Fang Yu immediately did as Xie Daoyun had instructed, grasping the memory fragment.

He sat cross-legged, embracing his origin and guarding it.

Instantly, a piercing cold sensation came from the fragment—

"What kind of material is this fragment made of... Oh my—"

The cold sensation spread swiftly from the palm to the brain.

The scenes before his eyes began to blur.

War horses galloping.

Flashes of blades and shadows of swords.

Rivers of blood.

Piles of bones.

One scene after another swept over, emerging in his mind. Like floodwaters and fierce beasts, they assaulted his head.

Fang Yu felt his head swell with pain, excruciatingly unbearable.

Even within this ice cavern, he still sweated.

Seeing this scene, Xie Daoyun secretly clicked her tongue: "I didn't expect the Dragon Emperor's Supreme Yang Qi to be so powerful."

Around Fang Yu, the ice within a few dozen centimeters gradually melted.

Xie Daoyun's brows slightly furrowed, seeing the fragment in Fang Yu's hand rapidly turning into a luminescent light and disappearing, she knew, it was a critical moment.

"Dragon Emperor, I must act now without prior consent!"

She raised her jade hand.

The Heavenly Position Level Primordial Qi lifted Fang Yu, slowly moving him backward, placing him onto the ice bed.

Looking at the ice bed emitting cold Qi, Xie Daoyun was momentarily distracted; since she started living here, that ice bed had been with her. In a snap of the fingers, centuries hurried by; her hair had turned white with age, yet the ice bed remained unchanged.

"I hope this thousand-year-old ice bed can help suppress the Dragon Emperor's Supreme Yang Qi!"

Having said that, she slowly turned around, facing the melted ice cubes, swiped her hand, and a potent Ice Attribute Gang Qi quickly refroze the water on the ground, forming new ice cubes.

…

Fang Yu felt increasingly as if there was a fierce fire burning inside him.

His body scorched, unbearably hot.

Only the slight coolness from around him made him feel slightly comfortable.

His head hurt more and more.

He felt as though he was experiencing growth, age increasing, years passing… learning various things, boxing, fighting, firing… then Martial Arts, Martial Arts First Layer… Martial Arts Ninth Layer, Innate, Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang…

Each move and style was like he was practicing it himself.

The piled-up bones seemed as though he had killed them with his own hands.

…

Time flew quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a day and a night had passed.

A hint of worry flickered through Xie Daoyun's calm eyes…

"It has been a day and a night… I wonder how the memory recovery of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor is going…"

"It's a pity, there's only one memory fragment. I really hope he can… remember… remember the days we spent together."

…

…

Ye Family villa.

Hidden Dragon guards strictly stood guard every day.

In the courtyard.

Ye Wenjun held a tree branch, gesturing left and right.

Moving like an elf, her actions flowing like water…

"Wenjun, martial techniques are not just for show. Your practice is too soft; it cannot bring out the true power of swordsmanship," Ye Xingkong's voice came.

Ye Wenjun stopped her movements.

Her tree branch positioned behind her elegant stance.

She looked beyond the courtyard.

Regrettably, the street outside was empty.

She slowly turned and said to Ye Xingkong, "What I practice is not Martial Arts."

"Sigh, your cultivation progress has always been slow. If you don't work hard and practice diligently, it will be difficult to achieve anything in the future," Ye Xingkong shook his head.

In this instant, he suddenly wondered if letting Ye Wenjun enter the path of Martial Arts was a mistake. From childhood, Ye Wenjun had never endured hardship or fatigue.

The cultivation of Martial Arts, how harsh and difficult it is.

If you can't pass this test, how can you qualify as a Martial Artist?

Boom!

Suddenly, a Hidden Dragon Guard was sent flying, crashing through the main gate and falling into the courtyard.

Ye Xingkong and Ye Wenjun both stunned, turned their attention toward the gate.

Slowly, three figures approached.

Leading them was the woman who had visited before, Shangguan Linghui, flanked by two maids on each side, closely following behind.

"Lady Shangguan..." Ye Xingkong's expression subtly changed.

Shangguan Linghui's face was indifferent as she glanced over the entire courtyard.

Then she said, "Bring out Fang Yu."

Ye Wenjun replied cautiously,

"You've come too early, he's not here."

Shangguan Linghui's gaze rested on Ye Wenjun, feeling slightly irked. She always considered her demeanor outstanding and extraordinary. Yet, upon meeting Ye Wenjun, she felt somewhat inferior.

She snorted coldly and said, "According to the agreed time, indeed, it's tomorrow, but... did I ever say I wouldn't come earlier?"

"You—" Ye Xingkong's face turned pale.

This was playing word games. Truly despicable.

Shangguan Linghui walked inside.

"Last time was a rush… I didn't even ask your name… Are you Ye Wenjun?" Shangguan Linghui sized up Ye Wenjun.

Ye Wenjun, undaunted, replied, "I am Ye Wenjun."

"Not bad. Very good…" Shangguan Linghui said.

After speaking, she walked toward the main hall.

The Ye family became visibly distressed.

Upon entering the main hall, Shangguan Linghui took the main seat and loudly demanded, "Ye Wenjun, pour me a cup of tea."

Ye Wenjun remained unmoved.

At this moment, one of Shangguan Linghui's maids shouted angrily, "Ye Wenjun, are you deaf? My young miss is asking you to pour tea, did you not hear?!"

Ye Wenjun replied indifferently, "I only pour tea for guests!"

"How dare you, my young miss is an honorable guest of the Ye Family... According to the rules of the Luli Sect, you ordinary Martial Artists should be kneeling to welcome her! Instead of being grateful to my young miss, you act so arrogantly, how preposterous! I shall punish you on behalf of my miss!"

Swoosh—

The maid suddenly drew a long whip from behind—

Crack!

She lashed out with the whip.

Ye Wenjun agilely dodged to the side.

The maid slightly surprised, remarked, "Oh, you are also a Martial Artist! I wouldn't have guessed! Well, I'm not afraid of killing you now!"

Crack!

Another strike of her whip lashed out.

The Black Whip, like a venomous snake, danced wildly in the air.

Crack, crack…

Ye Wenjun dodged again.

The little Primordial Qi remaining inside her Dantian moved through her meridians.

Her step technique was light and graceful.

The maid, once more astonished, said, "She's a Martial Artist? I can hardly believe this…"

The speed of the whip increased.

Seeing this, Ye Wenjun's eyebrows knitted tightly; she knew that with her strength, she could not dodge anymore.

Crack!

Ye Xingkong suddenly flashed in front of Ye Wenjun and grabbed the Black Whip.

Even so, a portion of the whip still grazed Ye Wenjun's wrist... leaving a purple mark on her fair wrist!

A burning pain surged.

Ye Xingkong glared and said, "Lady Shangguan, we can talk this over, why resort to anger?"

Shangguan Linghui chuckled lightly, "I've already been very restrained... If it were the old days, your Ye Family would have been dead by now! What right do you have to negotiate terms with me..."

Ye Xingkong was left speechless.

He really had no standing to negotiate with Shangguan Linghui!

The disparity in strength was too great.

Shangguan Linghui declared, "I've changed my mind... I've walked a lot today, my feet are a bit sore, Ye Wenjun, come and massage my feet for me."

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