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Endless Snowy Days, a land frozen for miles. The cold wind howls, piercing through to the bone.
Shen Mingyu circulates her vital energy, walking aimlessly in the snow, unsure of how long she has been walking until she finally sees some twinkling starlight ahead, faintly distinguishing it as an inn.
How wonderful, without a place to rest, I might freeze to death.
Shen Mingyu quickens her pace and soon arrives at the inn's entrance.
The young attendant looks at Shen Mingyu as she enters and asks, "Esteemed guest, what would you like?"
Shen Mingyu replies, "A room, a few dishes, and a pot of wine delivered to my room."
The attendant responds, "Certainly, esteemed guest. Right this way."
Upon entering the inn, Shen Mingyu notices many people's gazes fixed on her. There are quite a few members of the Immortal Sect and several wandering cultivators. Why are there so many people in this freezing weather? Could it be because of me?
After a moment, those people retract their gazes.
A robust man speaks up, "During this snow mountain hunt, I've heard there's a Millennium Snow Demon, cunning and treacherous, that has killed many travelers. We have gathered here for this hunt; does anyone have any methods to capture this snow demon?"
An old man with a white beard immediately responds, "I have brought my sect's Demon Binding Rope for this mission to ensure success. However, it will take some time to set up. We need everyone to lure the demon into my net and then strike it down."
Someone voices their concern: "The Millennium Snow Demon is not an ordinary creature. If we go to lure it, we might end up dead ourselves!"
"Exactly! By the time most of us are dead, the snow demon will be exhausted. You think you can easily capture it and claim its thousand-year demon core? Do you think we're fools?"
"You old fool, do you think we're easy to deceive?"
"You say you'll capture it? What if we die halfway? Why don't you use your Demon Binding Rope on me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, someone drew their sword.
The old man with the white beard showed a hint of annoyance on his face but continued, "Do you all think that Poor Daoist is someone who covets demon pills? I came here to lend you a helping hand. This Demon Binding Rope and the formation can only be activated together by those who have cultivated the teachings of our sect; without either, it won't work. Besides Poor Daoist, even if I give it to you, you won't be able to use it."
"Then you're just saying it yourself! What if this old Daoist is deceiving us?"
"Why don't you tell us the ordinary incantation?"
"Yeah! If we are to cooperate, show some sincerity."
Unexpectedly, this group of people was so thick-skinned, even demanding his sect's teachings. The old man with the white beard had a bad temper and couldn't hold back any longer.
"If you don't believe Poor Daoist, then do it yourselves. But the teachings of our sect cannot be shared; if you can do it, then set up your own formation!"
After saying this, he angrily slammed the Demon Binding Rope onto the table, thinking it would have some intimidating effect. However, when he turned around, he found that everyone had expressions that seemed to say they were determined not to let him off the hook.
The old man with the white beard was getting more agitated, his brows twitching: "Since you don't believe me, I'm leaving. Is that alright?"
After saying this, he picked up the Demon Binding Rope from the table and prepared to leave, but just as he stood up...
The burly man from before stopped him: "Please don't rush, fellow Daoist. We are all demon slayers and should trust each other more. If not, let's choose a few people to work with him."
Upon hearing this, everyone paused for a moment. Then they all scrambled to volunteer to work with the old man with the white beard; no one wanted to face the Millennium Snow Demon alone. In their eagerness for an easier task, they nearly drew their swords against each other again.
"Excuse me, this is your room."
Shen Mingyu had already made her way through the inn's lobby, stairs, and corridor in no time and arrived at the door of a room deep in the corner on the second floor. Meanwhile, the sounds of their argument faded into the background; it was truly an entertaining spectacle.
It turns out it wasn't because of me.
Shen Mingyu walked into the room and closed the door, shutting out all those sounds.
Sitting on a stool, Shen Mingyu placed his left arm on the table, while his right hand rested on his leg, with his index and ring fingers continuously tapping on his right thigh.
With no memories and an unknown identity, where should he go next?
Should he try to regain his memories first? Or should he go visit the demon tribe?
After much contemplation, Shen Mingyu decided to prioritize regaining his memories!
Going to the demon tribe with his current cultivation level would likely result in being eaten alive, leaving nothing but bones behind.
Once Shen Mingyu made up his mind, he felt lost again. But where should he go to recover his memories?
Before he could dwell on it any longer, a young boy entered with food.
Seeing the steaming dishes, Shen Mingyu decided not to overthink it. Why think so much? He should just eat!
His stomach responded with a few growls, and Shen Mingyu immediately dove into the meal, devouring everything in sight, leaving not even a single vegetable leaf behind.
The wine was quite good, so Shen Mingyu called for the waiter and ordered more than ten jars of wine.
As the strong liquor went down his throat, warmth spread throughout his body. Shen Mingyu stumbled over to the bed while holding a bottle of wine and plopped down, but ended up sitting awkwardly on the floor instead. Ignoring everything else, he sat there happily drinking, as if trying to drown out some unseen frustration, finishing one bottle after another.
The space under the bed was filled with empty bottles. One of Shen Mingyu's feet dangled outside the bed while he held onto a bottle, appearing to have fallen asleep. He rolled over, causing a nearby bottle to fall to the ground with a loud "bang."
The sound was crisp yet piercing, but at that moment, Shen Mingyu had already closed his eyes and could no longer hear it.
In his dream, Shen Mingyu found himself in an unknown place where Osmanthus flowers danced in the air, filling it with a fragrant aroma.
The scent was so strong it almost made him sneeze.
Following the path covered in Osmanthus, Shen Mingyu saw a pavilion with someone inside.
The person wore a light blue Sichuan Embroidery garment, with a faint character for "Xiao" printed at the hem.
The figure had an exquisite jade crown and was facing away from him, seemingly playing a zither. Even without turning around, the sight of this person's back was incredibly pleasing to the eye. Shen Mingyu guessed that this person must be an exceptionally handsome man.
"You've returned."
The person suddenly spoke, and Shen Mingyu felt that this voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
Is he an old acquaintance of mine?
Shen Mingyu remained silent, unwilling to respond.
The zither continued to play, and Shen Mingyu did not understand the instrument.
Yet the music lingered in the air, graceful and prolonged, like a woman in her boudoir expressing her unspoken affections. It was too direct, stirring ripples in his heart that kept expanding.
Shen Mingyu became entranced.
He took a few steps forward, wanting to see this person's face, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move closer. The path seemed endless, stretching on without an end.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr.Yu."
Is Mr.Yu talking about me?
At this moment, Shen Mingyu realized that she had already walked behind that person, but before she could reach out, the person shattered into countless starlights and vanished.
"Hey, don't go! I haven't asked you if Mr.Yu is me!"
"Hey, hey... hey."
Shen Mingyu shouted for a long time, but no one responded to her.
The scene shifted, and she found herself continuously falling until "bang."
Rubbing her eyes, Shen Mingyu opened her dark eyes; it was almost dawn.
It turned out to be just a dream.
That person must have been someone I knew before; I should find him first.
But where should I look for him?
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