After Yu Qingzi left, Luo Jianqing went back to his room. Sitting with his legs crossed on the bed, he tried to meditate but found himself couldn’t calm down his mind.

Sir Jiu Lian, the Mo Family, The True Nine-Petaled Lotus Record, Mo Qiu…

What on earth happened during that hundreds of years that caused the direct descendant of Mo Family who owned the powerful Moism being exiled to the Northern Waste Land? Moreover, what could cause the missing of Sir Jiu Lian whose Life Lantern was stilling shimmering even after tens of thousands of years?

Opening his eyes abruptly, Luo Jianqing recalled, “Wait, the Great Elder of Mo Family!?”

At once, he sunk into his last life’s memory, going back to the day when he accidentally fell into a hidden cave.

In that cave, there was nothing but a skeleton sitting cross-legged. Though it had gone through tens of thousands of years of gale, the skeleton was still sitting straight, remaining in a lustrous white-jade color. It contained tremendous amount of power that filled up all the Spiritual Power which the young cultivator had lost on the way.

“Is it possible…the owner of that skeleton was the Great Elder of Mo Family? If he was, then why he said in his last words that he did something wrong, and why was he holding so many hatred toward the Heavenly Will? He had achieved the fulfilled Late-stage Deity Transformation Period, ibut he died – no one knows how – in a nameless cave in the Northern Waste Land… Who was powerful enough to injure the Great Elder of Mo Family so badly?”

A hideous guess sparkled inside his mind.

Yu Qingzi mentioned that there were two equally powerful cultivators in the world at that time. One was the Great Elder of Mo Family, the other was… Sir Jiu Lian. Is it possible that… Jiu Lian was the sordid guy who killed his friend of life and death?

No! That didn’t make any sense. If the murder truly happened, then how to explain Sir Jiu Lian’s disappearance which caused his Life Lantern broken in half? Yu Qingzi said that Sir Jiu Lian was gone ten years after the missing of Great Elder of the Mo Family, which meant that Sir Jiu Lian was not wounded by the Great Elder of the Mo Family. Then who on earth could erase the Grand Master Jiu Lian from this world?! They were both fulfilled-late-stage Deity Transformation Period cultivators!

One question after another appeared in Luo Jianqing’s mind. He took pains to figure out the missing history.

It was a mystery too complicated to crack, but he felt that himself was somehow connected to the truth.

In his last life, when he discovered and swallowed what left in the skeleton of the Great Elder of the Mo Family, he had forged a Cause; cultivating on Sir Jiu Lian’s True Nine-Petaled Lotus Record since he was little, he forged another Cause; then, as Yu Xiao Peak’s disciple, he became friends of life and death with Mo Qiu, a descendant of the Great Elder of the Mo Family, getting the last Cause!

As if he was wandering in a forest overcast with thick mist, Luo Jianqing tried hard but couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation. One day passed; an idea suddenly emerged in his head. Taking out a bice pill from his Interspatial Ring, Luo Jianqing called, “Qing Jun, Qing Jun!”

Immediately, an elegant comely youth revealed himself from the pill, stood quietly beside the bed, looking at Luo Jianqing.

The latter asked subconsciously, “You’ve… recovered?”

Surprisingly, Qing Jun gave Luo Jianqing a warm smile. He nodded, “Yes. Since half of my power is restored, I can finally maintain my original look”, Qing Jun paused for a second and asked, “So… you need me for something? It seems we’re in Yong State right now… wait, is there a Pill Master lingering around?”

Luo Jianqing finally realized, “My respectful Sir Yu Qingzi is the number one Master of Pill Forging in the world, who has the ability to forge Eighth-grade Pill.”

Qing Jun said in a serious tone, “Then you shall not beckon me in the future while she’s around. Her Spiritual Sense is powerful. It won’t be long before she discovers me.”

Luo Jianqing nodded, then bring the conversation back to the main subject, “Qing Jun, the reason why you agreed to follow me back to Tai Hua Mountain is that you saw my bice lotus, and you knew from the moment you saw my Master that he is not the person you are looking for. You didn’t find anything on Yu Xiao Peak which could guide you to your master. However, that lotus is exclusively belonged to cultivators who cultivate on True Nine-Petaled Lotus Record, and, in this world, only Yu Xiao Peak’s disciples – the future Peak Masters – have the privilege to cultivate on True Nine-Petaled Lotus Record.”

