Whoosh!

Jun Changxiao flew through the firmament holding Little Dragon, heading toward the Northern Desert Region.

From southwest to true north was an extremely distant journey—if not relying on flight, purely walking would take at least several years.

The system said: “Host, Ye Xingchen is not simple.”

“Mm.”

Jun Changxiao said: “He must be hiding unknown secrets.”

During this time, he’d been constantly considering Ye Xingchen’s matter, always feeling it wasn’t so simple.

First, why would Tur Village’s Pei A’niu say his name was Ye Xingchen?

If he had amnesia then, shouldn’t he ask “Who am I, where am I, what is this place?” How could he randomly make up a name?

Moreover.

In Jun Changxiao’s earlier speculation, Ye Xingchen should know a martial technique above Divine Grade, which enabled him to later surpass Li Qingyang and others.

This was absolutely not something an ordinary villager could achieve!

Some things, upon slight scrutiny, revealed many flaws, especially regarding Ye Xingchen—the flaws were too numerous.

“Could it be that he didn’t lose his memory and doesn’t recognize Hui’er or the Tur Village villagers at all?” Jun Changxiao said.

System said: “Mistook him for someone else?”

“Impossible.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “So many people aren’t blind—how could they all be mistaken?”

System said: “Then there’s only one possibility—his memories didn’t disappear but were erased by an external force.”

“Continue.” Jun Changxiao said.

System said: “I speculate that some powerhouse encountered Ye Xingchen, taught him a Divine Grade or above mental cultivation method, and forcibly erased all his memories.”

“Then how do you explain the name Ye Xingchen?” Jun Changxiao said.

“…”

The system fell silent.

If he was someone who lost memories, how could he come up with such a meaningful name? Even making something up randomly, it couldn’t be this profound!

Jun Changxiao said: “Could it be like me—he possessed the body and then replaced him?”

“Host’s imagination is really something!” the system said.

Jun Changxiao said: “Didn’t I also transmigrate and be reborn? Since this happened to me, perhaps others can do it too.”

“If Ye Xingchen was reborn through possession and didn’t inherit the original owner’s memories, not knowing Hui’er or the Tur Village villagers would make perfect sense.”

“At the same time, it also perfectly explains why he has Divine Grade or above mental cultivation—because it wasn’t taught by someone else but something he brought with him originally!”

System said: “That does make some sense.”

Jun Changxiao continued: “Ye Xingchen’s behavior clearly differs from his peers. In my view, he probably isn’t a transmigrator possessing a body but rather…”

System said: “A powerhouse reborn!”

“Correct.”

Jun Changxiao said.

System said: “Powerhouse rebirth in this high-level plane isn’t impossible.”

Actually, Jun Changxiao didn’t just suspect Ye Xingchen alone—he also suspected He Wudi, because this guy similarly appeared more mature than his peers, with cultivation speed that was simply terrifying!

“If Ye Xingchen truly is a powerhouse reborn, he and Pei A’niu are two different people, so naturally there’s no possibility with Hui’er.” The system said.

“I can’t be certain now.”

Jun Changxiao said: “So I hope Hui’er can be more proactive and make that guy unable to resist confessing to me.”

The system fell silent.

At this moment, it finally understood.

Bringing Ye Xingchen and Hui’er together was more like this guy’s carefully designed trap, forcing the other party to actively confess the secret in his heart.

From the past few days’ observation.

Ye Xingchen’s emotions were indeed very irritable—who knows, he might actively speak up seeking peace and quiet.

“Haven’t you been searching for information about the Xingyun Continent?” Jun Changxiao said. “Have you found any powerhouses related to ‘Ye Xingchen’?”

“No.”

The system said: “The Ye surname is very rare in Xingyun Continent. Various historical records have no figure named Ye Xingchen.”

“Could the name be fake?”

Jun Changxiao said: “To be a powerhouse capable of rebirth, what cultivation level would be minimally required?”

“Hard to say.”

The system said: “Some people might not have high realms but through fortunate coincidences get struck by lightning and somehow mysteriously be reborn in someone else’s body.”

Jun Changxiao collapsed: “What are you even saying?”

“Forgot.”

The system said: “You were struck by lightning.”

“Damn!” Jun Changxiao said.

“Right.”

The system said: “In my searches, among the nine Martial Emperors who look down on all living beings, one has the title Ye Emperor.”

“Ye Emperor?”

Jun Changxiao said: “Isn’t that quite common?”

In his view, Ye Emperor, Ming Emperor, Qing Emperor, Chi Emperor—these were like the four great surnames Xiao Chu Long Ye, the most commonly used titles for xuanhuan powerhouses.

“It is quite common.”

The system said: “But this Ye Emperor has already fallen.”

“Oh?”

Jun Changxiao became interested: “How did he die? When did he die?”

“Died several thousand years ago—no one knows how.” The system said.

Jun Changxiao said: “Dead for so long—if he could be reborn, he probably would have done so long ago.”

“What’s interesting.”

The system said: “Ye Emperor had a beautiful confidante named Ling Yao who ascended to the upper realm shortly after his fall.”

Jun Changxiao wasn’t interested in learning about a Martial Emperor’s romantic history, instead saying: “Search more—if you find information related to Ye Xingchen, tell me immediately.”

Whoosh!

Flowing light streaked across the firmament, covering over ten li in one breath.

…

Northern Desert Region.

A region where nearly seventy percent was desert terrain.

In just one day, Jun Changxiao brought Little Dragon flying over, landing in the desert where everywhere was yellow sand.

The air here was extremely dry, with intense sunlight beating down as if being in a furnace.

“No one around.”

Jun Changxiao hadn’t seen any martial artists along the way.

“Travel a thousand li north and there’s a city called Yellow Sand City. If Host wants to purchase ore, you can check there.” The system said.

Having upgraded to version 2.0, its knowledge of Xingyun Continent was becoming increasingly comprehensive.

“That works.”

Jun Changxiao continued flying, seeing from afar blurred buildings appearing in the true north direction.

Though Yellow Sand City’s walls were built of stone, from years of enduring sweeping yellow sands, they’d already been plated with a layer of golden-yellow coating.

“Whoosh!”

Jun Changxiao landed far outside the city, choosing to walk.

Yellow Sand City was quite large, but due to environmental factors, there weren’t many local residents, making the entire city appear empty and desolate.

“Hey.”

Just entering the city, a middle-aged man wrapped in a head scarf for sun protection, pressed against the wall corner, said: “Unfamiliar face—here to buy ore?”

“Mm.”

“You came at a bad time. Several major sects are in conflict over mineral veins—they’ve been fighting for half a year already. Right now all the ore shops in the city are out of stock and closed.”

Whoosh—

Releasing his spiritual sense to permeate the entire city, indeed, many ore shop storefronts were all closed.

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

Personally coming to the Northern Desert Region to purchase ore, only to find none available!

“Friend.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Do other cities have any for sale?”

“Yellow Sand City is the Northern Desert Region’s largest ore distribution point. If there’s none here, other cities won’t have much either.” The middle-aged man said. “Wait—when the major sects determine victory, the ore market will recover.”

“How long will the fighting last?” Jun Changxiao said.

The middle-aged man said: “These sects are evenly matched. Based on past confrontations, it’ll take at least two or three years.”

Two or three years?

What a scam!

Jun Changxiao said: “What sects are they?”

The middle-aged man kindly said: “Friend, I advise you not to inquire, otherwise disaster can easily fall from the sky.”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Just then, a heavy aura pervaded over, completely restraining him. He saw Jun Changxiao’s eyes flash coldly: “If you don’t tell me, disaster falls from the sky right now.”