- Chapter 124 2 (1/2)

Refinement; Ming Luo Fruit!

“The fire of this volcano isn’t fire, it’s created by the demonic force and can’t be brought out of Dark Sparrow’s Grave. Additionally, as numerous Fire Spirits were killed, the fire is beginning to die out. If I miss this chance, it will be extremely difficult for black-clad Ning to break through to Nascent Soul realm in the future, but if I let black-clad Ning stay here for nascent formation, the white-clad incarnation will face lots of dangers…

“Forget it. Let’s make a compromise…the black-clad incarnation will stay here for nascent formation while the white-clad incarnation will leave the Dark Sparrow’s Grave and return to Ning City. If Ning City is under attack and black-clad incarnation hasn’t broken through to the Nascent Soul realm yet…he will have to give up the chance of nascent formation and return to Ning City at once!”

Ning Fan casted a spell, then patted the top of his skull. In a flash of brilliance, the white-clad and black-clad incarnations exited his body.

Both of them had a very strong tacit understanding. The black-clad incarnation took away all the demonic cores without being told, held the trace of demonic soul and went straight into the extinguishing volcano.

As for the white-clad incarnation, he slightly sighed, patted the storage pouch to produce a Ming Luo Fruit.

This Ming Luo Fruit was the size of a lychee. Its rough surface resembled the Immortal Cave Stars in Ancient Chaos memory, but the traces of rainbow patterns densely enshrouded it, radiating a dim light that rippled with the power of illusion.

The Ming Luo Fruit was also known as the dream fruit. Consuming one fruit could allow the cultivator to obtain fifty years of dreaming. It was a way to improve one’s state of mind by immersing oneself into a dream. One dream would only take one night in the outer world, but in the dream, it would be 50 years. Although 50 years in a dream wouldn’t raise a bit of one’s cultivation base, it could make one’s mental state to converge!

“Ever since I practiced the Evil Cultivation, although my cultivation base has been rising pretty quickly, my mental state has rather been stagnant…it really takes time for one’s mental state to improve. Such improvement can’t be obtained through pills…apart from the Ming Luo Fruit, I’m afraid that there’s nothing else in the world that has the effect of raising one’s mental state. I want to be the first to take the Ming Luo Fruit in Dark Sparrow’s Grave!”

The White Ning let out a faint smile, placed the Ming Luo Fruit in his mouth and munched it.

The rainbow power of illusion instantly caused his eyelids to fall, plunging him into the dream world.

…

In the dream.

In Haining Ning Family, there was a three-year-old kid with blank eye-expression being brought into the servant courtyard of Ning Family.

Next to the emerald-green river was Haining City. Countless number of kids with the same eye expression were led into Ning Family.

Most of them were orphans and beggars. They were found from all parts of Wu Country by the cultivators of Ning Family. Their memories were erased, and they were taken as children of Ning Family. Those who were endowed with the talent for Immortal Cultivation would be called ‘young master’ whereas those that lacked endowment would be given the title of ‘servant child’.

The three-year-old child was at the heel of a scrawny middle-aged man and was acting obsequiously. The middle-aged man had a snobbish look and said coldly:

“From now on, you are called ‘Ning Fan’, my, Ning Daniu’s adopted child. I also adopted another child who is a year younger than you named ‘Ning Gu’…”

“Oh…”

The three-year-old child replied with caution. When he heard the name ‘Ning Fan’ he felt extremely familiar and when he heard the name ‘Ning Gu’ he felt somewhat sad.

However, he didn’t understand what those feelings were as he was just a three-year-old kid.

While in contemplation, the kid named Ning Fan couldn’t help but come to a halt. He stood there motionless, his eyes went blank.

“Why must I be called ‘Ning Fan’…? Can I not be called this name? My mother said that my surname is ‘Yun’…”

“*Hiss!* this three-year-old kid’s memory has been erased. So how can he still remember his past…? Humph! I will need to ask Immortal Master to wipe your memory once more. This time, it has to be a thorough one…”

Ning Daniu couldn’t close his mouth due to astonishment.

Even after having his memory erased, this kid still could remembered his own name. This kid is…

Ning Daniu’s eyes twitched. Could it be that this child would be a monster…? Or else how could this happen?

While he was pondering, a youth in white robe and black cloak walked over lightly.