Endless darkness, this is the world Zhou Bai sees before him at the moment. He thought strangely: "Complete darkness? Could it be some information from when the 20 hexagrams were buried? But Em just said this is valid information..." Just when Zhou Bai felt something was odd, the darkness in front of him suddenly changed. He saw mists rolling out from the darkness, emanating multicolored lights, as if faintly shadowy figures could be seen swaying within them. As the mist got closer, a scene appeared before Zhou Bai, playing out as if from someone's perspective like a movie. A small boy, dressed in a purple robe, wearing a jade hairpin, and exuding regal aura all over, spoke arrogantly, "My name is Ji Wufan. Let me tell you, my father is Xuan Cheng Immortal Venerable of the Purple Cloud Palace, the leader of the Seven Great Dao Sects. Serve me well now, and I'll take you to enjoy years of immortal fortune at the Purple Cloud Palace in the future!" In front of the small boy, three children listened intently and reverently to all this, and subsequently began to serve him wherever he went. One of the smallest boys, with lively eyes, took the opportunity when his two companions weren't around to ask secretly, "Young master, can I cultivate?" "Hahahaha!" Ji Wufan laughed aloud, looking disdainfully at the small boy, "You, a peasant, are greedy enough to want to cultivate?" "Let me tell you, only those of us with celestial bloodlines can comprehend and cultivate. You farming low bloods are not recognized by the Heavenly Dao and can only farm your whole life. Forget about cultivating." Hearing these words, the small boy's face gradually grew dark, he clenched his fists, and a voice kept echoing in his mind. "Why can't someone born to farm cultivate?" After the image in the mist dissipated, Zhou Bai thought curiously: 'Ji Wufan?' He remembered the last person he saw collecting 64 hexagrams and climbing Blind Mountain to seek the Foolishness Scripture seemed named Ji Wufan. "Is this his memory from childhood? Why would I see his childhood memories here?" The source of this content ɪs novel-fire.net "But this guy's appearance as a child is really annoying." At that moment, another mist swept over, flickering with ever-changing lights. Zhou Bai's eyes lit up, knowing Em was right, this time there indeed wasn't just one piece of valid information. "Oh? You're leaving?" Ji Wufan said in surprise, "Hmph, if I make an appearance, who knows how many people would want to cling to me, hoping I'd take them to the Purple Cloud Palace. Yet you want to go back and farm? Are you a fool?" In front of Ji Wufan, a short boy bowed and said, "Young master, my parents are old, I want to stay and take care of them." The other two boys at the side urged, "Fang Hao, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" "The young master holds such a prestigious identity, casually bestowing things would be enough for your parents to enjoy endlessly, why do you have to go back to care for them?" The short boy addressed as Fang Hao knelt to the ground and simply said, "Please, young master, grant me this." Ji Wufan snorted coldly, turned and left, "Go if you wish, just a servant, would I really miss you?" "And don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You imagine you'll be free to seek immortality without the constraints of the Purple Cloud Palace?" "With such low blood, you'll never step on the path to immortality." "Once I start cultivating, we'll forever be on separate paths." Finished speaking, Ji Wufan turned and walked on, the two boys hurriedly following him. Kneeling on the ground, Fang Hao raised his head, looking longingly, expectantly, yet jealously at the departing back. Zhou Bai frowned, feeling that the memories he saw twice seemed of no use. Just then, another mist flickered radiantly and floated over. 'Just how many memory fragments were found this time? Looks like Em's method is correct.' Flames soared into the sky, the manor was full of flashing blades, and the sound of battle cries. Fang Hao, carrying a blood-covered Ji Wufan, desperately ran outward. Ji Wufan bitterly smiled, "To think it's you, a servant, who came back to save me in the end." Fang Hao calmly said, "Young master, don't speak, close your eyes and rest well, I will definitely save you." "Leave me behind, I'm already a cripple, living is meaningless. These killers aren't weak, and they didn't leave a single survivor. If you're found while carrying me, you'll die for sure..." "Young master, as long as one lives, there's always hope." Ji Wufan shook his head, still wanting to say more, yet felt a growing coldness in his body, his consciousness getting increasingly blurred, and finally drifted into slumber. When he awoke, he found himself in a dim room. He wanted to sit up but found his sleeve empty and powerless, recalling his hands were blown off in the fight. "Young master, you're awake." Ji Wufan looked up to see a figure standing in the darkness, "Fang Hao? Where is this? Did we escape? It's a pity I'm already a cripple, escaping is pointless." The short-statured Fang Hao nervously stared at him and said, "Young master, don't be discouraged, there are many miraculous dao techniques in the world, surely one can help you." On the bed, Ji Wufan sneered bitterly, "Now with my body crippled, the difficulty of cultivation has increased more than tenfold, what's the use of any brilliant dao technique? I can't practice at all. Moreover, my father has many sons, he won't regenerate limbs just for me, the achievements in my life are limited." Finished, Ji Wufan looked at Fang Hao, "You saved me this time, if we return alive, what reward do you want?" Fang Hao nodded, then said with expectation, "I want to learn dao techniques." The youth said indifferently, "You have low blood, unrecognized by the Heavenly Dao, can't learn dao techniques." Fang Hao: "Why can't low blood learn dao techniques?" Ji Wufan replied, "It's the law of heaven and earth, the Heavenly Dao doesn't recognize low blood, so you can't cultivate dao techniques." Fang Hao stared blankly at Ji Wufan, "Young master, is there really no way?" Ji Wufan said, "There's no way, but since you saved me this time, I'll take you back to Purple Cloud Palace, then I'll ask my father to casually give you some elixirs. Even if you can't cultivate dao techniques, living for a hundred or two hundred years won't be a problem, and I'll send you some gold and silver, enough for you to enjoy wealth and honor under the mountain." Fang Hao said with disappointment, "Young master, is there really no way?" Ji Wufan frowned, "I said there's no way..." Fang Hao said, "As long as I can enter the path... I don't mind dying." Ji Wufan shook his head, "Even if you die, it's impossible to enter the path." Fang Hao said blankly, "If I can't enter the path, then what's the point of living."