Chapter 224 (1/2)

Chapter 224: Pantheon Monument Observation (Part III)

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

Fang Xingjian tried once again to recall, bit by bit, the star charts he had seen in his geography class.

There had been a total of four star charts, with each representing the stars in each respective season: spring; summer; autumn; and winter. As the memory was from too long ago, Fang Xingjian’s memory of many of the details on the star charts were not very clear.

Therefore, in order to complete the star charts on the Pantheon Monument, he had to recall the finest details of the Earth’s star charts.

His brain started to circulate intensively as streams of bioelectromagnetic currents stimulated the nerves in his brain continuously, presenting the information from the many shattered pieces of his memory to him.

“You don’t belong to our Fang Clan!”

“You’re a b*stard illegitimate child!”

“Beat him up! Everyone beat him up together!”

Fang Xingjian’s brows furrowed together. However, he did not stop and simply continued to dig through his memory, searching for the many pieces of memories left behind from his past.

“Grandmother, I’d like to pick up martial arts.”

“Martial arts? Who brought up martial arts to you? Why would you have this idea?”

“I… I saw that Uncle keeps practicing his martial arts.”

“… Forget about picking up martial arts. I’ll send you to school from tomorrow onward. Study well and your future will be a hundred times better than if you were to pick up martial arts. Don’t think about martial arts so often.

“One more thing. In the future, don’t come to my study. You don’t even have any basic manners.”

Fang Xingjian let out a long exhale as he continued to dig through his memory shards. However, his fists clenched tightly without him realising it, and his breath grew heavier as well.

“Fang Xingjian, don’t you change your clothes?”

“I… I only have this set of clothes.”

“Haha, he stinks! Everyone, don’t get close to him. Otherwise, we’ll also stink from his stench!”

Fang Xingjian pressed down hard on his forehead and felt that the memory shards, which he thought he had long forgotten, were now gushing forth, letting him experience the sadness, anger and vengeance which he had been through in the past.

Finally, his consciousness seemed to enter deep into his memories, to a part which he had never attempted to recall so strongly before.

“Are you sure it’s this?”

“The results for the seventh season have already been decided. What difference is it going to make even if we choose?”

Fang Xingjian clenched both his fists tightly as clashing sounds of blades seemed to be ringing out around him. ‘Whose voice is this? Why is there this voice in my memory?’

The next moment, Fang Xingjian let out a deep breath, temporarily putting this strange memory in his consciousness aside. It was because he had completely uncovered the memories relating to the star charts of the four seasons, including all the details about all the constellations on the charts.

The time he had taken to recall everything took Fang Xingjian a whole two hours. To outsiders, he merely appeared as though he was standing before the Pantheon Monument, contemplating.

However, two hours had passed by, and Anderson had comprehended to the second level, while Hoult had approached the Pantheon Monument with his inherited Myriad Stars Palace legacy and stepped into the third level. Streams of white light gathered on his back, forming another circle of light.