Sitting on the mountaintop, watching the sunrise.
The side effect of absorbing memories from my past life makes me tend to do things similar to that life.
I look toward Lei Manor. Perhaps she's awake by now. It's happening again. I can't let this continue. This is my life—how can it be like this?
What should I do?
Perhaps my mind is too weak. If I were more resolute, I wouldn't be swayed by those memories anymore.
…
First, I'll try activating my bloodline. I've always avoided this, but now isn't the time for sadness. My parents sacrificed for me—I shouldn't waste it.
…
My physique is the Heaven and Earth Body, a physique that can merge with heaven and earth. It's well-rounded for both offense and defense. To awaken this bloodline, I need five types of heavenly treasures corresponding to the five elements. Fire requires an innate spiritual flame. Water requires innate spiritual water.
Earth requires an innate rock crystal.
Wood requires any kind of spiritual wood.
Metal requires innate metal essence.
The higher the quality of the materials, the greater the chance of awakening the bloodline. But it doesn't affect the strength or weakness of the bloodline itself.
Absorbing all the required treasures will awaken this bloodline.
The awakening varies in strength, but the general rule is that the stronger the awakening, the greater the celestial phenomenon and the wider the sensory range. According to the books, 10–100 meters is considered weak. 100–1,000 meters is standard. Over 1,000 meters is exceptional.
I'm already over 18, so I shouldn't be able to awaken it, but I can use the Law of Time to make myself younger.
Next, I announced a closed-door cultivation to activate my bloodline.
After many experiments over three days and nights, I successfully unlocked my bloodline.
In that moment, I felt as if I had merged with heaven and earth. Every breath, every gesture, seemed to harmonize with all things.
In my eyes, I could see through everything—every nook and cranny was crystal clear. It felt like I had become one with this place, and this place was me.
I tried to extend my senses outward, but the maximum was just under 100 meters. A bit disappointing. But no matter—I have plenty of resources. This is just a low starting point.
Stepping outside, Luna was already standing there. She approached me and softly said,
"Have you awakened your bloodline?"
Seeing her, my heart stirred. Those emotions surged again, overtaking my mind. All I remember is that I picked her up and carried her into the room.
…
When I came to, I was lying on the bed next to Luna. Both of us were completely bare. She was hugging me, and I was hugging her, our affection deep. Feeling her slender body in my arms, her soft skin, especially that place with its overwhelming sensation, I felt I could never tire of touching it.
Unconsciously, I thought that she and Sister Liora each had their own charm, both equally enticing.
And so, those emotions surged again, and I lost my memory of that moment.
When I opened my eyes again, she was lying on top of me, giving a mischievous smile.
"You're awake, darling? You were so naughty just now—you left me unable to get out of bed."
…I lost my memory again…
When I came to, it was late at night. She was sleeping soundly beside me. I didn't dare look at her and could only turn away, quietly leaving.
On the mountaintop, looking at the big, round moon, I resolved to grow up quickly. The feeling of my body doing things with someone else while I remember nothing is utterly uncomfortable.
Wait! Don't I have another life? Holding the scroll in my hand. No, if I take on the personality of my second life as well, I'm done for. I shouldn't use it for now.
No more overthinking—start cultivating.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two years passed on this mountaintop. I quietly recalled everything.
During this time, every time Luna brought food, I lost my memory. Despite my diligent cultivation, I haven't progressed much. This true-false world—no clues at all.
Perhaps my only achievement is that my sensory range has reached 500 meters.
At this rate, when will I be strong enough to save Sister Liora?
Another two years passed. I've used up half the resources my father gave me. I've cultivated two divine abilities, and my sensory range has reached 1,000 meters. Though my strength has increased, every night, I still remember nothing.
Now, if I accidentally meet her during the day, she only gives a faint smile and passes by, as if she wants to keep her distance from me.
Over the past year, I'm only conscious at noon. Mornings and nights, I remember nothing.
The situation is getting out of control.
As a last resort, I opened the shimmering scroll.
"How can I receive the legacy?"
No response.
"Please, I'm begging you, tell me!"
…
A light shone from the scroll, and then words appeared.
…Martial Path…
"What is the Martial Path? Does this world have a Martial Path?"
…
Inside the scroll, a series of drawings appeared.
I followed the instructions and trained. In just seven days, I reached the Martial Master realm. My strength surged. It's fair to say that in this aspect, my talent is exceptional.
Even better, I was right—having two legacies counteracts each other. The time I lose memory is now only at night.
A month later, I exhausted all the resources my father gave me. I reached the Great Martial Master realm and could unlock the legacy of my second life. At the same time, I freed myself from losing control of my body.
From fragmented memories, the information is mostly accurate. The only difference is that I cultivate the World of All Things, not the True-False World.
What does that mean?
…
My situation is very precarious.
With the legacy of my first life, overuse will assimilate me, causing me to lose myself. But using the legacy of my second life will eventually assimilate me too. The best way is to develop my own strength in this life to balance them.
If only I could ask the future. No, what if it's another kind altogether?
No way. Why am I so indecisive? The path is under my feet—I must walk it.
…
Lost in thought, Luna suddenly appeared before me. Without a word, she struck and knocked me out. Strangely, I didn't even think to defend myself.
What just happened?
When I woke, I found myself tied to a bed. She was dressed thinly, sitting on my stomach. We stared at each other for a moment, then she said,
"Where is that person? What did you do to him?"
Feeling the wet, warm sensation on my stomach, I blushed.
"Luna! This is my body, after all. Isn't it a bit much to say that? He won't appear anymore."
…Silence for a moment.
Luna frowned briefly, then relaxed. She smiled brightly.
"Noah, come out quick. I have a gift for you."
