Chương 61: Chapter 61 The exiles
At this moment, a mysterious man wearing a robe appeared. His facial features from top to bottom was totally covered up by the clear dark robe, all that could be seen are his sharp eyes. If it was any ordinary person who saw those eyes, they might even go crazy for life or in the worst case, die on the spot.
With a swing of his robe, a invisible energy force appeared in the air and destroyed the incoming scythe attack into nothingness.
"Haha, so you're the one who chose this young lad? I shouldn't have overestimated you." The mysterious man laughed out loud as behind that robe, he was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, strong desire for revenge could be seen.
Nightin didn't even flinch and stared at him "You're merely a low ranking member of the Exiles, what gives you the privilege or authority to comment about me?" Nightin didn't back down as he fiercely countered back.
The exiles were the race who once dominated the Ancient era, but because of the demigod crisis that took place, most of their high ranking members were slaughtered and it led to their downfall.
Back then, it was rumored that the Exiles, had successfully escorted their number one talent to safety. Considering their sudden rise and appearance, it seems that they're ready to claim back their divine throne, they won't allow anyone or anything to stand in their path.
"I may not be qualified to mention your great name, but you're nothing but a spirit that's barely alive for now, I have no reasons to fear you."
"But don't worry, I'll be taking my leave as I bring along those two slaves of mine."
The Exile formed a black portal behind him as he threw both his slaves into it before stepping in, turning his head to look at Nightin before he left, he said "That chosen one of yours is nothing to us."
"Argh, where am I?"
A ray of sunlight had shone through the cabin window into Nightin's eyes, waking him up from his unknown rest.
Placing his hand on his face, a train of thoughts started to flow past his mind. "What am I doing here? Who brought me here? What happened to the battle? What happened to Winston?"
As the thought of Winston who had died to protect him went past his mind, a mind splitting pain started to devour him as he clutched his hands and tumbled on the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing bro?"
A familiar voice made its way like peaceful music into Nightin's ears as he raised his head, it was the person who he was missing.
The same long brown hair tied in a ponytail behind his head, a bracelet on his right wrist to supply him with mana in times of emergrncy, the same demeanor which veiled him with a sense of mysteriousness.
Nightin slowly dropped his hands and asked "Is that you...Winston?" His voice was shaking from excitement and fear, he was worried that all that was just a fleeting dream of his.
"Yes, it's me bro, I'm still alive and have even made a breakthrough to the Martial Lord third realm, even the barrier to the fourth realm is breaking apart."
Nightin smiled and said softly "That's good..." Fainting once again, his body fell forward and landed on Winston's shoulders.
Winston slowly brought Nightin to his bed as he took out a piece of paper, walking up to the table, he took out a pen with black ink.
When Nightin woke up again, he was in a lost, he couldn't remember anything else besides his name. Scanning around, he saw a letter with his name on the cover and picked it up, it might have the answer which he needs right now.
"Nightin, I'll be taking my leave first. We might meet again one day in the upper realm, I believe that the day we reunite will be soon. Our time together may have been short, but you're the first person who made me feel that warmth still exists in this cold yet harsh world. Thanks for the short memories you've given me..."
Nightin didn't know who this Winston guy was, but sorrow started to invade his heart as tears welled up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably like a infinite number of pearls.
Nightin's aura was totally different right now, he may still be at the Martial Spirit, but he already had the strength to contend against a Martial King...
Nightin picked himself off his bed and walked out of the door, what greeted him was the huge ground with their clamour.
"Omg! He's so cute!"
"The young hero is finally out!"
"Where's his friend though?"
It turns out that before the spirit who had posssessed Nightin left, she brainwashed everyone into thinking that Nightin's a talented genius with defying strength.
To everyone who was spectating the battle or even those who aren't, he was a genius who ended the battle in one move, claiming the lives of two great experts easily.
Nightin who was still in a daze politely asked the middle aged man beside him "Excuse me, but what are y'all doing? What am I doing here and where are we heading to?"
The crowd stared at him as they shouted in unison "What!" None of them had expected this genius in front of them, to be behaving like a shy little boy who's lost.
"No way, did he lose his memories!"
"How could this happen, he seemed fine even after the battle ended!"
"Did he use a forbidden art which brought about this side effect?"
Harvard who had somehow caught wind of the news immediately grabbed Nightin by the neck and dragged him to the private chamber.
