Chapter 93: Lacking the Five Senses (2/2)

“You really don’t remember anything about your past?” Lu Yun asked as they slowly strolled their way back.

“I don’t.” Wayfarer shook his head. “I don’t even know if I’m human.”

“Huh?” Lu Yun paused, along with the others. “You don’t know if you’re human?”

“I don’t have the basic five senses.” Wayfarer’s expression was very stiff. “I know I’m in the outside world, but this place feels no different to me than the abyss. I can’t see, hear, smell, or taste anything. I don’t even feel pain,” he murmured. “All living beings have five senses, but I have none. Perhaps I am dead.”

Lu Yun shuddered. Qing Han and Mo Yi goggled at each other in shock. Didn’t people live to satisfy the desires brought about by the five senses? Those, in turn, gave rise to all human emotions—greed, love, fear, and hatred and so on. Without the ability to perceive the world, what was there to live for?

“Then you...” Qing Han asked dumbly.

“My consciousness allows me to understand your conversation,” explained Wayfarer.

It was a sixth sense for cultivators and immortals, one that could perceive the environment in the place of eyes and ears. However, it wasn’t a true replacement. It couldn’t hear sounds or see colors.

“I’m used to it.” Sensing their shock, Wayfarer lifted a corner of his lips. “It’s been like this for me ever since I gained consciousness. I’m used to the feeling.”

“You will recover!” Lu Yun piped up, a possibility dawning on him. The other Wayfarer, his bright gaze, and… that pair of crimson eyes.

“Perhaps,” whispered Wayfarer. “What is the purpose of my life?”

“To recover what you’ve lost, of course!” the Dusk governor chuckled. “To recover your sight, your hearing, and your senses of smell, taste, and touch!”

Wayfarer paused. It seemed there was some purpose to his life after all.

“Also, you should study the divine obsession in your gourd and see what it is.”

……

Lu Yun slept for three days straight. He was simply too tired. Back at the Water Altar, he’d spent a full day setting up the feng shui layout to block the altar’s power. If he hadn’t been a golden core cultivator, he wouldn’t have been able to maintain such a high level of concentration for so long.

“You’re awake, sir!”

Lu Yun awoke to Wanfeng’s worried expression. Yawning, he sat up and made a thorough stretch.

“Are you alright, Wanfeng?” he rubbed her delicate nose and asked smilingly.

Wanfeng lowered her head, her face flushed. “This servant is well.”

She didn’t know what had happened. She remembered being kidnapped by the head of House Ge, but now she was back to this manor. Her master must have saved her. There were a thousand things she wanted to say, but she didn’t know how to say them at all.

“Um, sir, Senior Wayfarer wants to take me as his disciple...” Wanfeng said with some hesitance. “This servant doesn’t dare say yes without consulting you.”

“You should!” Lu Yun bounced up from the bed. “What are you waiting for? He’s a wickedly powerful immortal!”

Wayfarer had captured the terrifying divine obsession under the abyss simply by tapping on his gourd. There was no telling the depths of his cultivation. Not even Diexi, an arcane immortal, could sense it.

Moreover, Wayfarer had managed to survive in the abyss, untouched by any of the powerful dark creatures. That alone was proof of his strength.

It would be Wanfeng’s greatest fortune of several lifetimes to have Wayfarer as her master.

“Come on, let’s go greet your new master!” Lu Yun jumped off the bed.