…Silence…
So she said nothing, only giving an ambiguous smile. Then she pulled out my little brother. With a dignified and graceful posture, she aligned it with her flower core and slowly sat down. I… So warm, so soft, so tight. The sensations enveloped me, clear for the first time, evoking long-forgotten memories between me and Sister Liora.
But…
From deep within my consciousness, a powerful thought awakened.
And then I lost my memory again…
When I woke, it was dark. Beside me, Luna was sleeping soundly. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful in her sleep. I slowly stepped outside. Sitting on the porch, looking at the moonlight, what have I done?
…Unconsciously, I thought of Sister Liora again.
I sank into memories, ignoring the discomfort, wanting only to immerse myself in those beautiful moments with her, heedless of everything else.
…
…
At the same time, at Tigerbold Manor.
The morning was fresh, the air vibrant, flowers blooming everywhere. Birds sang joyfully. The atmosphere was full of life. In front of Noah's room, Lalatina Celeste and Luna stood waiting. They had called and waited for a long time, but Noah didn't come out. Luna, holding a tray of food, felt restless. She bit her soft lip and finally couldn't hold back.
"Sister Lalatina, could it be that the Manor Lord doesn't want to see me? What should I do?"
Seeing her like this, Lalatina felt a bit worried but, thinking of the days they'd spent together, was certain that wasn't the case.
"Don't be afraid, Luna. Maybe he's just busy. Let's come back another day."
She reached to take Luna's hand to leave, but saw her on the verge of tears.
"Sister, what if I get silenced? No, if you have things to do, go ahead. I'll wait here."
Seeing her determination, Lalatina found it both amusing and admirable.
"What are you thinking, ? Alright, let's wait a bit longer."
After a while, there was no response.
Luna said,
"Sister Lalatina, maybe the Manor Lord isn't in there. The food is getting cold."
Lalatina shook her head.
"No, he specifically told me to bring food to his room every morning."
…
Lalatina decided to knock again, but this time, the latch slipped, and the door opened on its own.
…
The two looked at each other and decided to step inside.
The room was as usual. On the bed, the Manor Lord was sleeping deeply with his eyes closed.
From a distance, Luna said worriedly,
"Sister Lalatina, could he be cultivating? Maybe we should leave."
Lalatina approached gently and called,
"Manor Lord, Lalatina is here with food."
As she neared the bed, she sensed something was wrong. Why was the Manor Lord sweating so much? His face was pale, his breathing uneven. There was blood on the blanket and traces of blood under his nose.
Could something have happened?
Seeing Lalatina ignore her, Luna urged anxiously,
"Sister, step back quick. We'll disturb the Manor Lord."
Lalatina said softly,
"Luna, the Manor Lord doesn't seem well. Come here and help me."
Saying that, Lalatina reached to pull the blanket down. But halfway, she stopped. She felt as if her entire body was frozen. Her thoughts slowed, and an immense pressure locked onto her. Instinctively, she looked up toward the source.
On the ceiling above the bed, a small dragon was staring at her. The pressure it exuded was overwhelming, as if a mountain range was hovering above her, making her feel tiny.
"You harmed him—I'll kill you."
The mythical spirit vein spoke, its voice heavy and ferocious.
Since last night, its master had woken in a daze, even vomiting blood. It didn't know what had happened. It didn't know what to do, only staying by his side, continuously channeling dragon qi to nourish his body. But it seemed to have no effect.
Lalatina, forcing herself to stay calm, asked,
"Who are you? Why are you here above the Manor Lord's bed?"
…???...
"You don't know me? I'm the dragon vein of this manor… As a mere servant, you dare speak to the manor's spirit beast like that?"
Hearing this, Lalatina suppressed her fear.
"This servant didn't know the great spirit beast was here. Please forgive me. I was only worried for the Manor Lord and had no intent to harm him."
"Good. Quickly check what's wrong with him. If you make any reckless move… death."
The pressure lifted, and she could move freely again. But the feeling of being watched remained.
She carefully and slowly lifted the blanket to check. The Manor Lord was soaked in sweat, with no visible injuries. His body temperature was stable. His face was just slightly pale. The cause was unclear.
"Great spirit beast, I don't know what's wrong either. Perhaps we should find someone with higher cultivation than me."
"Possible."
With permission, she turned and said,
"Luna, quickly call Manager Zhao, Manager Kim, and the two great scholars…"
Suddenly, a hand pulled her back, and she fell onto the bed.
Unbeknownst to her, Noah had opened his eyes. He raised a hand, pulled Lalatina into his arms, and murmured,
"I miss you. I regret not agreeing to you sooner. I regret it so much…"
Lalatina fell silent, her body softening. She wanted to resist and break free, but something deep inside urged her to wait, to anticipate something wonderful coming.
But in reality, what awaited her were only blush-inducing touches.
…A hundred horses galloped through her mind…
Luna stared in shock. Why isn't she resisting? Heavens, what am I seeing?
This is bad—I've seen something I shouldn't have. But the pressure is still there. I can't move. I didn't see anything… Ahhh!
Suddenly,
The oppressive pressure vanished. By reflex, she fell to the floor.
Nervously glancing up, she met the Manor Lord's deep, clear eyes, filled with a sorrow that could destroy everything.
She lowered her head, not daring to look directly.
Standing there for a moment, she felt utterly out of place.
No, I have to do something, or I'm really dead.
Lifting her skirt with both hands, she gave a slight curtsy, the perfect palace maid.
"This servant takes her leave, wishing the Manor Lord an early heir to continue the lineage."
She spoke and gracefully walked out. The entire process was utterly professional, without a single wasted motion.
Outside, she looked at an ant on the ground, silently praying,
"Sister, you won't blame me. Right. The Manor Lord's body is only mortal—it shouldn't be hard for you to escape…"