Chapter 299: My Name Is Lu Qingyang!
“You… who are you?!”
“How could that possibly be! There was clearly no one here just now!”
Li Zhao’s eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the man in the blue robe.
His gaze carried thick vigilance and caution!
Because this man in the blue robe had actually appeared before him out of thin air, and he had not noticed in the slightest!
More importantly, the spiritual energy映像 had indeed detected someone in front of him just now.
Yet his naked eye had not seen even a trace.
“Could it be… because this blue robe blends with the forest, it made my eyes play tricks on me?”
Li Zhao stood dumbly within the thicket.
A gentle breeze brushed past, bringing a trace of coolness.
As if it were the salty, damp breath carried from the distant sea.
His heartbeat still had not calmed.
The impact of that single instant still echoed in his mind.
The spiritual energy映像 had indeed detected someone.
But his eyes truly had not seen anyone.
This made Li Zhao suspect he had bumped into a ghost.
And as time passed, the surrounding sounds gradually returned.
Bird calls and the rustling of leaves filled his ears.
Li Zhao steadied himself.
He carefully studied the man in the blue robe.
The man wore a blue robe, its hem swaying gently in the breeze.
As if a Banished Immortal had drifted down, his whole body exuded an indescribable aura of ethereal vitality.
Li Zhao’s gaze was involuntarily drawn toward the man.
His eyes seemed pulled by an invisible force.
The man in the blue robe had sword-like brows and starry eyes, his features refined.
Between his brows lingered a faint trace of sorrow.
His lips were extremely thin, as if silently telling the secrets in his heart.
Making one unable to resist the urge to inquire.
His otherworldly aura was like the dew of early morning, crystalline and translucent, making one feel as though he wandered between the mortal dust and the Immortal Realm.
Li Zhao’s heart quaked.
The bearing of this man before him was something he had never seen in his entire life.
That feeling of a Banished Immortal made him involuntarily want to draw close.
As if a voice deep within his soul was calling out to him.
His heartbeat quickened, and his face could not help but reveal a bit of shock and confusion.
Could it really be that my eyes were playing tricks?
He thought inwardly, yet the voice of reason told him that all of this was far too real.
“You… just who are you?!”
Li Zhao finally mustered his courage and asked, stammering.
His voice seemed especially clear in the empty forest, yet somewhat trembling.
Regardless of whether this person before him was a demon or some strange existence, he could not ignore that gaze which seemed capable of peering straight into the depths of the soul.
The man in the blue robe was slightly taken aback.
As if startled by Li Zhao’s questioning.
“Who am I…”
The man in the blue robe frowned slightly, as if recalling something.
“Who am I?”
He murmured softly.
His eyes flickered with bewilderment.
His hand slowly rose, and his entire palm was covered in scars.
Li Zhao’s attention was also drawn by the other’s movement.
He had never seen anyone whose skin bore so many wounds.
He could not help but lean closer to observe.
Yet when he drew near the man in the blue robe, his pupils abruptly contracted.
A trace of oppressive might quietly surfaced.
His heart stopped for a moment.
A powerful suffocating feeling surged up in his heart.
Cold sweat seeped from his temples, and his footsteps staggered backward.
Even wrapped in the Type-LL combat suit, he still felt as though he stood naked in an icy abyss of ten thousand zhang, the cold piercing his bones.
His face was pale, and the fear in his heart had reached its absolute limit.
What kind of power is this!
He was inwardly terrified.
Just what background did this person have!
And at this moment, the man in the blue robe before him seemed to be roused by his movements as well.
He slowly raised his head and squeezed three words from his lips and teeth: “Lu—Qing, Yang.”
“Lu Qingyang?”
“Is that your name, sir?”
Li Zhao was stunned. He had never heard this name.
Moreover, Lu Qingyang, this name was very unfamiliar.
But, whether it was an illusion or not, after hearing Lu Qingyang’s words, Li Zhao suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
“May I ask what Brother Lu is doing here…” Li Zhao tentatively asked.
However, what answered him was the other’s silence.
Li Zhao’s brows locked tightly.
Lu Qingyang’s appearance did not seem like he was unwilling to acknowledge him.
Rather… it was as if he had lost his memories.
Could this be some cultivator who cultivated himself insane?
Li Zhao guessed.
Having just felt that terrifying power, he consciously classified Lu Qingyang among cultivators.
After all, even if an ordinary person could conjure that kind of power field bare-handed.
Even if they could, they would need the assistance of spiritual energy artifacts.
Clearly, this person before him was absolutely no ordinary person.
So Li Zhao concluded that this Lu Qingyang before him was likely a cultivator.
He merely did not know what exactly Lu Qingyang had experienced to end up in such a state.
Forget it, this person is too dangerous.
Cultivators are inherently unpredictable in their preferences, and this one is not quite right either. I had best not provoke him.
Li Zhao began to beat a retreat in his heart.
Mainly because Lu Qingyang gave him too dangerous a feeling.
It was not that he had never seen cultivators.
Although the path of cultivators in the Chaotian Realm was gradually withering nowadays.
Cultivators cultivated slowly, and breakthroughs were difficult.
Inheritances grew scarcer, but occasionally a few low-tier cultivators could still be seen.
Yet even on the legendary True Monarchs, he had never felt the kind of terrifying power that Lu Qingyang possessed.
Li Zhao decided not to take the risk.
So after politely cupping his hands, he prepared to leave.
“Goodbye, Brother Lu. I still have soup boiling at home.”
“Forgive me for not being able to delay any longer. Farewell!”
With that said, the tail flames beneath Li Zhao’s feet suddenly ignited.
His whole body shot straight up, flying several meters like a rainbow piercing the sun.
In an instant, he had vanished.
Lu Qingyang stood quietly, watching the departing silhouette of Li Zhao.
His eyes lowered slightly, seemingly a bit curious about Li Zhao’s method of flight.
And in the quiet island forest, only Lu Qingyang’s murmurs echoed.
“Who am I?”
“I am Lu Qingyang… Where did I come from? Where am I going?”
“What am I supposed to do…”
“…”
After a long while.
Lu Qingyang finally sighed.
“Ah, I cannot figure it out, I cannot figure it out.”
He shook his head, yet the confusion on his face only grew heavier.
“How could I forget?”
“Why did I forget…”
His expression grew uglier and uglier.
In his mind, a world-shaking explosion always seemed to appear.
Yet he could not recall in the slightest what that explosion was.
And whenever he deepened his pondering, his head felt as if it were about to split open!
That pain was even more severe than being sliced by a thousand blades.
Forget it. That person just now seemed to say I am some kind of cultivator.
But… what is a cultivator?
What kind of cultivator am I?
What exactly is a cultivator?
Lu Qingyang’s brows drew tightly together, as if he could not understand.
But after thinking it over and over, he always felt that the oddly dressed person from just now should be able to help him solve his problems.
So Lu Qingyang intended to find the other party and have a good talk.
Only… how do I fly?