Chapter 577 - Demanding an Explanation from the Culprit (1/2)

Yin Changge formed some hand seals and cut his finger. He smeared some blood on Yan Tianhen’s forehead and drew an array on Yan Tianhen’s solar plexus with his finger.

He pressed his palm to Yan Tianhen’s solar plexus, and after a moment of sensing with his eyes closed, he said slowly, “Inside a cave, you and a man whose face I can’t see clearly…did that. And…you called him Dage.”

Yan Tianhen took a deep breath. His hands, which were hanging to his sides, clenched into fists.

“I just want to know one thing.” Yan Tianhen asked, “Is this my imagination or a real memory?”

Yin Changge answered without hesitation, “It’s a memory. I can only see what truly happened in your heart, but I can’t see illusory dreams. However, sometimes dreams are just another embodiment of your true inner memories.”

Yan Tianhen’s body trembled.

This was a scene that had once flashed through his mind — he always thought that some scenes felt familiar, but he couldn’t remember them completely. If he didn’t write them down in time, the memories would soon become blurred, and other kinds of memories that were more complete and looked flawless would replace the faded memories.

He thought it was a dream.

He couldn’t see it himself, but mind readers could easily extract that memory from the vast and chaotic sea of memories.

The reason Yan Tianhen went to find Yin Changge was to prove that the events he thought were dreams were in fact memories that actually happened but had been forgotten by him.

Yin Changge said, “This is merely the easiest part for me to see. There’s still an enormous amount of thoughts and feelings, which will probably take a while for me to say them all.”

“No need to say anymore, thank you.” Yan Tianhen came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

From beginning to end, Yin Changge never understood what Yan Tianhen wanted to do by asking him these questions.

Outside, the river of stars glittered brilliantly in the cloudless sky.

The wind was sharp enough to almost cut apart skin. Yan Tianhen rushed to Little Penglai, full of killing intent.

That night, Lin Xuanzhi didn’t sleep.

When Yan Tianhen arrived in Little Penglai, Lin Xuanzhi had just received a voice transmission talisman from Sword Saint Tianshu. Lin Xuanzhi was just about to leave the island to look for him when he saw a Yan Tianhen with disheveled hair rushing towards him while emitting killing intent.

Yan Tianhen cut a sorry figure. His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were disheveled, and a strand of hair fell down from the jade crown and hung on the side of his face.

Lin Xuanzhi’s fingers paused, and he crushed the paper talisman that was ready to be sent out. Instead, he pulled out another note and spoke faintly, “I’ve already found Ah Hen. I’ll handle his matter.”

As soon as he sent out the message, a whip struck at Lin Xuanzhi.

With a Pa sound, the whip slammed on the ground, lifting the damp soil. Lin Xuanzhi had already moved to Yan Tianhen’s side and held the wrist that was waving the whip. “Ah Hen, the flow of spiritual Qi in your body has reversed, and it is easy to suffer a Qi deviation. You must not use your spiritual Qi rashly.”

Lin Xuanzhi’s face paled even further with every sentence Yan Tianhen spoke. He stepped back half a step.

“Tell me the truth, is it you after all — is it you?!” Yan Tianhen almost roared out.

For an instant, everything was silent.

Even the cicadas in the soul plate had lost their voice.

Lin Xuanzhi thought, What went wrong with Yan Tianhen’s memory? However, this wasn’t what he should be most concerned about right now.

He looked at Yan Tianhen, who was tottering and on the verge of collapse, and suddenly turned from passive to active. He held the hand that was tugging on his sleeve, and his voice was light and slow, but very earnest.

“It’s me. From beginning to end, it was always me.”

Yan Tianhen’s tears suddenly flooded out.

He suddenly pushed hard and threw Lin Xuanzhi to the ground. His two hands pressed down on Lin Xuanzhi’s shoulders, and his legs were straddling Lin Xuanzhi’s waist, like a fierce tiger who was about to bite Lin Xuanzhi to death.

“Lin Xuanzhi — you fucking bastard! Why would you do this to me? Why would you start something and abandon me halfway? Since you dared to sleep with me, why don’t you dare to acknowledge me?” Yan Tianhen’s tears welled up in his eyes, and he wanted to hit someone, but he was also reluctant to actually hurt Lin Xuanzhi. His heart felt wronged to death, but he had nowhere to vent, and no one could know about this, so he could only vent his emotions through tears.

Lin Xuanzhi sighed heavily in his heart, feeling a complicated mixture of bitter emotions. He got up and hugged Yan Tianhen in his arms. “It’s my fault.” Lin Xuanzhi said, “I really am a bastard. You can hit me or curse me.”

“What would I hit you or curse you for? I want to eat your flesh and drink your blood, and devour you completely.” Yan Tianhen said malicious words, but his whole body was as hot as a fire. He cried, grabbing at Lin Xuanzhi’s clothes as he kept moving his body. He choked out with a sob, “It hurts, it hurts ah…Lin Xuanzhi, it’s all your fault, it’s all your fault!”

Lin Xuanzhi also sensed the abnormality in Yan Tianhen’s body. He caught Yan Tianhen’s pulse and sent in a wisp of spiritual Qi, only to feel that the spiritual Qi inside Yan Tianhen was chaotic and turbulent, practically twisting apart his wisp of spiritual Qi.

Lin Xuanzhi felt the difficulty of this situation.

Yan Tianhen had a furnace constitution and was also half-demon. He already had extreme amounts of Yin Qi, to begin with. On top of that, he even practiced《Decline and Prosperity》in the wrong order, which would stimulate the Yin Qi inside his body even more.

When Yin went to the extreme, Yin and Yang would reverse, and Yin would turn to Yang. The Qi would suddenly become vigorous, and Yan Tianhen’s body would naturally be unable to bear it. Those with a furnace constitution were most suited for dual cultivation.

Yan Tianhen’s breathing became thick and heavy, and his breath sent out steam by Lin Xuanzhi’s ears.

He whimpered softly, venting his discomfort. Drops of sweat or tears hit Lin Xuanzhi’s neck and traveled down his slender neck to his collar, so hot that Lin Xuanzhi could hardly control himself.

“You’re so annoying ah. I really hate you,” Yan Tianhen said.