Chapter 1129: Forgotten

Jin Caiwei never expected that after going in such a huge circle, she would find out it was all caused by her own tribe members foolishly messing around. She was utterly humiliated.

"Get yourself in order! If I hear any more rumors in the black market about phantoms in the projection orbs bringing bad luck, you'll be in for it!" Jin Caiwei glared fiercely at Elder Shi. Their Qiongqi tribe had always had a bad reputation, even being counted among the Four Fiends, notorious for their ferocity. Now, with the projection orb business just starting to blossom throughout the cultivation world, if Elder Shi's actions were to spread, outsiders would undoubtedly make malicious conjectures about the Qiongqi tribe.

"Alright, alright, Senior Caiwei, calm down," Lu Yang quickly stepped forward to comfort Jin Caiwei. He could see the little tiger was genuinely enraged and might lash out at Elder Shi. Elder Shi, merely in the early Golden Core stage, certainly couldn't withstand a claw from the little tiger.

"Look on the bright side: at least no one is casting curses through the projection orbs, right?" The idea for the projection orbs came from Lu Yang. Regardless of his identity as the Young Sect Master and Pillar Minister, Lu Yang had been kind to the entire Qiongqi tribe, so his words still carried a lot of weight with Jin Caiwei.

"Please calm your anger, Senior! I promise there won't be a next time!" Elder Shi forced a smile, looking gratefully at Lu Yang.

"Fine, fine, let's go." Jin Caiwei huffily left Elder Shi's residence, transforming back into her Qiongqi totem form. The other women barely suppressed their laughter, wanting to but daring not, fearing they might provoke the little tiger into scratching them.

At the Great Hall of the Western Temple, the sleeping Buddha opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face. "Something seems to have changed?"

He extended a golden Buddha hand, grasping in the void, and a Dao fruit, resembling solidified golden river water, appeared in his palm. He activated his Suiyue Dao Fruit, stepping alone into the river of time. Infinite time swirled around him, feeling like an instant and yet an eternity. "Strange, time hasn't reversed. Is it just my imagination?"

Suiyue Immortal paced with his hands behind his back in the Great Hall, a bit perplexed. Although his intuition wasn't as precise as Immortal Buhuo's, it rarely erred. "Immortal Buhuo should be at Wendao Sect, and Fellow Daoist Yunzhi as well. I'll go ask them." Suiyue Immortal rose and flew towards Wendao Sect. This was the first time he had left the Great Hall in three hundred thousand years.

At the Ancestral Temple of the Great Bean Dynasty. "Senior Caiwei, what do you think about filling the empty parts of our ancestral temple wall with biscuits and then brushing a layer of syrup over them?" Yun Mengmeng asked with a cheerful smile, squatting with Jin Caiwei in the corner.

Jin Caiwei, who had been feeling somewhat downcast, heard Yun Mengmeng's suggestion, and her attention was temporarily diverted. She pondered seriously. "That's actually a good idea. Using only syrup to patch the holes is a bit too sweet."

"Come on, let's figure out what kind of biscuits would be suitable."

"Immortal, are you thinking about something?" Lu Yang noticed that Immortal Buhuo had been frequently spacing out ever since they returned from Jin'an City. For example, she was currently sitting cross-legged on the bed, hands tucked in her sleeves, head tilted, and brows furrowed, looking as if deep in thought.

"Xiao Yangzi, why is it that I, an immortal so young, have such a poor memory? I always feel like I've forgotten something."

"What have you forgotten?"

"Xiao Yangzi, you're so silly! If I knew what I forgot, would it still be called forgetting?"

"Actually, I also always feel like I've forgotten something," Lu Yang said awkwardly.

"The Immortal and Junior Brother also feel like they've forgotten something?" A cool voice echoed beside Lu Yang and Immortal Buhuo, making Lu Yang jump. "Senior Sister!"

Lu Yang thought to himself, "Senior Sister, could you please give us a heads-up when you arrive? It's quite startling." "Wait, 'also'?" Lu Yang noticed his Senior Sister's choice of words. "So, Senior Sister, you've also forgotten something?"

"Indeed, my intuition rarely errs." Suiyue Immortal appeared in the mental space. After arriving at Wendao Sect, he had only found Yunzhi, not Immortal Buhuo. Yunzhi also sensed something amiss, so she brought Suiyue Immortal back to the Buddha Realm.

"Did something happen?" Lu Yang put aside his playful attitude, his expression turning serious. All four of them felt something was amiss; it couldn't be simply dismissed as imagination.

"Sit, sit first." Immortal Buhuo was very polite. Guests visiting someone's home certainly shouldn't stand, so she conjured two beds for Yunzhi and Suiyue Immortal to sit on, then patted her own bed, signaling Lu Yang to sit there.

Suiyue Immortal was the first to speak: "Just now, I was dozing off in the Great Hall when a thought suddenly struck me, without reason, that time had undergone an unknown change."

"Did time rewind?"

Suiyue Immortal shook his head, dismissing Lu Yang's idea. "No, I fully activated my Suiyue Dao Fruit to check. The river of time is flowing forward, with no signs of regression. This means no time reversal has occurred."

"Furthermore, only the Suiyue Dao Fruit can achieve time reversal; even a nascent Dao Fruit cannot. If time reversal truly happened, it could only be because I did it."

"Initially, I thought it was an illusion, but then I felt something was still wrong, so I visited Fellow Daoist Yunzhi. Fellow Daoist Yunzhi, in turn, said she seemed to have lost a period of memory, yet when she carefully recalled, she found her memories were continuous and there were no problems."

Yunzhi added, "I asked Ying Tianxian, Jiang Ping'an, and Meng Junzi, and none of them noticed anything unusual."

"So, only the three seniors and I feel something is wrong?" Lu Yang was astonished. The fact that immortals like Ying Tianxian hadn't noticed made the matter more serious than he imagined. Although he was an immortal, he was still weaker than true immortals in a real fight. His ability to sense the anomaly might be related to Immortal Buhuo living in his mental space. "Did the mastermind make a move?" Lu Yang frowned. This was the only explanation now.

"This is the first time the mastermind has truly acted." Although the mastermind had previously sought out Emperor Zhongtian, that didn't sound like the mastermind's true methods. What could have happened to force the mastermind to act?

Under the dark night sky, two robber cultivators suppressed their aura and quietly approached a damp cave.

"Brother, maybe we should just give up," one of the robber cultivators whispered, feeling a persistent sense of unease.

"What are you scared of? I've already investigated thoroughly. This Hermit Gu is only in the early Nascent Soul stage and has no significant achievements. He just hides all day, messing around with who knows what. With our preparedness against his unawareness, it'll be easy for the two of us Nascent Soul cultivators to deal with him, won't it?"

The timid robber cultivator gritted his teeth. "Alright, I'll listen to you, Brother!"

The two approached the damp cave, took out their respective signature magic artifacts—a bell and a cauldron—and frantically poured spiritual energy into them. The bell and cauldron were instantly activated. They simultaneously charged into the cave, faces contorted with menace, and threatened sharply, "Hermit Gu, prepare to die!"

"No one's here?" The two robber cultivators exchanged bewildered glances. The cave was spotlessly clean, looking completely uninhabited.