C6 Fate from a previous life

Forget about the needles, whenever he mentioned them, Murong Heng would feel a wave of nausea, and his head would still ache faintly. He really did not know how many needles this martial arts teacher had stabbed into his head before he took it.

If An Wenxuan knew that Murong Heng had already secretly set himself up as a "Coach of the Jianghu" in his heart, who knew if he would attack his heart in a rush, spitting blood!

"Alright, now it's time to talk about your previous life! Your name and appearance haven't changed. This might be the power of reincarnation! In short, your previous life was known as the 'Zither Immortal'! It could be said that he was the existence with the most exquisite of Alien Continent and zither skills! Your zither arts have reached the God Realm and reached the Large Success Realm. It has completely exceeded the range that ordinary music can explain. "

"When you were young, the fortune-teller predicted that your life would be in danger. If you manage to survive, your life would be in danger. If you fail, you will perish forever …" Then the calamity really came, and that's why you were reborn into this world. But luckily, your soul has not dispersed, so it is still possible for you to recover from your injuries! "

"Your only hobby in your previous life was to play the zither. Your 'flute' and 'ink guqin' have terrified countless people. What kind of enemies have you not killed? Just because your zither music can create its own space, it is known as the 'Zither World'. If an ordinary person were to fall into your Zither World, then they would die without a doubt.

As he spoke till here, An Wenxuan actually also faintly felt proud. For his close friend to have such abilities, he also sincerely felt happy for Murong Heng. When Murong Heng saw the change in An Wenxuan's expression, his heart actually felt slightly warm. Even though it didn't matter if what he said was true or not, he had indeed treated himself as his lifelong friend.

He had never had a good friend on Earth, not even an ordinary friend. Now that he had such a "fake good friend", Murong Heng felt something in his heart. This feeling was a bit warm, a bit concerned, and an endless amount of energy waiting to be unleashed.

"When we were young, we lived together in an extremely cold place like Alien Continent. I am an orphan adopted by your family. I grew up with you. When we were small, we could be said to be inseparable, and everything was done in pairs. At that time, the elders of the clan did not allow me to interact much with you, because you were the future star of the clan and I was just a trash that was picked up. "

"But you've never despised me. You've shared good food with me, you've played with me for fun, and you've even given me your spare clothes to wear. I, An Wenxuan, am not an ungrateful person, and when I heard what you had done, I swore that if there was a chance in the future, I would definitely report it to you! "

"Later on, when the Clairvoyant found out that you were the target of a tribulation, the elders began to give up on cultivating you. After all, nurturing someone with a variable future isn't worth it."

"From then on, the two of us will be inseparable, relying on each other to survive. Murong Heng, actually, your parents passed away early on. If not for your father's prestige, both of us would have been chased out of your clan … "

Speaking till here, Murong Heng's heart suddenly thumped. His parents on Earth died very early, could this be what he meant by 'fate'? Why were his parents always willing to leave him alone in this world so that he could experience the feeling of loneliness and not be able to enjoy the affection that any other child could enjoy?

Murong Heng's expression was a little dejected, he lowered his head, and sank into deep thought.

An Wenxuan, who was at the side, did not disturb Murong Heng. He was also an orphan, so he knew how painful losing his parents was to a child. Because in a person's life, the two most important people had left him. That kind of cold and desolate feeling was far beyond ordinary people's imagination!

After a moment of melancholy, Murong Heng seemed to have been pulled out from his endless memories, and continued to lecture:

"After that, the two of us bitterly cultivated the Dao, hoping to change the way the clan views us by raising our cultivation. Fortunately, the two of us have extraordinary talent and our cultivation speed is at least several times faster than an ordinary person's. Therefore, some of the elders in the clan have a whole new level of respect for us! "

Saying that, An Wenxuan clenched his left fist and fiercely patted his chest, as if he was showing off his own achievements! However, only he himself knew that the main reason was because he had vented his anger for his past!

"Later on, you …"

When An Wenxuan said till here, he realized that Murong Heng was already lying on the sofa, his eyes had already closed, and even some snores were coming out from his mouth.

"This kid is still the same as always." I never finished listening to everything I said... Hehe, the feeling of being reunited is really not bad! This time, no matter what, I won't let you get hurt again … "Young master."

What An Wenxuan said was true, at least in terms of the Alien Continent. However, An Wenxuan had still missed a detail, or rather, he had intentionally missed a detail.

