohist school?"
"If she is truly a member of the Mohist school, then who is this baby girl? Could she be his illegitimate daughter with another woman?" The more Nian Duan thought about it, the more absurd and bizarre it seemed. As her thoughts drifted, she began to weave together a series of poignant love and hate entanglements in her mind.
"Master, what happened to you just now?" Duanmu Rong leaned against her chest, her delicate brows furrowed, her pure face full of concern and fear.
Her disciple's question instantly pulled Nian Duan from her reverie, and she heard the innocent cries of a child coming from the next room. She gently stroked Duanmu Rong's hair and said softly, "Rong'er, go next door and take care of that little girl. I'll go and treat that boy now."
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Rong's eyes sparkled with joy, and she cheered as she ran happily towards the next room.
After her disciple left, Nian Duan's gentle expression vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and stern demeanor. Only the barely concealed anxiety and indignation in her eyes revealed the turmoil within her heart.
"No one can harm him in the slightest!"
"No one can!"
Taking a deep breath, Nian Duan forcibly suppressed his emotional fluctuations, adjusted his breathing, and strode quickly towards the boy's location.
At this moment, Han Feng, who was studying the rebirth secret technique patterns, sensed the approaching footsteps. He calmly put away what he was holding and leaned the Devouring Prison Sword against the bedside. He turned his head to look at the door, his gaze meeting that of the person about to enter.
"677, you said you knew someone wanted to assassinate or murder you, the Six-Fingered Black Knight, the leader of the Mohist School?" Before the words were finished, a young woman dressed in an elegant gray-white dress entered the room, her deep eyes fixed on Han Feng.
"Reporting to senior, I did vaguely know that someone was plotting to assassinate you, Six-Fingered Black Knight, but..." Han Feng hesitated slightly, "I now find that the memories related to this are becoming increasingly blurry, like looking at flowers through fog."
"And this situation seems to be worsening, becoming more and more serious over time."
"Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Nian Duan fell into deep thought, pondering to himself, "As far as I know, the Yin-Yang school does indeed possess Yin-Yang techniques that can produce such an effect."
270. Gather your spirit and calm your soul, recall past life memories?
"What this young man said may not be untrue."
Concerned for the man's safety, Nian Duan dared not be careless and was determined to give it a try. Her gaze fell on the boy's pale hair, and she solemnly said, "I am willing to break my vow of not saving anyone and do everything in my power to help you find that vague memory."
"In return, you must tell me everything about the Six-Fingered Black Knight."
Despite the excruciating pain in his bones and muscles, Han Feng respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute: "If you can truly help me regain that memory, I will tell you everything about Six-Fingered Black Knight."
"Let's begin immediately." Nian Duan acted decisively, gripping Han Feng's shoulder with her left hand and adjusting his posture to face upwards. With a flick of her right finger, nine uniquely shaped silver needles appeared between her fingers, their tips as sharp as needles and their tails concealing medicine pouches.
"Swoosh!" Silver needles shot out from between her fingers, precisely piercing key acupoints on Han Feng's head, such as Baihui, Tianzhu, and Shenting, which are related to memory. As Nian Duan's fingers danced gracefully, the medicine in the medicine pouch at the end of the silver needle was instantly prepared and slowly seeped into Han Feng's acupoints through the silver needle.
Han Feng's body trembled slightly, his face becoming serene and calm as his physical state gradually entered the realm of innate fetal breathing. At the same time, his mental state approached deep sleep, yet he maintained a subtle level of awareness.
Nian Duan's hands moved incessantly, his fingertips forming an orchid shape as he pressed them against Han Feng's temples, slowly infusing him with the healing power of his internal energy. Using this internal energy in conjunction with medicine and acupuncture, he stimulated Han Feng's brain, temporarily unleashing his potential in an attempt to influence his spirit and soul.
Han Feng felt as if he were in a chaotic abyss, constantly sinking deeper and deeper, just like a drowning person struggling helplessly, step by step approaching the bottom of the abyss.
In the endless darkness, he suddenly heard his own heartbeat, sensing the faint yet tenacious pulse of life. Time became blurred at this moment, as if thousands of years had passed, yet it also seemed like only a moment had elapsed.
Before he knew it, subtle changes began to occur at the edge of the darkness, and familiar sounds and scenes gradually appeared. He looked up and saw that the surrounding darkness had transformed into a series of paintings, flowing with sounds and images.
The events I experienced in the past, like a reversed torrent of time, surfaced one by one before my eyes. It all began with a conversation with Nian Duan, and then we went against the current to trace back to the past.
Seven years ago.
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Two years ago.
One year ago.
Even the earliest memories of an infant, those fragments forgotten by time, surge forth like a tide.
