When Jiangli and others returned, it was already around five or six in the morning. She washed up and then went to sleep, estimating it was around seven.
At most, she had slept for about an hour.
Jiangli rubbed her pulsing and aching temple, feeling that she wouldn’t be able to sleep today.
She recalled the images in the dream.
That person... could it be Fu Shiyan?
If so, why, even after seeing Fu Shiyan, couldn’t she recall that person’s appearance?
If so, then why doesn’t Fu Shiyan recognize her?
When she first t Fu Shiyan, there was no sense of familiarity.
Could it really be because her Spiritual Bone had been separated for too long, and her mory isn’t good?
But...
Recently, she had regained quite a bit of her mory, yet there were still so people and events she couldn’t recall.
Could it be related to the severe injury she suffered?
If that’s the case, perhaps only by finding the other Spiritual Bones could she rember.
If she’s guessed correctly, the remaining two pieces of Spiritual Bone should be at Laoshan and Dangshan.
Jiangli thought again about the location set for this Xuann competition.
How coincidental, it’s at Laoshan and Dangshan.
Could it be that Master Qu Lin arranged this intentionally?
If Master Qu Lin planned this on purpose, what is his true intention?
Today, Jiangli deliberately provoked Master Qu Lin, infuriating him. If he really harbors bad intentions, he should act soon.
Jiangli turned her head, looking toward the window.
She lived on a high floor and hadn’t drawn the curtains.
The weather today seed poor, the sky appeared pressed by dark clouds.
Jiangli watched for a mont, took a deep breath, and got up to wash.
When she erged from the bathroom, outside was already a bright sunny day.
Jiangli didn’t go out but stayed in the room.
She no longer felt sleepy, clearly couldn’t sleep, so she took out her phone intending to play for awhile, only to find it had turned off due to lack of battery.
Jiangli plugged in her phone to charge, left it aside, and lay on the small sofa, lost in thought.
When Jiangli was idle, Bai Changfeng had returned to the hotel from Master Qu Lin’s study, holding the manual recording the Celestial Maiden Ba.
This manual was a collection of the notes of successive presidents of the Xuann Association.
Plus the oral transmission from predecessors, it encompassed over a thousand years of events.
Within, there is detailed docuntation on the Celestial Maiden Ba.
It’s said to be gradually completed over generations, more comprehensive than any record available outside about the Celestial Maiden Ba.
Bai Changfeng held the thick compilation and returned to his room.
He shared a room with Xun Tianhai.
Xun Tianhai had already fallen asleep.
Probably too tired, Bai Changfeng’s entrance did not wake him up.
Seeing him asleep, Bai Changfeng quieted his steps, walked to his bed, and flipped open the part of the notes regarding the Celestial Maiden Ba.
It recorded how the Celestial Maiden Ba was suppressed in Beihai for three thousand years, later re-erging, only to openly attack the Huaqing Palace, punished into the mortal world by the Father God, taken under the Celestial Master’s na, and forced to cultivate a new heart for the Tao.
Two hundred years later, she committed nurous cris again, harming countless accompanying disciples before disappearing without a trace.
Disappeared without a trace...
Bai Changfeng silently mouthed these four words, then saw a few lines of small annotative text below.
Approximately stating, so speculated that the Celestial Maiden Ba went berserk, died, and vanished along with her Tao.
Others speculated her ferocity was excessive, uncontrollable, and after going berserk, was exterminated.
But all are speculations with no solid evidence.
Bai Changfeng, seeing this, turned back to revisit the initial records.
Celestial Maiden Ba, God of Drought, born fierce, inclined to massacre, during the Father God and Black Demon battle, killed forty thousand people, laden with sin, punished by suppression in Beihai.
Bai Changfeng seeing this line, felt a heaviness in his heart.
Forty thousand people...
Laden with sin...
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