Chapter 210 - 208: Qing Meng’s Regret

Chapter 210: Chapter 208: Qing Meng’s Regret

"I just wanted to erase the memory of what just happened," Liu Qingmeng said, looking at the boy so close to her. For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze and faintly averted her eyes.

"Erasing my memory? How is that any different from killing me?" Fang Can let go, sighing in disappointment.

"Elder Liu really only thinks of herself. You didn’t care about my feelings at all and just went for it."

"This is for both our sakes. If we crossed a line, how would I ever explain it to Ning An?"

Liu Qingmeng said coolly, but Fang Can’s stare cut her short.

With a distant tone, Fang Can turned his back, completely defenseless. "If Elder Liu truly wants to erase my memory, then please, be my guest."

’Is he trying to use reverse psychology?’ Liu Qingmeng felt a chill in her heart. With her Martial Dao heart suppressed by Magical Power, she shouldn’t be moved by worldly things.

The next moment, a spiritual light on her fingertip touched the back of Fang Can’s head as she prepared to cast the memory-wiping spell.

Then, Fang Can’s leisurely voice drifted over. "Elder Liu, my thoughts have been refined into my entire body. Make sure you don’t miss anything."

Liu Qingmeng’s movements paused for a fraction of a second. Then she said flatly, "I know."

Less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Fang Can was staring blankly at the empty meditation room, scratching his head. He felt like something was off.

’Something’s wrong... definitely wrong. Something was missed. Whatever, I’ll deal with it later.’

Fang Can mulled it over, then walked out of the room and smiled. "Elder Liu, I’ve broken through to the First Turn."

"Not bad. What are your inherited technique and your Heart Image?" Liu Qingmeng’s robes fluttered in the air, but her expression was still one of slight unease.

Although she had already used a Dust Cleaning Skill to freshen up her somewhat sticky clothes.

But she was still wearing the same outfit, and seeing the boy’s smiling face before her, that same melancholy feeling from before welled up in her heart again.

’This is a distracting thought. I need to take the time to completely refine it away,’ Liu Qingmeng thought to herself.

"Of course. The technique I inherited is the Forbidden Word Skill. As for my Heart Image, now that it has solidified, I call it..." As Fang Can spoke, his brow furrowed. The words felt strangely familiar.

Liu Qingmeng’s heart skipped a beat. "What is it? Did something go wrong with your cultivation?"

"No, something’s not right." Fang Can looked at Liu Qingmeng, suddenly feeling a sense of disgust toward her.

The feeling was crystal clear. The last time he’d felt this kind of revulsion toward someone... was it Wang Peng?

’Liu Qingmeng definitely did something to me just now.’

With this thought, Fang Can’s consciousness followed his intuition, subconsciously probing inside his storage sash. He discovered a piece of flesh resting within.

Withdrawing his consciousness, Fang Can smiled and waved his hand. "It’s nothing. I just thought Elder Liu looked a little strange. It must be my imagination."

After speaking, Fang Can cupped his hands in a salute. "I haven’t shared the news of my breakthrough to the First Turn with anyone else yet. This junior will take his leave now."

Watching the boy’s retreating figure, Liu Qingmeng frowned slightly. ’Did he figure it out?’ she thought.

On the way back to his manor, Fang Can took out the piece of flesh and placed it in his palm. He quickly regenerated the deleted memory from his flesh-based backup.

’I was wondering how I could have forgotten that. No wonder Elder Liu deleted it.’

Having restored the memory, Fang Can sighed softly. He didn’t judge Liu Qingmeng’s actions, and in a way, he understood.

But understanding was one thing; he could never accept someone deleting his memories.

’I’ll just leave it at that.’ Fang Can shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it.

Meanwhile, as Liu Qingmeng watched the direction in which Fang Can had disappeared, before she could ponder it further, she heard a young woman’s joyful voice.

"Master, I’ve mastered the Broken Dreams Heart Sutra!" Jiang Ning’an had come looking for her the moment she emerged from her seclusion.

"Broken Dreams Heart Sutra..." Murmuring the name, Liu Qingmeng’s expression froze.

’Could everything that just happened be the work of the *Lush Greenery* Cultivation Technique that Jiang Ning’an is practicing?’

’Never mind anything else, when Fang Can’s Heart Image was solidifying, his mind suddenly went astray... The AT Field he generated was almost certainly the work of this *Lush Greenery*.’

’After all, how could a First Turn Fang Can possibly resist a Cultivation Technique practiced by the Third Turn Jiang Ning’an?’

’And then there was how I so confidently agreed to let the boy test his new skill on me, and how I was the one who gave Ning An that Cultivation Technique in the first place.’

’So... did I screw myself over?’

The more Liu Qingmeng thought about it, the harder she felt the boomerang she’d thrown had come back to hit her.

A sliver of regret rose in her heart. She shouldn’t have taught Ning An that Cultivation Technique.

While she was lost in thought, Jiang Ning’an was chattering on and on about her training experience.

"Master, the Cultivation Technique you gave me is so powerful! Although the effect isn’t permanent, it can temporarily boost my cultivation talent. Especially at night! Sometimes, for a period of six to eight hours, my aptitude would increase by more than tenfold."

Jiang Ning’an said, her tone almost aggrieved, "Oh, and I don’t know what happened just now, but for a dozen or so breaths, my talent suddenly shot up to more than fifty times its normal level," she marveled.

"Just now?" Liu Qingmeng’s fair-skinned palm clenched subconsciously, her whole body trembling with anger. ’Compose myself, compose myself,’ she chanted internally.

"Yes, Master. Does this Cultivation Technique really not have a cost?" Jiang Ning’an asked seriously. Aside from the unstable aptitude boosts, the technique was practically a divine-tier skill.

After all, in all her years of practicing the Martial Dao, she had seen a sea of Cultivation Techniques. Any technique that granted power far exceeding one’s natural aptitude always came with a corresponding price.

"...No," Liu Qingmeng said through gritted teeth, forcibly suppressing the regret in her heart.

In the Martial Dao of the Mind, once you start down a path, the greatest taboo is regret.

"That’s a relief..." Jiang Ning’an sighed, then asked, "In that case, can I give this Cultivation Technique to Fang Can to practice?"

"Only women can practice it. It would be a disaster if a man tried to cultivate it, so don’t even think about it."

Liu Qingmeng flicked her sleeve as she spoke, and her figure vanished.

"My cultivation has advanced, so I need to enter seclusion for a while. You’re on your own during this time. Don’t neglect your training."

"Thank you, Master! I understand," Jiang Ning’an said joyfully.