Before I knew it, eight years had passed since I was pregnant, and all the memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave. Those moments that had been washed away and forgotten by time now appeared one by one in the darkness, vivid and sincere.
"...Without realizing it, so many traces of the present world have been lost."
"And this is only in this life; what was forgotten in the previous life is probably even more."
Han Feng focused his mind inward, his spirit entering a deep, abyss-like state of embryonic breathing. In this life, he had already lost many memories due to the passage of time; the traces of his past life were undoubtedly even more mottled and difficult to find.
"What I seek now is to explore the long-forgotten memories of my past life."
“Not the trivialities forgotten in this world.”
With a clear mind and focused spirit, Han Feng tried his best to recall events from his past life in this special state, imagining that he was still in the past, not in the present.
Silently, the images and sounds appearing in the surrounding darkness gradually distorted, eventually dissipating like mist.
At this moment, Han Feng felt as if he were in a lucid dream, in which the myriad aspects of his past life unfolded, intertwined with right and wrong, vividly before his eyes.
271. Bizarre Dreams, Mysterious Runes
"This is my previous life, both familiar and strange."
Only his own affairs were clear as a painting, while everything else was shrouded in a hazy and distorted mist, like viewing flowers through a veil, and this strange phenomenon grew increasingly intense.
As a result, the grasp of past life memories becomes increasingly blurred, as if one wants to erase them completely.
"I didn't drink the Meng Po soup, so why am I in this situation?" Han Feng's eyes were filled with confusion and suspicion.
Suddenly sensing something, he abruptly raised his head and looked up at the dome, his pupils shrinking to cones, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"What is this?!"
Looking up into the distance, six strange, bottomless black holes, connected by mysterious runes, formed a hexagonal compass, suspended above the dreamscape of the past life, slowly rotating. With each rotation, countless tiny specks of light peeled away from the dream, then vanished completely. 683
"The Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc!" Han Feng recognized this object; he had personally witnessed its true form at the edge of the reincarnation channel before entering the cycle of reincarnation.
The cycle of reincarnation is closely connected to this disc.
Although they were spared the baptism of Meng Po's soup and retained some memories, mortals who enter the cycle of reincarnation will eventually be bound by the power of reincarnation. Even if they escape for a while, they will never escape for a lifetime.
"Under the laws of Heaven, there is nowhere to hide."
Witnessing this projection, Han Feng suddenly understood why his memories of his past life had become increasingly blurred over time, until they were quietly forgotten.
"The projection of the Wheel of Reincarnation is gradually erasing my past lives."
"Since the past life has ended, it should be forgotten, because the law of reincarnation does not allow it, or there may be the manipulation of fate and the power of time and space correction mixed in."
"Yet I am filled with resentment, how painful it is!"
She thought she had avoided the Meng Po soup and would be reincarnated smoothly, and was secretly delighted, but little did she know that things were not so simple.
"How easy is it for mortals to navigate the cycle of reincarnation?"
Han Feng stared at the illusory image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc above the dome, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, determined to protect his memories of his past life.
How can we stop their momentum?
"It is absolutely impossible for them to do it on their own."
"Even the Sage of Medicine, Nian Duan, was powerless to reverse the situation. Although his strength was considerable, compared to the cycle of reincarnation and the underworld, he was still but a drop in the ocean."
At this moment, Han Feng recalled his companion magic weapon—the Furnace of Life and Death.
"The Furnace of Life and Death is something I obtained by chance deep within the Cycle of Reincarnation. If there is anything on my body that can potentially withstand reincarnation and preserve memories of past lives, it is this furnace."
Once you've made up your mind, act without hesitation, for every moment of hesitation will cause more memories to vanish.
Han Feng concentrated intently, devoutly activating the Furnace of Life and Death. In an instant, a three-legged, two-eared, ancient and sturdy furnace appeared in the dream's void. He gently cradled the furnace with his left hand and murmured:
“It is unwise to confront the cycle of resistance directly.”
"Regardless of whether it can be resisted, even if it can shake the projection of the Wheel of Reincarnation, it will inevitably trigger its main body, which may bring about unpredictable disasters."
"Therefore, it is advisable to win by cleverness and to secretly transfer the goods."
"By copying key memories of a past life and hiding them in the Furnace of Life and Death, one might be able to deceive the heavens and avoid the detection of the Wheel of Reincarnation."
Having made up his mind, Han Feng transmitted his thoughts and plans into the Furnace of Life and Death.
"I was born in the Warring States period, a time of chaos."
"Therefore, the first choice is to copy and preserve past life memories related to the Warring States period, including historical books, unofficial histories, novels, anime, and even TV series."
As Han Feng conveyed his thoughts, the Furnace of Life and Death glowed faintly, and the parts of the dream that contained such memories were copied, separated, and imprinted deep inside the furnace.