Chapter 1188 - 335: Memories Should Be Kept Safe! Is It You?!
And this youth is wearing a mask, completely obscuring his appearance.
Who is he?!
Everyone is equally puzzled.
Who else could it be... Of course, it’s that sly Yuchi.
Right now, Yuchi is indeed feeling helpless; when the Grand Elder appeared, he had already spotted Yuan’Er and the others.
He followed them, thinking about how to ensure this encounter would be unforgettable.
Then, when the elders appeared, he thought he could play the hero.
But who would have guessed Yuan’Er would be so fierce?
She didn’t back down at all and was ready to fight.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be; Yuan’Er shouldn’t be bullied right now, Xun Xian should be lying in a pool of blood, and little Ximo should be crying.
Then it would be my time to heroically save the day.
But goodness, even little Ximo is incredibly composed, covering her ears and watching the elders with calm; aside from being startled into crying by Xun Xian initially, she’s astonishingly composed.
What a budding leader of a dark force; her unruly demeanor as a little girl betrays hints of it.
"Who are you?" The Grand Elder’s voice is low, with a slight tremble.
"Don’t hurry away," Yuchi replies using a voice bubbling with humor, "Oil Cricket, it’s me! Don’t you remember me?"
Oil Cricket... Cold sweat forms on the Grand Elder’s forehead: "Fellow cultivator, you’ve got the wrong person; I’m not Oil Cricket."
"Oh really?" Yuchi feigns surprise, "You’re not the guy who used to pick up sheep dung thinking they were candies? I remember you! You’re Oil Cricket."
"Back then, you stole candies from your dad, and to avoid getting caught, you put sheep dung balls in the brown sugar; you got quite the beating for that. If it weren’t for me stopping your dad, you might not be here now."
"What happened, now that you’re doing well, you don’t recognize me from back then?"
I suspect you’re insulting me, but I have no evidence. The Grand Elder tries to struggle again, but the embrace holds firm like a rock.
He’s almost in tears, "Fellow cultivator, I’m really not Oil Cricket, you really got it wrong. I need to go now, I have things to do!"
The murmurs from bystanders grow.
"Wasn’t the Grand Elder acting all mighty just a moment ago? Why isn’t he speaking up now?"
"Who is this young man?"
"No idea, but he seems formidable."
"Exactly! The Grand Elder isn’t daring to speak up now!"
Listening to the voices of gossiping bystanders, the Grand Elder’s face turns red.
And suddenly, Yuchi seems to come back to reality, "Oops, sorry, fellow cultivator, I mistook you. You’re not Oil Cricket, apologies, farewell."
"I told you I’m not Oil Cricket!" The Grand Elder says in agony.
He leaves hurriedly with his entourage, escaping the scene.
Who knows why his luck was so terrible today; stumbling upon a mysterious cultivator, fortunately, this cultivator didn’t mean to be an enemy.
After the elder leaves, the scene carries a strange vibe, as Xun Xian suspiciously looks at the man ahead, dressed in black, somewhat familiar, but definitely not Yuchi...
After all, this guy directly controlled the Grand Elder; his cultivation level must be at the Core Formation Stage.
Even she couldn’t easily suppress the elders so effortlessly.
So who is he?
Why is he here?
Obviously, Yuchi has no intention of revealing himself; he maintains a low profile, mainly because New Year’s is approaching, and he wants single people to enjoy the holiday, so amidst such circumstances, he glances towards the shadows. As expected, a female cultivator approaches.
Xun Xian and others are confused; the female cultivator seems familiar and is stunning, dressed in a blue-jade Immortal Robe, with an immortal aura...
But who exactly she is, none can recall immediately, especially Yuan’Er, who knows who the person is but struggles to utter her name.
"Hello?" Unsure if her eyes deceive her, Yuan’Er steps forward, "Have we met somewhere?"
"Yes, long time no see, Sister Yuan’Er, I’m Qingzhu."
Everyone: "..."
Qingzhu?! Yuan’Er jumps forward, touching Qingzhu’s elastic cheeks, then checks her torso, finally nodding, "It’s Qingzhu, no doubt!"
Everyone: "..."
Qingzhu bites her lip, "Why do I feel somewhat unsatisfied!"
And Yuan’Er is amazed.
At the time, she had a good relationship with Qingzhu, and Xun Xian was there too, studying sewing during the holiday, all clearly remembered, but Qingzhu supposedly returned to her distant homeland!
So why suddenly appear in Jiangzhou City, and how could she be wandering here with a stranger?
That doesn’t make any sense.
Unless.
Unless the man in black beside her... He’s... He’s...
Yuchi smiles and moves his right hand near his ear: "Hello, Moto."
Yuan’Er: "..."
Is it Brother Yuchi!?
Yuchi whispers, "You guys go ahead, I’ll follow, keep a low profile, don’t flaunt the single life."
Meanwhile, on the other side, the elders leave Jiangzhou City for their sect!
"Let’s go! Head back and discuss how this New Year we’ll accept no gifts, only accept from the Cloud Descending Sect, have them all wiped out, and next year the Immortal Robe Pavilion will be ours!"
"Yes!"
The disciples feel a small surge of excitement.
Then they notice the Grand Elder seems off, looking strangely anxious and a bit flustered?
Sometime later, the Grand Elder bellows to the sky, "Where’s my Storage Ring?!"
His Storage Ring is gone; previously he had five rings on his right hand, now none remain. When did they disappear?
Could it be he accidentally lost them? No, that’s impossible!
Could it be...
Could it be because of the mysterious cultivator who passed by?!
Finally, he realized, recalling how this guy pretended to know him but didn’t at all!
He merely spotted my strong cultivation and took the chance to deceive me, and ended up stealing my Storage Rings!
"Ahhh!"
"You dog thief!"
"Don’t let me find out who you are, or I’ll definitely kill you!" The Grand Elder cries out as he returns to the sect, spitting blood in anger.