Chapter 301: The Family Ancestor's Surname Is Li!
Li Zhao closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.
Even through his heavy eyelids, he could feel the astonishing heat and terrifying temperature within that massive fireball.
He knew he was certain to die.
“Ah…”
Li Zhao let out a faint sigh.
Lamenting why he had such bad luck.
“A Nascent Soul cultivator who’s gone mad…”
“Heh!”
Li Zhao shook his head, speechless.
But suddenly!
“Bzz—”
Li Zhao abruptly heard a strange resonance by his ear.
The sound was sharp and brief, yet carried a certain wondrous rhythm.
Like an invisible sound wave spreading.
Circling around his ears.
The melody seemed extremely unique, continuous and unending.
And after a long while, he still had not met the terrifying impact he had imagined.
Only a slightly cold voice suddenly resounded by his ear.
“You… are called Li Zhao?”
Li Zhao was stunned.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes!
What came into view was still that figure in blue robes, only now his face carried a hint of surprise and curiosity.
Li Zhao’s gaze swept around.
He realized he had already appeared within the great city of the Artisan Island.
The imagined impact and explosion had not occurred.
Above in the sky, that spiritual-energy metal light barrier was completely intact.
That Black Iron Puppet Armor Guard was busily soaring through the air.
As if searching for something.
“You… Senior, who are you…”
Li Zhao swallowed hard and asked with a trembling voice.
“I told you, my name is Lu Qingyang.”
The blue-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
“Lu… Senior Lu, may I ask what instructions you have for this humble one?”
Li Zhao’s heart trembled as he could not help but ask.
Though he did not understand why Lu Qingyang had inexplicably followed him.
But since the other party had not violently destroyed everything.
Then at least it meant the other party should be reasonable.
“You are called Li Zhao…”
Lu Qingyang raised an eyebrow.
Then, he lifted his gaze to the sky, looking toward the ethereal firmament.
“Do you know…”
“What place this is?”
“This place?”
Li Zhao was dazed at these words, not knowing why the other party asked this.
But in an instant, he had a guess.
Could this person be some old monster who secluded himself for a long time and lost track of the years?
Thinking this, Li Zhao still responded respectfully.
“Reporting to Senior, this place is called the Artisan Island.”
“It is one of the countless islands in the Hundred Fragments Domain, under the rule of the Saint Sect of the Chaotian Realm.”
“The Saint Sect?”
“Countless islands?”
Lu Qingyang murmured softly, then fell into silence.
After a long while, he spoke again, but changed to a different question.
“Li Zhao, are you willing to help me?”
When Lu Qingyang said this.
Li Zhao was stunned.
He could not figure out what help a mortal like him could possibly offer to a Nascent Soul powerhouse.
But… thinking of the other party’s world-destroying power.
He still gritted his teeth and said.
“If Senior has a task, this junior will go through fire and water without hesitation!”
Li Zhao’s face was serious.
Lu Qingyang gave a slight nod and continued.
“I seem to have lost a portion of my memories.”
“Because aside from my own name, I cannot recall a single thing about anything else.”
“So, I need some help.”
“I need to know exactly who I am, where I came from, what I am supposed to do…”
“Of course, if you agree to this condition, I will definitely reward you generously in the future.”
Lu Qingyang said earnestly, like a sincere elder.
And hearing these words from Lu Qingyang.
Li Zhao’s eyes flew wide.
Lost memories…
There were Nascent Soul-level Ancestors who lost their memories?
This was simply a tale of the Arabian Nights.
“Senior, are you sure you want me to help?”
Li Zhao hesitated for a moment, then carefully reminded him.
“Hm?”
“What? You are unwilling?”
Lu Qingyang looked puzzled, as if he did not understand why Li Zhao would refuse.
Seeing this, Li Zhao quickly waved his hand.
“No no no, Senior misunderstood, this junior did not mean that.”
“It is just that this junior is lowly in status and a mortal, so I fear I cannot help a cultivator like Senior. Moreover, I…”
“Wait…”
Li Zhao was only halfway through his words.
Suddenly.
Lu Qingyang interrupted him.
He asked with a hint of curiosity.
“Cultivator? What is a cultivator?”
At these words, Li Zhao was completely dumbfounded.
He could see it now. Lu Qingyang had probably not just lost his memories.
He had forgotten everything!
What kind of situation was this?
A dignified Nascent Soul bigshot.
Had actually forgotten even the most basic common knowledge?
Li Zhao could not help but let out a bitter laugh.
But he still patiently explained:
“A so-called cultivator is one who defies heaven in cultivation, seizes the fortune of heaven and earth, and strengthens their own body…”
Over the next hour, Li Zhao gave Lu Qingyang a detailed explanation of what cultivators were.
What Puppet Armor Cultivators were, and the current difference between cultivators and Puppet Armor Cultivators.
And from this information, Lu Qingyang caught one extremely crucial piece of information.
That was, the cultivators who should seemingly be more powerful were now no longer the mainstream of the world.
As if… they had lost the blessing of heaven and earth.
And just as Lu Qingyang was about to continue asking.
A completely unfamiliar electronic sound suddenly rang by his ear.
【Ding! Simulation Time has cooled down】
【Yes/No to begin simulation?】
“Hm? What sound is this?”
Lu Qingyang was somewhat surprised.
He actually felt utterly unfamiliar with this sound, yet also incredibly familiar with it.
As if he had heard it no less than a thousand times!
He even wanted to instinctively answer ‘Yes’!
But seeing Li Zhao still in front of him, Lu Qingyang did not act rashly.
Instead, after asking several more detailed questions, he proposed the idea of staying at his home temporarily.
Li Zhao naturally did not dare refuse.
He immediately led Lu Qingyang to his home.
A clean and tidy small two-courtyard house.
Lu Qingyang stood there, quietly observing everything.
After his gaze swept around Li Zhao’s house, it stopped on a corner of the wall.
There, a scroll painting was hanging.
Only…
This scroll painting was too damaged, already unbearable to look at.
Only when Lu Qingyang walked closer to examine it did he realize it was actually a portrait of an old man.
“This one is…”
Lu Qingyang looked at the man in the painting, somewhat surprised.
The man in the painting was around sixty or seventy years old.
Wearing a white robe, with a wooden tablet hanging at his waist.
Though he looked aged, he was clearly full of vigor.
Not at all like an ordinary mortal elder.
“Oh, this one, this is the Family Ancestor.”
“Actually, speaking of it, this one is not exactly my direct ancestor, but rather an ancestor of my household.”
“It is just that, according to the elders in my family, this ancestor of mine was quite famous, so we enshrined him along with the others.”
Li Canghai responded while tidying up the room for Lu Qingyang.
And Lu Qingyang stared at the portrait of the white-robed old man, feeling an intense familiarity.
How… does it feel like I have seen him somewhere?
Lu Qingyang’s mind raced, trying to find a matching memory.
However, there was still no result.
So he subconsciously asked: “What is your Family Ancestor’s name?”
“Uh… the Family Ancestor’s surname was Li, with the single name ‘Fu’!”
Li Canghai hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Li… Fu…?”
Lu Qingyang’s brow furrowed slightly at these words, feeling it was even more familiar…