Ji Mo traversed the river of stars and returned to the Xuan Ling Realm, intending to meet with old acquaintances and friends one last time.
He first arrived at his former residence. The humble courtyard had been dismantled, and the place was now desolate, overgrown with weeds.
Unexpectedly, he encountered two old acquaintances here: Lin Zihan and Lan Rou.
Lin Zihan and Lan Rou had previously been like fire and water, but at some point, they had become the best of friends. Whenever they had free time, they would both appear here, as if waiting for someone to return.
The last time Qi Hei had erased all traces of Ji Mo, except for a very few exceptionally powerful and special beings, no one remembered anything about Ji Mo.
However, memories could be erased, but instinct still drove the two to this place.
Ji Mo's gaze fell upon Lan Rou. He felt an inexplicable fondness for this "Lan brother" with his exaggerated pectoral muscles.
Suddenly, he felt a jolt.
"A... a girl?"
Ji Mo was dumbfounded, finally realizing that Lan Rou was a woman.
His expression was a mixture of emotions, his face flushing hot.
He had treated Lan Rou as a brother before and had many intimate encounters. Did that mean he was considered a pervert in Lan Rou's eyes?
Afterwards, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had always thought something was wrong with him, that he might be gay, but it turned out he was normal.
"You scoundrel, if you keep staring at my Lan Sister like that, do you believe I'll gouge your eyes out?"
Lin Zihan shouted fiercely, unable to stand a stinking man staring at them like that.
However, when she saw Ji Mo's appearance clearly, her tone immediately changed: "Who are you? Have we met before?"
Lan Rou widened her amber eyes, gazing directly at Ji Mo with a face full of confusion.
An incredibly familiar and intimate feeling welled up within her.
Ji Mo understood that these two had lost their memories of him. With his current cultivation, he could restore their memories in an instant, but he didn't want to.
He spoke, "I am the God of Wealth. Our meeting is fate. I can fulfill any wish you have."
"Tch, who are you trying to fool? That's such an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation."
Lin Zihan didn't believe him at all and provocatively said, "I want to become an immortal. Can you do that?"
Ji Mo smiled, tapped his finger, and a vast surge of energy entered Lin Zihan's body. Her cultivation soared, and soon the sky darkened, filled with rumbling thunder.
Ji Mo raised his eyes slightly, and the immortal tribulation instantly dissipated.
Lin Zihan was stunned on the spot, standing there blankly, her mind buzzing.
"What about you? Do you have any wishes? Do you also want to become an immortal?"
Ji Mo looked at Lan Rou, a rare hint of tenderness flowing in his pupils.
Lan Rou shook her head, lowering her gaze, and shyly said, "Um, could you pinch my cheeks?"
Ji Mo was stunned. Could Lan Rou still remember something? Why hadn't she forgotten his habit of pinching her cheeks?
He was about to refuse, but Lan Rou had already taken his hand and pressed it onto her face, which was like flawless white jade. Instantly, that familiar feeling intensified.
"We must know each other, but I really can't remember who you are right now."
Lan Rou closed her eyes and murmured, her brows furrowed. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't.
Ji Mo sighed softly, injected a surge of energy into her as well, and then quietly departed.
Next.
Ji Mo entered Bai Shou Town.
He remembered that in the past, whenever he arrived in town, he was always very popular. The townsfolk would call out "Mr. Ji," "Doctor Ji" with such warmth.
Now, no one remembered him.
On the street, he encountered Wen Xi, the eldest daughter of the Wen family who had once intended to take him as a live-in son-in-law.
Seeing Wen Xi, Ji Mo's mind recalled that woman who made him feel as if he were bathing in spring breeze, radiant and beautiful, her smile brighter than the sun: Wen Die.
Ji Mo felt immense guilt towards this girl who had said, "If I can become an immortal, I will extend your lifespan for ten thousand years. If I cannot become an immortal, then I will cripple my cultivation and grow old and die with you in the mortal world."
He also remembered that in his youthful ignorance, he had made a promise to Wen Die, and he felt truly sorry for her.
"Miss Wen, how is your sister now?"
Ji Mo inquired about Wen Die's whereabouts from Wen Xi, hoping that after losing her memory, this foolish girl would live happily ever after.