Back when An Wenxuan and Murong Heng were still young, the two of them were indeed inseparable. However, the identities of the two weren't as simple as friends. An Wenxuan was just a child that had been picked up, how could he be compared to the son of the Patriarch? That's right, Murong Heng's father that died was the former Patriarch of the Murong Family! Although Murong Heng's father passed away due to an accident, Murong Heng's identity was still the same, young master of the Mu Rong family!

As the Murong Family Patriarch had passed away at that time, it had caused the family to become unstable. On the other hand, An Wenxuan was escorted by some of the elders of the Murong Family who were against the bloodline of the Patriarch.

But Murong Heng had never treated An Wenxuan as his subordinate, and had treated him as an existence of equal footing. This caused An Wenxuan, who had no family members, to experience the feeling of kinship. Murong Heng had always treated An Wenxuan as his own brother. From then on, An Wenxuan made up his mind that he would not work for those elders that wanted to rebel, but at the same time, he caused An Wenxuan to suffer greatly.

However, after so many years, the friendship between the two became more and more tense as time went by.

Looking at the slumbering Murong Heng, An Wenxuan's lips also curled up slightly, and the feelings in his heart bubbled up uncontrollably. Thinking about that calamity back then, An Wenxuan clenched his fists tightly and swore in his heart that he would never let anything happen to Murong Heng again.

"Sigh, but the most troublesome thing right now is still Murong Heng's memory … If his memories could not be recovered, and he was unable to wake up the true essence of the Immortal Path, then wouldn't Murong Heng's body be equivalent to that of a primordial spirit? "No, I have to first inform the God of Rites about this!" An Wenxuan thought.

...

Outside the apartment, seeing the two people who had quietened down, Xiao Yuer also lightly closed the door and left.

She had already obtained the information she wanted, but this black clothed youth was actually the person nicknamed "Immortal Whisk", An Wenxuan! This was something that Xiao Yuer had never expected. However, there was no need to worry about this variable. She was the grand 'Flower Fairy', a level 9 immortal saint. If he couldn't even deal with a mere level 8 immortal sovereign, then he wouldn't need to cultivate in the immortal dao.

After Xiao Yuer left, the place where she had been squatting at just a moment ago formed a rainbow carpet made of all sorts of flowers. It only stayed for a moment before it activated the life force of all the flowers in the area. In this world, only the "flower fairy" had this kind of power!

...

Not long after Xiao Yuer left, An Wenxuan took out a copper mirror-like magic item from his mystical ring. This copper mirror was called "Divine Vision Glass Mirror", and was the divine item that An Wenxuan bestowed to him before coming down to the mortal world. This "telepathic thoughts glass mirror" could transmit one's consciousness, directly transmitting An Wenxuan's thoughts into the perception range of the God of Light, and then receiving it through the God of Light. This would be equivalent to completing a long distance information transmission.

"Lord God of Light! Just as you said, I did indeed find Murong Heng's Body of Rebirth on this plane called Earth. However, due to the accident when I reincarnated, it caused Murong Heng's memories to be lost. Not to mention that the true essence of the Immortal Path was gone, even he was unable to identify me. I request to stay by Murong Heng's side to help him recover his memories. An Wenxuan [1]! "

Waves of strange fluctuations rippled across the surface of the "Divine Glass Mirror". Layers of energy spread outwards, drifting into the distant horizon. At a certain point, this energy was suddenly sucked into a black hole like space channel, and then it disappeared!

...

Alien Continent God Realm.

RICHARD YATES Mansion.

"The God of Rites, Bilis, sitting on the throne of the Temple of God, slowly opened his eyes." "Hmm?" A light snort sounded. With this light snort, the surrounding hundred miles of the mansion was instantly surrounded by raging winds. As the wind blew past, there seemed to be faint music circulating within the mansion.

"So the zither immortal really is at that place called Earth. It seems like that old geezer Lucifer (The God of the Underworld) didn't lie to me …" "Hur hur, then let's do it this way." After muttering to himself, the God of Light, Billy Beth, slowly closed his eyes again.

...

Suddenly, a huge energy fluctuation was transmitted to the "Spirit Glass Mirror"! An ancient language flashed with golden light:

"I will do my best to win back the Zither Immortal."

An Wenxuan smiled slightly, of course it was the case, even if Re God did not give this order, he, An Wenxuan, would still give it his all!

Canto I