Chapter 148: A Paradise Without Memories, Happiness Without Worries
Life is always full of helplessness, just like a path—there will always be smooth sections and rough patches, for one cannot change that path. Perhaps Liu Yi and July will continue to live in that happiness without memories, but life is constantly changing, unpredictable, just like this story…
The Wolf King, holding a folding fan, had been on the go for two days, searching every corner, yet still found no trace of Liu Yi. His badpremonition grew stronger. With Liu Yi’s skills, he wouldn’t disappear without reason. If he were to leave, he would at least say goodbye. Something must have happened.
Unaware of it, the Wolf King arrived outside the thatched cottage. Initially preoccupied, he didn’t notice at first, but when he realized he was at a inhabited place, he took a closer look…
His first impression was “a small bridge over flowing water, with homes nearby.” Upon closer inspection, a babbling stream flowed over a small stone bridge, emitting a pleasant sound. Across from it was a tidy and clean thatched house. In front of the house was a small yard with a swing, likely used to relieve fatigue. To the right was a vegetable garden, and from inside the house came the sound of weaving…
The Wolf King couldn’t help but exclaim, “In these chaotic times, there still exists such a life—what happiness! Ordinary people also have their own kind of happiness, one that these famous figures in the martial world can never compare to.”
Just then, the door of the house opened, and a woman stepped out. The Wolf King watched her carefully—there was only one reason: she seemed familiar. It was… July. Though her clothes had changed, her appearance remained the same.
Indeed, the woman who stepped out was July. She was no longer dressed in her usual martial arts attire but wore a grayish-white coarse cloth dress. Her former martial arts aura was gone, replaced by ordinary happiness—the kind that brings joy even when sharing porridge or smiling while wearing simple clothes, the kind of happiness found in simplicity.
The Wolf King blurted out, “July.” Seeing her outfit, he suddenly wondered if Liu Yi’s troubles might be related to her.
July looked up at the man before her. Of course, she recognized him—the Wolf King, the guardian of the beasts, also from the demonic realm. She asked doubtfully, “How did you end up here?”
The Wolf King smiled deeply. “I wanted to ask you the same question, Miss July. You, the ruler of the demonic sect, capable of controlling wind and rain—why not stay there, but instead come here to be an ordinary person?”
July said nothing, only smiling… Though dressed in coarse clothes, her smile was still beautiful.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a black long robe approached. He had silver hair and a sharply defined face, holding a hoe, sweating profusely…
The Wolf King took a closer look. Wasn’t this the Demon Lord he had been searching for day and night—Liu Yi? Like July, he was no longer dressed in martial arts attire but in a simple black robe. His face radiated happiness from hard work, and his eyes no longer showed sadness or weariness.
The Wolf King stepped forward and said, “Demon Lord.”
Liu Yi walked over to July and glanced at the Wolf King, asking, “Who is July? Have you mistaken someone? What are you doing here?”
Seeing Liu Yi’s expression, the Wolf King immediately understood a lot. Liu Yi indeed had some problems, and those problems stemmed from July. Only she could have the answers, so he had to ask clearly.
Before July could reply, the Wolf King quickly changed his words, saying, “I spoke wrongly. Hehe, I’m July’s uncle. I’ve come from afar to see how July is living and plan to stay here tonight.”
Hearing this, Liu Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Is that so? Great! It’s been a long time since anyone has come to visit us.” Although Liu Yi said “a long time,” the Wolf King wasn’t surprised, knowing that something must have happened. It would be better to find a way to get Liu Yi away so he could ask July properly.
The Wolf King continued, “I have a bad habit—I must have wine with every meal. I can’t eat without it, hehe.”
Hearing this, Liu Yi immediately said, “Okay, okay. Wait a moment. I’ll go buy you some wine right away. After all, you’re a distant relative; we can’t neglect you, hehe.” With that, he put down his hoe, said something to July, and headed outside…
Watching Liu Yi disappear, the Wolf King sighed and shook his head.
At that moment, July spoke up, “The Wolf King is truly cunning. He came up with this way to get rid of the scholar.”
The Wolf King shook his head and said, “Hehe, if Miss July hadn’t given me, an old wolf, this chance, I’d probably already be a stranger here.”
July smiled and said, “Come in with me. Ask whatever you want to know.” With that, she turned and headed toward the thatched cottage.
July knew that what was meant to happen would happen. She wouldn’t avoid it. She would face it and fight for her own happiness.
The Wolf King followed her in…
The thatched cottage was clean and tidy. Bright sunlight streamed in through the window, creating a warm atmosphere. Looking closely at the cottage, there were two rooms—probably where July and Liu Yi rested. Outside was a neat small hall. There were no special decorations inside, except for two sets of clothes and two swords hanging on the wall.
On the wall facing the window, a black bodysuit hung on the left, and a black leather jacket—apparently made of leather—hung on the right. Between the two pieces of clothing hung two swords: one dark silver and the other pure black. The shapes, styles, and special markings of the swords were completely different, but one thing was common—they were both peerless divine swords. Now, with their owner having retired, they had become mere ornaments.
July sat down and said, “Since the Wolf King is the scholar’s teacher, I’ll boldly address you as ‘sir.’ Please, have a seat.” With that, she poured two cups of the most ordinary jasmine tea.
The Wolf King smiled at July and gently sat down, nodding slightly…
July took a sip of tea and said with a wry smile, “Sir, don’t be so solemn. Ask whatever you want to know. I know you have many curiosities.”
The Wolf King also took a sip of tea; a faint fragrance slipped down his throat. Then he continued, “Miss Qiyue, I know you’ve always been kind to the Demon Lord. What I want to ask is, why has the Demon Lord changed into this state? What exactly happened to him?”
Qiyue smiled and said, “As you can see, nothing serious. What happened is that he grew tired of the martial world and now enjoys a simple life here with me.”
The Wolf King smiled and said, “Miss Qiyue, you’re really perceptive. I believe that the hatred in the Demon Lord’s heart cannot be changed by anyone, nor can his love for Jilier be replaced by anyone else. So, there must be a reason… but it certainly isn’t what you said.”
Qiyue’s face suddenly turned pale. She looked at the Wolf King and said, “Why do you all only see hatred? Can’t you see how happy he is now without hatred? Why do you still want to torment me and him with that dead person? Can’t you see? How happy he is now that he’s forgotten Jilier? Why do you still bring up things that will make him sad and unhappy?”
The Wolf King’s expression also changed, becoming grave and serious. He kept repeating, “Forget, forget…” Suddenly, the Wolf King stood up abruptly and said, “Are you saying the Demon Lord has lost his memory…”