Upon hearing Wen Die's name, Wen Xi's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she said with immense sadness, "My sister, she's gone. She once said she was going to pick a Seven Star Blue Lotus for someone, and after she left, she never returned."
Ji Mo's heart skipped a beat. He understood that the "someone" referred to him. At that time, he couldn't cultivate, and the Seven Star Blue Lotus had the miraculous effect of transforming one's body and reshaping their foundation. This foolish girl had risked her life for him.
"Silly girl, you must not be harmed."
Ji Mo was filled with remorse. He immediately used the Innate Eight Trigrams technique to divine heavenly secrets and calculate Wen Die's whereabouts.
Soon, he had a lead.
He flashed his figure and arrived at an ice field.
The wind here was biting, the land was covered in ice and snow, and the howling cold currents could freeze any flesh and blood into ice sculptures.
In the deepest part of the ice field, a peculiar lotus bloomed with a soft blue radiance. The lotus had seven petals, each adorned with special spots.
Beside the lotus, a stunningly beautiful woman lay on the ground. Even though she was frozen stiff, she was still in the posture of picking the lotus, as if she were determined to pluck the Seven Star Blue Lotus even at the cost of her life.
Ji Mo's eyes reddened. He quickly embraced Wen Die, and only when he felt the faint trace of life within her did he heave a heavy sigh of relief.
Wen Xi returned home. When she pushed open her room door, her face was filled with disbelief.
Her sister, Wen Die, was lying on her bed, a sacred aura flowing around her.
"Men, it's best not to make promises carelessly. The debts of love in this world are the hardest to repay."
After saving Wen Die, Ji Mo did not linger. He felt deeply ashamed of Wen Die and could not face her.
Afterward, he went to Lang Ya Academy.
Now, Lang Ya Academy was no longer what it used to be; it had become the foremost academy in the Xuan Ling Realm.
Ji Mo met with the dean, Song Zhenwei, and Song Wei Qian, as well as the lizard demon Long Da Zui, who had repeatedly lamented, "Heaven gave birth to me, Long Da Zui, why must it also give birth to Ji Mo?"
It had to be said that Long Da Zui had not changed his ways. He drooled whenever he saw beautiful female students and put on a hypocritical facade in front of Song Wei Qian, truly a scummy lizard.
At the academy entrance, the gatekeeper, Old Man Wang, stood with his back straight, holding an Emperor Weapon, diligently on duty.
Suddenly, a resplendent weapon appeared before him out of thin air.
Old Man Wang rubbed his presbyopic eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. Then, he picked up the weapon and was so excited that he almost fainted on the spot. "A divine weapon, heavens, this is a divine weapon!"
Following that, Ji Mo went to Ning Village.
The once desolate Ning Village had regained its vitality, filled with laughter and joy everywhere.
With no need to worry about invasion from the Demon Realm, the people of the Ning tribe could finally live in peace.
At the village entrance, Ning Wen Jing and Yu Xiao Huan sat side by side.
Ning Wen Jing held a statue tightly in her arms, gazing into the distance in a daze.
She seemed to remember someone telling her that they would earn a lot of money and come back to support her.
As for who that person was, she couldn't remember, but she always believed that they would return.
Yu Xiao Huan, on the other hand, was wearing a maid outfit, her figure exquisite, her long legs fair and straight. She muttered to herself, "Maid outfit, wear black stockings, call me Master."
Hearing this, Ji Mo's heart beat a little faster. He almost couldn't resist restoring Yu Xiao Huan's memory and letting her repay his kindness.
However, he ultimately held back. After injecting a surge of energy into the statue in Ning Wen Jing's arms, he headed to the Demon Realm.
In the Demon Realm Imperial City.
Ji Mo's attention was drawn to a towering statue that reached into the clouds.
Although the statue's face was blurry, he knew it belonged to him.
Moreover, he sensed an unimaginable power of faith contained within the statue. If he could absorb it, it would greatly benefit his cultivation.
"I didn't expect such an unexpected bonus."
Ji Mo smiled. The faith of all beings was the most miraculous, giving him another trump card.
"Hehe, it truly is an unexpected bonus. Don't move, we've caught you."
Suddenly, two petite figures pounced fiercely at Ji Han Han, one twisting his wrist, the other locking his throat.