He Is Wang Xian

"Ah..."

The female disciples in the plaza let out a chorus of screams, then erupted into cheers! It was unbelievable!

Just a moment ago, he'd been on the distant horizon. Now, the two fighters on the elevated platform had been blasted off it!

What a powerhouse!

"Who are you?!"

The instant she was blasted off the platform, Duanmu Xi cried out at the figure standing on it.

"Whoosh!"

Before the two who'd been blasted away could react, Dantai Xiaoxue sprang from her seat in the stands and rushed toward the three-zhang-high platform.

She grabbed the dazed-looking Wang Xian and raced toward the rear of the main hall.

As she ran, she shouted, "Grand Elder, let them keep fighting!"

Holy shit!

Holy shit!!

On the plaza, the male and female disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect sucked in sharp breaths!

Before anyone could make out who had appeared on the platform, the Sword Sect's little ancestor had already made her move, snatched the guy, and run off with him!

Grand Elder Dongfang Feihong froze for a moment, then broke into a smile.

Disciplinary Elder Yan Ruobing turned to the people in the stands and explained, "Sorry, everyone. That girl is so-and-so's precious disciple. Please carry on with the matches!"

Unlike the disciples and elders below, who were all gasping in astonishment, the Kunlun Sword Sect's elders watched Dantai Xiaoxue take the newcomer away and seemed to suddenly understand something.

Perhaps the visitor from the horizon was Dongfang Nishang's guest.

At that moment, Sima Jue, his face dark, sent a voice transmission to an elder in the stands. "Elder Wang, that guy looks like Wang Xian..."

"Junior brother, where have you been? Why did you disappear for days?"

"Wang Xian, what happened to you on the way?"

"Junior brother, how did you fall out of the sky?"

"Tell us. I asked your master, and he doesn't know what happened to you either!"

The master and disciple stared at the bewildered Wang Xian and began questioning him one after another.

Wang Xian opened his mouth, about to say something, but a warning from the white-clad woman rang in his Divine Sea. He stiffened.

After a long silence, he shook his head. "I'd already spotted a Sword Sect... but I got lost in the mountains. Then I got sleepy and took a nap under a tree..."

Seeing that Dongfang Nishang didn't believe him, he added, "Martial Aunt, I seem to have recovered memories from the past. I remembered some nightmares... I didn't miss the Sword Sect's tournament, did I?"

"Junior brother, you did!"

Dantai Xiaoxue cried, "Today's the third day, and it's the last day of the matches!"

Wang Xian shook his head and gave a bitter smile. "Then I won't watch. Martial Aunt, please give me some Spirit Stones. I'll head back to find Master in a little while."

Dongfang Nishang shook her head. "What's the rush? Even if it's the last day, you can still watch. No one's asking you to fight."

In her view, there was no way someone at Wang Xian's Foundation Establishment Realm level would be challenging those prodigies.

Wang Xian, however, had no interest in it. Now that he'd recovered his memories, all he wanted was to go back and be with his master.

Perhaps his senior sister had returned, too.

And with Bear Two around, the temple wasn't as deserted as it had been when he first arrived.

Dongfang Nishang suddenly recalled the cry from below the platform and wondered if perhaps...

Dantai Xiaoxue tugged at Wang Xian's sleeve and asked, "Junior brother, how could you recover your memories just by taking a nap?"

Wang Xian thought for a moment, then took out the jade disc the white-clad woman had given him and placed it in front of Dongfang Nishang.

"What is this?" Dongfang Nishang asked.

"It shows something that happened to me in the past, something I didn't know about."

Wang Xian took a deep breath and told his master and senior sister about what had happened at Phoenix Academy.

He finished coldly, "If it hadn't been for Master, I'd have died in the snow!"

"How despicable!"

Dantai Xiaoxue sprang to her feet and was about to charge into the plaza to demand an explanation from the elders of Phoenix Academy.

Dongfang Nishang caught her and said quietly, "This is your junior brother's business. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Wang Xian shook his head. "Senior sister, don't be impulsive. I lost all my cultivation before. Even if I've recovered some of it, I'm still no match for them..."

Now that he'd recovered his memories, Wang Xian was no longer in a hurry.

After ten years of bitter cultivation in the Heavenly Book, his state of mind was nothing like it had been before.

Dongfang Nishang's lips twitched, her face full of bitterness.

She sent Dantai Xiaoxue to fetch some pastries, then brewed a pot of tea herself. After thinking it over, she took out a Storage Ring and pressed it into Wang Xian's hand.

She said softly, "There are a thousand Spirit Stones in here. Give half to your master and keep the other half for yourself..."

Wang Xian stared at her in shock.

To him, five hundred Spirit Stones was a fortune—hell, even fifty was.

Seeing his expression, Dongfang Nishang couldn't help giving a faint smile. "Just take them. When you make a fortune someday, your master and I will be relying on you to support us!"

Wang Xian grinned. "Don't worry, Martial Aunt. When I make a fortune, I won't forget you or Senior Sister!"

While Wang Xian chatted with his martial aunt and senior sister in the back hills, Nalan Qingfeng and Duanmu Xi had no heart left for their match in the plaza.

Both of them were wondering who the young man had been—the one who'd fallen from the sky and been taken away by Dantai Xiaoxue.

In the end, the Sword Sect's referee had no choice but to declare the match a draw.

Meanwhile, Sima Jue had already shared his suspicions with Yun Yiluo.

Yun Yiluo took Duanmu Xi by the hand and sighed. With a bitter smile, she said, "I only got one look at that young man, but he looked a little like Wang Xian, who disappeared."

"Junior brother? Wang Xian?"

Duanmu Xi stared blankly, unable to speak. There was the betrothal between her and Wang Xian, but that wasn't all.

The crisscrossing marks he'd left on the Academy plaza when he'd fallen from the sky on the winter solstice last year had become a nightmare she couldn't shake.

She'd thought her junior brother was dead. She hadn't expected him to appear before the cultivators of the world under these circumstances.

How was she supposed to face anyone after this?

"I'm going to find him and ask why he killed Senior Brother Long!"

Furious, Duanmu Xi started toward the back hills of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

She wanted to find the young man who'd fallen from the sky and ask him why he'd humiliated her!

Yun Yiluo grabbed her by the hand.

She shook her head. "Forget it. This is the Academy's business... Your betrothal has already been dissolved. From now on, just focus on cultivating here."

"I took a look. That young man is only at the Foundation Establishment Realm. There's no way he could stay in the Kunlun Sword Sect, so he won't be able to hurt you in the future..."

Her mother spoke gently, and at last Duanmu Xi gradually calmed down.

Thinking it over, she realized her mother was right. She was a prodigy at the Golden Core Realm. How could she stoop to quarrel with someone at Foundation Establishment?

No!

Duanmu Xi suddenly said, "Mother, Junior Brother was struck by a thousand swords. His meridians were clearly shattered, and he'd lost all his cultivation. How did he recover it?"

"Ah..."

Now it was Yun Yiluo's turn to stare speechlessly.

Wang Ruofei said coldly, "The world is vast. Anything is possible!"

Sima Jue added, "Don't worry. If he shows up in the plaza this afternoon, I'll challenge him myself!"

Duanmu Xi: "..."

"Achoo!" Wang Xian sneezed.

Dantai Xiaoxue laughed. "Junior brother, do you owe someone money? Maybe someone's thinking about you!"