Hearing this, Qing Jun wasn’t impressed at all. His eyes darkened, “I know, but you and your master never met the person I’m looking for.”

“That’s true, but I heard something new – The True Nine-Petaled Lotus Record was not a creation of the first Peak Master of Yu Xiao Peak but the third, whose name is Jiu Lian.”

Boom!

Suddenly, a pleasant aroma wafted in the room and fulfilled the whole space.

Qing Jun transformed himself in to a golden light and rushed back to Luo Jianqing’s Interspatial Ring. The next moment, Yu Qingzi broke the door and got inside, “Jianqing! What happened? What kind of Pill Aroma is that? How come the fragrance is so strong?”

It happened so quickly that Luo Jianqing wasn’t prepared for the interrogation. He beamed, disguising his astonishment, “Well, I was trying to activate an Eighth-grade Godlike Pill but accidentally released the Pill Aroma. I already concealed it before the fragrance went wild.” As he was speaking, Luo Jianqing took out a jade-colored pill from his Interspatial Ring, “Here it is.”

With slight suspicion in mind, Yu Qingzi looked at the pill, and was surprised the next second, “Xuan Lingzi even gave you the Taixuan Soul Collecting Pill?!”

Luo Jianqing nodded.

Yu Qingzi, “…”

Well, she thought that she was the one who spoiled her disciple too much, but compared to Xuan Lingzi… it was nothing!

Probably she was too shocked seeing the Heaven-level Taixuan Soul Collecting Pill. Yu Qingzi left, without realizing that the aroma of this pill was different from the previous one. Making sure that Yu Qingzi had really left, Luo Jianqing sighed with a relief and then started to check if Qing Jun was all right.

He was certainly unprepared to see this:

The bice-colored pill was continuously shivering. Though it tried its best to conceal the leaking Pill Aroma, the lotus-like pattern started to emerge on the pill surface.

Having known Qing Jun for several years, Luo Jianqing did care about this pill. Actually he already regarded him as a good friend. Three days later, the shivering finally diminished. Immediately, Luo Jianqing asked, “Qing Jun, what happened to you? Several days ago your Pill Aroma leaked out and Yu Qingzi almost discovered you. That was so close.”

Qing Jun kept quiet, without giving him any reply.

Luo Jianqing didn’t want to push him, so he closed his eyes and started cultivating.

Hours later, when Luo Jianqing finished a Macro Cosmic Cycle, he heard Qing Jun’s hoarse voice. “I… recalled lots of things. My name is Nine-lotus Qing Mo Pill. My master invented an unique recipe and forged me in order to save someone’s life. That ‘someone’, was named Mo Qing. He was badly wounded. When my master found him, the cultivator was already breathless, but my master forced his own Primordial Life into his body, and, though feebly, the moribund started to breathe again.”

Qing Jun stopped. After a long silence, he said, “However, my forging process required eighty-one days to complete, he couldn’t wait that long anymore. On the seventieth day, master stayed in the forging room for a whole day, but when he returned to Mo Qing’s side, the man was already gone. Though heart broken, my master still finished my forging. Nonetheless, the moment I was brought to this world, Mo Qing’s Life Bead broke inside my master’s palm.”

Luo Jianqing couldn’t utter a word, knowing that he had discovered some untold secrets.

Qing Jun went on with sorrow, “The broken of Life Bead signaled the final death of a cultivator. My forging became meaningless. That day, I condensed my Pill Spirit into a physical form, trying to escape at once like other Ninth-grade Godlike Pills in order to avoid being swallowed. When I opened my eyes, however, I saw my master sitting on the ground, crying desperately. He didn’t even pay attention to my birth.”

“That day, I can’t help but look at him for a long time. He was just sitting there, sobbing, crying, wailing, and lamenting for ten days. When he finally set his eyes on me, I had no intention to escape, and then he said to me:

‘Your birth brought immense bice cloud to the firmament. That’s a rare scene. You can’t save him… I shall give you another name – Qing Jun.’”

Several sentences presented Luo Jianqing a great moving history. Fingertips slightly trembling, the young cultivator heard Qing Jun chuckling and saying reminiscently, “My master is the world-renowned most talented cultivator in history; he is Tai Hua Mountain’s Great Elder, the third Peak Master of Yu Xiao Peak; his name is… Jiu Lian.”