Tu Qiming's face twitched, and he started instinctively retreating. "What are you doing?"
Lu Yin did not answer. He simply continued slowly walking forward. Tu Qiming gulped nervously, and his smile grew ugly. "Boss, it was just a joke! A joke. There’s no need to be so serious."
Lu Yin raised his hand and then suddenly it dropped down, startling Tu Qiming. "Eldest Sister, save me!"
Lu Yin’s hand dropped onto Tu Qiming's shoulder. "Eldest sister? Are you referring to my eldest sister?"
Tu Qiming went pale. Staring at the approaching Lu Yin, Tu Qiming felt a sense of familiarity strike him; this scene overlapped with another from the past. It was an event that had played out too many times before, and it had even appeared in his dreams on countless occasions. This scene was why he had asked Lu Yin to beat him on the Stacking Mountain Range. Seeing Lu Yin had allowed Tu Qiming to escape from his mental torture by escaping from reality for a moment. However, at this moment, upon seeing such a familiar scene, Tu Qiming had lost himself and had subconsciously called out for Big Sister.
Upon seeing Tu Qiming’s pale and haggard face, Lu Yin withdrew his hand. "Tell me about what happened back then."
Tu Qiming rubbed his eyes as he stared at Lu Yin. "Lu bastard, if not for you, things would have never turned out as they did!"
Lu Yin stared at Tu Qiming. This person actually knew what had happened. "Explain things to me clearly."
"It’s all because you fell in love with that bitch, Bai Xian'er! All of us were tricked, and it’s all because of you!" Tu Qiming shouted as he furiously glared at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin frowned. "Tell me exactly what happened on the wedding day."
Tu Qiming roared, "How should I know? You got me drunk! I was only a child back then, a kid, and yet you actually got me drunk, Lu bastard! You’re such a bastard! Everyone always talked about how cheerful and friendly you were, but in truth, you were a despicable bastard! You were always afraid that I would eventually surpass you, so you tried to stall my progress by getting me drunk."
A slap was heard as Lu Yin smacked the side of Tu Qiming’s head, this time for real. "You don't remember anything from that day?"
Tu Qiming cradled his head. "No! You got me drunk!"
"Trash!" Lu Yin was quite upset.
Tu Qiming bared his teeth. "Who are you calling trash? If my innate gift had been crippled, I’d be able to defeat a hundred of you!"
"What is your innate gift?" Lu Yin was curious about this.
Tu Qiming’s head snapped up. "Figure it out for yourself!"
Lu Yin snapped back, "It looks like your innate gift was for getting beat up!"
"Lu bastard, I’ll fight you when I recover!" Tu Qiming shouted, frustrated by his situation.
Lu Yin ignored him. Instead, he looked out at the active battlefield of the fourth array base. He had noticed a Triple Gates and a Palm of Thousand Skies being used.
Tu Qiming followed Lu Yin's gaze and murmured, "Grandpa Zhiyi is still so impressive. He slaughters them like cutting grass."
At that same moment, Wan Zhiyi looked across the battlefield, and Tu Qiming pulled his neck back in fright before quickly slipping away.
Lu Yin stepped forward and entered the battlefield.
"Don't attack. If you take action, you will easily draw out the Seven Skygods," Wan Zhiyi said, and while his voice was a bit hoarse, he sounded much, much better than when Lu Yin had found the man beneath the Stacking Mountain Range.
Lu Yin looked at the man. "You’ve recovered a great deal."
The old man’s face was not nearly as pale as before, and his aura had grown much stronger as well. Whenever he released an attack, even Arch-Elder Zen and Hen Xin would take notice.
However, Wan Zhiyi just shook his head and let out a sigh. "It’s not enough. I’ll never be able to reach the Progenitor realm in my life."
"That’s not guaranteed. As long as you’re alive, there is always hope," Lu Yin replied.
Wan Zhiyi gave a wry smile. He was well aware of his condition, but hearing Lu Yin offer comfort still cheered the old man up.
Wan Zhiyi took a deep breath and offered Lu Yin a slow, formal bow. "Wan Zhiyi, grand elder of the Wan family, greets the young master."
Lu Yin quickly raised a hand to stop the old man. "Grandpa Zhiyi, there’s no need for that."
Wan Zhiyi somberly replied, "There are ceremonies that cannot be ignored. No matter what happens, my Wan family will remain a vassal family of the Lu family. You will always be our young master."
Lu Yin stared at Wan Zhiyi. The old man’s stubbornness was on full display right now. There was both stubbornness and a tremendous respect for the Lu family. After considering the old man’s feelings, Lu Yin dropped his hand and allowed Wan Zhiyi to finish his ceremony.
Just beyond the active battlefield, Yao Di noticed what was happening, and his eye started twitching. Yet another Semi-Progenitor was declaring their loyalty to Lu Yin, and this old man was far from an average Semi-Progenitor. Why were there so many Semi-Progenitors around Lu Yin? Yao Di could see no hope for the Astral Beast Domain to break free from the humans in the future.
"Grandpa Zhiyi, can you tell me what happened back then?" Lu Yin asked.
Wan Zhiyi shook his head. "All of us have had our memories erased."
Lu Yin felt quite disappointed, as well as incredibly surprised. Why had the four ruling powers erased everyone’s memories of that day? Was it really necessary? Both the people driven insane and locked up in Crimson Garden and the Lu family’s vassals who had been banished to the Stacking Mountain Range had been placed in locations where they would never be able to see the Perennial World again in their lives. So why had their memories still been erased?
The entire Perennial World knew that the Lu family had been exiled, so why had everything about the events surrounding their exile been erased? There had to be something that was being covered up.
"The last memory that any of us have of that day is of the wedding ceremony. All of us were only thinking of offering you our blessings, Young Master. There’s nothing else from that day," Wan Zhiyi explained.
Lu Yin frowned. "I’m going to mention a few things, and maybe they’ll mean something to you."
Even Prof. Wei had been able to determine that the Yellow Springs referred to the Wang family from her research into ancient records. Wan Zhiyi was the leader of the Wan family, which had been one of the vassal clans beneath the Lu family, and the old man had enjoyed a status comparable to that of a Progenitor. So, it was likely that he would know more.
"Young Master, please tell me," Wan Zhiyi said.
Lu Yin's eyes grew cold. "White Dragon Rolls Over."
Wan Zhiyi’s eyes narrowed. "That refers to when the Ancestor Python turns over. The White Dragon Clan alone can get close to the Ancestor Python, while even members of the Lu family might be attacked if they try to get close to the Ancestor Python. When I say close, I mean touching or communicating with the snake.
"When the Ancestor Python turns over, he will shake the sky. Apparently, when the Lu Sanctum was cast out, it was because the Ancestor Python rolled over."
"It wasn’t the Lu Sanctum. It was the entire Higher Realm," Lu Yin corrected.
While Wan Zhiyi was clearly shocked by this information, he still continued talking. "That is likely possible for the Ancestor Python, though I don’t know how the White Dragon Clan caused it to happen. It’s possible that the master knows, but I do not."
"Yellow Springs," Lu Yin said next.
Wan Zhiyi was caught off guard. "Are you referring to the Wang family’s Yellow Springs? They’ve kept that matter hidden for a very long time, but I once heard Patriarch Tianyi mention that the liquid referred to as the Yellow Springs is actually blood."
"Blood?" Lu Yin was stunned. It was yellow, so could it be actual, biological blood?