Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 847: Chapter 696: Memory Awakening

A pitch-black courtyard, the Loulan Witch sitting cross-legged under a big tree suddenly opened his eyes.

An invisible night breeze blew past, shattering a bell on the skull walking stick with a bang.

Behind him, a young disciple asked worriedly, "Wizard, has your array... been broken?"

The Loulan Witch’s shady, dark eyes were like an unfathomable deep pond.

The disciple barely glanced at them and felt himself almost drowning, his consciousness being sucked away.

And this suction was beyond his control.

Fortunately, the Loulan Witch slowly moved his eyelids, and the young disciple abruptly withdrew from his immobilized prison, drenched in cold sweat.

He was secretly annoyed at himself for being rash and careless, forgetting his senior brothers’ warnings.

Never stare into the Wizard’s eyes; you will lose consciousness.

"Thank you, Wizard."

He respectfully bowed.

He understood it was the Wizard who saved him.

"Wizard, should I go check who broke the array?"

"No need."

The Loulan Witch said.

The young disciple was momentarily stunned.

Tonight’s Wizard was somewhat strange.

His array had just been set up and broken within half a night’s effort.

Such a thing had never been heard of before.

Yet the Wizard wasn’t concerned.

No, to be precise, he was unbothered.

Did he... already know someone could break his array?

The young disciple couldn’t help but think of Weiyang Building’s rumors.

His experience was limited, and he hadn’t been taken to Weiyang Building, but he also heard some tales, saying the Wizard’s witchcraft had been broken and suffered a certain amount of backlash.

He initially didn’t believe it.

After all, the Wizard in Loulan was akin to a god, his prowess even the Loulan King revered, how could it be easily broken in the court’s territory?

It was something even fellow disciples couldn’t accomplish.

But now, he believed it somewhat.

It must be the same person from Weiyang Building, so the Wizard wasn’t surprised.

He truly was curious about who that person was.

After leaving the cowshed, guided by Ji Li, they continuously traversed the alleys and streets of the Capital City following the Heavenly Gang Compass’s direction.

"We’ve circled back again, are you really capable?"

Chen Long wielded Qinggong, rising and falling behind Ji Li while observing the surroundings.

Ji Li didn’t stop: "The compass leads this way!"

Lu Yuan embraced Meng Qianqian, steadily following behind them.

Meng Qianqian focused her gaze: "Indeed, we’re circling in the same place."

Ji Li came to a sudden stop.

Chen Long quickly sank his qi into his dantian, infusing his inner strength into his feet, sliding over ten steps from the rooftop, barely stopping half a step before crashing into Ji Li.

Chen Long gritted his teeth: "Do it again and I won’t care about you anymore!"

A collision from rapidly operated power would have dire consequences!

Ji Li solemnly stared at the constantly shaking needle on the compass, saying: "It’s nearby, let’s search."

Chen Long: "Are you sure?"

Ji Li performed a divination with the turtle shell gifted by the Goddess: "The hexagram states so."

Chen Long nodded.

He trusted the Goddess more than Ji Li.

The two leapt off the rooftop.

Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian arrived too.

The four found themselves on a deserted old street, with sparse shops, half abandoned, the other half were coffin shops or shroud shops, with the ground scattered with candle paper money.

The night wind raised the paper money, swaying in the street.

Indescribably eerie and terrifying.

"This street, the yin energy is very strong."

Meng Qianqian sighed.

Ji Li was surprised: "Little Yin Hu, you understand this too?"

Meng Qianqian shook her head: "I don’t understand feng shui, but the Golden Silkworm Gu prefers yin. The more comfortable it is, the heavier the yin energy here."

Ji Li felt instantly unbalanced.

He exerted much effort and learned all his life to grasp feng shui, yet it can’t surpass a little girl’s Gu worm!

Damn!

"What does the array core look like?"

Chen Long looked around and asked.

This stumped Ji Li.

He mastered divination, not witchcraft, he hadn’t seen the Loulan Witch’s array core.

Lu Yuan looked at Meng Qianqian: "If we get closer to the array core, will you still have that intuition?"

Earlier, Meng Qianqian found the array core behind the cowshed by relying on intuition.

To Lu Yuan, perhaps it wasn’t just intuition, but a forgotten skill of hers.

Of course, these words didn’t need to be urgently spoken, to avoid unnecessary pressure on her.

Meng Qianqian thought for a bit, saying: "I’ll try."

She said to Ji Li, "Let’s split up; you have the Heavenly Gang Compass and the Witch Mountain Turtle Shell, if the array core is activated, maybe you’ll sense it."

Ji Li nodded.

The four split into two groups.

He went with Chen Long, Meng Qianqian with Lu Yuan.

"It’d be good if A Snake were here."

He sighed.

Chen Long coldly said: "Are you still complaining?"

Ji Li snapped open a folding fan: "Who asked you to be less understanding than A Snake?"

Chen Long said: "If you mean he tolerates your noisiness, I’m indeed less than him."

Ji Li flared up: "You surnamed Shang! Who are you calling noisy! Do you believe I can beat you up! Don’t assume I really fear you!"

Chen Long’s gaze flickered, glancing at him, then continued walking.

Ji Li made a sound of surprise: "Not angry? Shouldn’t he fight me!"

Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan walked along the deserted street, the eerie moonlight casting the corners pallidly.

"I suddenly... have a very familiar feeling."

She said pensively.

"You’ve been to this street."

Lu Yuan said, "It isn’t far from the workshop, half a mile east leads to the old street, passing through the old street reaches the workshop."

"Is it because of that?"

Meng Qianqian was uncertain.

Somehow, she thought of the Loulan Witch’s skull walking stick.

Images in her mind gradually became clear, clear enough to see the wind chime on it.

"Wind chime!"

Her heart shook!

"What’s wrong?"

Lu Yuan held her.

Meng Qianqian stopped walking, clenched her fists, and said earnestly: "The wind chime on the Wizard’s walking stick... I’ve seen it."

She lowered her gaze, and fragments tumbled in her mind, causing almost unbearable pain.

Lu Yuan watched sweat beads trickle from her forehead, saying: "If you can’t recall, don’t force it."

"I can recall... I can..."

She closed her eyes, striving to piece together those fragmented memories.

Suddenly, she felt a heat in her nostrils.

"You’re bleeding! Stop thinking!"

Lu Yuan urged.

"It’s almost..."

Meng Qianqian casually wiped away the dripping nosebleed, "It’s something very important..."

Lu Yuan held her wrist: "Stop thinking!"

"Little Nine, do you know what this is?"

"I don’t know."

"It’s something your mother brought from far, far away."

"How far? Does it include being as far as Amu Lake?"

"Farther than Amu Lake, farther than the stars in the sky, it’s a place your mother can never return to."

"Little Nine will take mom back!"

"Little Nine and dad made mom not want to go back anymore."

"But, but..."

"Mom gives it to Little Nine, for the day mom no longer is here, Little Nine..."

"How will Little Nine... how..." Meng Qianqian clutched her aching head.

Lu Yuan embraced her tightly, softly saying: "It’s okay, I’m here."