Chapter 888: Memories That Shouldn’t Exist

Chapter 888: Chapter 888: Memories That Shouldn’t Exist

Suddenly, the scene changed, and Yang Cheng saw a unfamiliar setting.

It was a dark and damp basement, the air filled with a pungent stench of decay, and the walls were covered with various torture tools, making it look like some kind of interrogation room.

A man was bound by chain to a pillar, his body covered in wounds and his clothes tattered, hair disheveled, face obscured.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

A cold voice rang out.

The man lifted his head, revealing a face covered in blood and grime, though unrecognizable, Yang Cheng still recognized him.

It was his father—Yang Feng!

"Dad!"

Yang Cheng shouted, wanting to rush over, yet found he couldn’t get close, only able to watch helplessly.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Yang Feng’s voice was hoarse, but his tone firm.

"Hmph, stubborn."

That cold voice chuckled, a shadow raised a whip in hand, and lashed it hard upon Yang Feng.

"Snap—!"

The sound of flesh splitting was clear, Yang Feng’s body trembled violently, yet he gritted his teeth, kept silent.

"Speak! Where is the research data!"

"I don’t know."

"Snap—!"

Another lash.

Yang Cheng’s eyes reddened, desperately wanting to rush over, but his body seemed rooted, unable to move at all.

"Dad! Dad!"

He cried out with all his heart, but Yang Feng could not hear his voice.

The scene again shifted, Yang Cheng appeared at a frail little girl, face dirty, clothes ragged, curled up in a corner trembling, eyes wary as she looked around.

He recognized the little girl as Feng Jiuge, eyes slightly upturned, and the red mole on her cheek was prominent.

Soon, two men approached and forcibly took Feng Jiuge away, cries of anguish echoed from the alley, he wanted to save her, but his body wouldn’t move.

"Senior Sister!"

Yang Cheng gasped for air, forehead drenched in cold sweat, clothes soaked through with perspiration.

His eyes were bloodshot, pupils filled with veins, looked like he’d crawled out from hell.

The Rabbit Source Qi’s ability was memory retrieval, but according to the Tome of the Ghost Doctor, obtaining the enemy’s blood could grant access to their past seventy-two hours’ memories, yet just now he saw far more memories than should have appeared.

He knew all those truly happened, perhaps Rabbit Source Qi’s gift to him, but unfortunately didn’t see where his father was.

"Chen! You’re awake!"

Jiang Yu’s joyful voice rang in his ear.

Yang Cheng turned his head, saw Jiang Yu’s delicate little face, eyes red, clearly had cried.

"Yu..."

His voice was hoarse, as if filled with sand.

"You scared me to death!"

Jiang Yu rushed into his arms, holding him tightly, tears flowed again.

Yang Cheng extended his hand, gently patting her back, wanting to comfort her, yet found his hand slightly trembling.

His mind still retained those chaotic memories, real and illusory, like a tangled mess, impossible to sort out.

"Yang Cheng, how do you feel?"

Feng Jiuge’s weak voice sounded.

Yang Cheng turned his head, saw Feng Jiuge leaning against the bed, face pale as paper, a trace of blood at her lips, extremely frail, heart aching painfully.

Mind involuntarily flashed through earlier scenes, Feng Jiuge had said her past was tough, but he didn’t know she had been violated.

She was so small then, already saw the coldness of the world, suffered greatly, perhaps precisely why she forced herself to become stronger, became a Cultivation Strongman.

"Senior Sister, let me check."

Yang Cheng’s heart tightened, quickly reached for her pulse, discovering her True Qi almost depleted, Dantian injured.

"I’m fine, not gonna die."

Feng Jiuge waved a hand, wanting to seem nonchalant, yet her body’s frailty betrayed her.

Yang Cheng looked at her, a wave of guilt and heartache surged.

"Sorry, I dragged you into this."

"What nonsense, you’re my junior brother, of course I’d do everything to help you."

Feng Jiuge rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile at her lips. ℯℯ𝑙.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, checked his own condition.

The Rabbit Source Qi had been fully refined within his Dantian, merged with his True Qi, but the Blood Soul Curse hadn’t disappeared, instead, due to recent loss of control, became more active, that evil power like a venomous snake, coiled around his chest, occasionally devouring his True Qi and blood essence, causing his cultivation to be quite unstable.

If this Blood Soul Curse remained, breaking through to the Golden Core Realm would be impossible.

"The Blood Soul Curse is spreading."

Yang Cheng lowered his head, eyed the mark on his chest, brows furrowed.

The mark was already palm-sized, surface covered with blood-red lines, looking particularly terrifying.

"It’s already spread to your heart, if it continues spreading, within a month, you’ll..."

Feng Jiuge didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.

Yang Cheng was silent for a moment, slowly spoke, "Ancient texts record a method to seal the Blood Soul Curse, if we can find the Earth Core Fire from the Land of Extreme Yang and Celestial Flower Stone Marrow, it can be solved."

"Those things are more difficult to find than the other."

Feng Jiuge sighed.

"There will be a way."

Yang Cheng’s tone was calm, but a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He turned, looking at Jiang Yu, noticing her complexion was much improved, no longer sickly pale, but with a faint blush.

"Yu, how do you feel?"

"Better than ever."

Jiang Yu smiled, her eyes full of joy, "Body feels light, like shedding a great burden, and I feel like I have strength, not dizzy like before."

Yang Cheng reached to check her pulse, verifying her condition, her meridians no longer had that restless power, recovering quickly.

"Everything’s fine now, you’ll be like other girls from now on."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu was too excited to speak, only able to hug Yang Cheng tightly.

Yang Cheng gently patted her back, a slight smile at his lips.

"Can you guys stop showing affection in front of me? I’m still injured."

Feng Jiuge said irritably from the side.

Yang Cheng chuckled, released Jiang Yu, turning to Feng Jiuge, "Senior Sister, let me heal you."

"Only now you remember!"

She rolled her eyes, feigning a relaxed manner.

Yang Cheng’s gaze gradually intensified, leaned forward and kissed her lips.

"Mmm... wasn’t it for healing? Why are you kissing?"

"Dual Cultivation heals fastest, and with long nights ahead, we have plenty of time."

Yang Cheng smirked, his hands began to roam over her body.