Nightin didn't understand why he could see the surroundings so clearly, they were already travelling at a tremendous speed, he was worried but realised that his body wasn't even feeling the slightest anxiety or fear.
Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the private chamber. To the right was a passcode which Harvard swiftly keyed in with a few clicks of his fingers before stepping in.
Nightin looked at Harvard shyly and asked "Uncle, why did you bring me here all of a sudden? Do you perhaps know why I'm here?"
Harvard sighed as he thought to himself "I guess the worst still happen after all." Harvard wasn't willing to accept this himself, it wouldn't make sense for someone like Nightin to actually lose his memories and even forget what cultivation is.
"Have you really forgotten about everything? About why you're heading to the Moss forest and your true identity?" Harvard impatiently asked, if there's even the slightest chance of helping Nightin to recover, he would be willing to pay any cost.
"I'm sorry, but I've really forgotten. Thanks for letting me know where I'm heading to, but what's my true identity?"
Harvard was deliberating within his heart, struggling to come to a conclusion, should he reveal the truth or hide it? Would a white lie be the best choice here?
"You're the sect master of the Nirvana sect."
Nightin froze for a moment, the mind splitting pain was attacking him again and he fell on the ground, his arms clutching his head "Nirvana...sect...what is it?...why does it...seems do familiar...and close to...me."
Harvard knew that he didn't stand a chance of helping Nightin to recover, but he had one thought in mind. If he brought Nightin to the King forces tournament, will he be able to recover his lost memories?
Back in Nightin's room, he was laying in bed questioning himself, yet he doesn't have a single answer to them.
A wandering spirit grey in colour gradually came into form before his eyes, it was a woman which he remembered, the only person still in his memories.
She smiled and said "I'm sorry for taking your memories for awhile, I was just curious to what you've been true and lost track of time, I'll be returning them to you now."
The next moment, Nightin could feel his memorising returning to him as he forgotten about what just happened.
Nightin knew that he had to leave the ship, even if it means giving up the easiest mode of transport. With his Samsara sword below him, he leaped out of the window and continued heading towards the moss forest.
Before leaving, he made his way to Harvard's room and told him "Uncle Harvard, I've recovered my memories somehow.",
Harvard who was still resting on his bed jolted up at this time and shouted "Are you serious? How did it happen?"
Nightin could only tell Harvard about everything he knows from the start and explained his reason for leaving. If he doesn't leave right now, he might capture too much attention and bring both himself and Harvard unwanted trouble.
In the night sky, the figure of a young man could be seen gliding through the air, below him was a sword clad in purple.
Below him was a small town with bright lightings, it had caught itd attention as he decided to rest there for the night.
Slowly gliding downwards, he was about to descend onto the ground when a carriage suddenly charged towards him.
"Hey, get out of the way!"
On the front of the carriage was the rider with a whip in hand, below him were two blazing steeds of the Demon Lord early realm.
Seeing that Nightin wasn't willing to dodge, he sent his whip forwards towards Nightin's face, if he doesn't block it, it would definitely injure him.
Nightin was about to make a move and kill him when the voice of a young woman stopped the rider as he kept his whip. "That's enough, what do you think you're doing? Haven't I told you countless times that you shouldn't resort to violence?"
A young woman probably around fourteen stepped out of the carriage, she had a well sculpted nose, a small captivating mouth, clear eyes which reflects his own image back to him, her hair flowed behind her like a waterfall and on her right wrist was a snake tattoo.
The rider got on his knees and apologised "I'm sorry young lady, but I was just trying to speed up considering that you're anxious to return home!"
"Even so, that doesn't give you a valid reason to attack that young master, I expect you to apologise to him sincerely." The woman rebutted sharply without sparing him any face, she may be young but she already has the charm and intelligence of a mature woman.
If she's given a few more years, she would definitely become a first class beauty which captures the eyes of everyone.
The rider hesitated before replying "Your orders are received, young lady." He stood up and walked towards Nightin, clasped his fists and said "I'm sorry for my sudden action just now, I hope that you can forgive me for my moment of folly."
The rider himself was a Martial Lord fifth realm cultivator, but he actually felt fear from Nightin who was only at the Martial Spirit peak realm. Coupled with the orders of her lady, he had no choice but to make the apology.
Nightin ignored him and asked the woman behind "Excuse me miss, but can you tell me about this town? I plan to stay here for the night."
The woman smiled and said "Of course I can."
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