Han Changsheng didn't expect that the Dog Lord would fall from a cliff a second time, because of him. It scared away half of his three immortal souls and seven mortal forms.

The fall from the Peach Blossom Cliff was a lengthy, straight drop. Undoubtedly, the Dog Lord would die again. It will not be a pity. But if the dog Xianjun dies, Han Changsheng's efforts in the past two months would all in vain, and he would have to suffer hards.h.i.+ps and receive punishment in the next life. Those who taught Tianning Cult might also get involved.

Han Changsheng bit his teeth and shouted: "Motherf.u.c.ker! I owe you a lifetime!"

No matter how upset he was, he doesn't have a choice.

There wasn't a clear path, but he loosened the vines and carefully climbed down the wall of the cliff. A moment later, he reached the bottom and the uninhabited ancient forest that lay there. Soon he spotted the Dog Lord and ran closer to examined the situation worriedly. 

An Yuan was bruised, with bleeding cuts on his handsome face. Fortunately, his injuries weren't deep enough to scar. Checking for breath, Han Changsheng sighed with relief. He was still alive; he didn't fall to his death. 

When An Yuan fell, he tried to cling to the vines. He didn't have a good enough hold to stop himself, but he slowed his descent as he fell to the trees' soft canopy below. He rolled from the canopy to the ground, sharply decreasing his falling speed. 

Cradling An Yuan's head, Han Changsheng took a cold breath, the back of his head was swollen. He must've hit it on the way down, but Han Changsheng didn't know how bad it would affect him. Checking over An Yuan's body, Han Changsheng found that none of his bones were broken. He was only slightly injured and very lucky.

Perhaps because of the huge knot on his head, An Yuan was unconscious. Han Changsheng shook him, patted him, pinched him, and slapped him in the face twice, but he never rose. 

He is in a dilemma. What was he supposed to do?

He wanted to drive the Dog Lord out of the Yuehua Sect, but now he wasn't. When the Dog Lord fell, he saw him sneer on the rock wall. Did he know what happened? Should he abandon Li Jiulong's disguise and walk away while he had the change, or should he wait and explain himself?

Should he say that everything was a misunderstanding and say he was smiling because he survived a disaster, not for any other reason? Would the Dog Lord believe him? What would he do if he didn't? Han Changsheng was anxious and scratched his head. What was this s.h.i.+t task the Black and White Impermanence gave him?! Could it be any more difficult!? 

A scratched cheek didn't matter. One scratch, Han Changsheng can fix as a master of cosmetics. But Elder Lan Fang trapped him in the cave for five days, and the makeup on his face was five days old. He was uncomfortable, worried about his appearance. With a layer on his face, it hurt his delicate skin. He usually cared for it every night, giving his skin a chance to breathe fresh air. Five days had pa.s.sed, though, and acne will show through! A cult leader with acne was how he would look?! The face of his teachings would be lost!

Looking around, Han Changsheng found a mountain stream not far away. He glanced back at the Dog Lord, still unconscious. Sure he wouldn't wake up for a long time, Han Changsheng went to reapply his makeup. Otherwise, he'd be exposed when the dog woke up. 

Setting down An Yuan, the cult leader walked to the creek and carefully removed the mask over his face. Placing it aside, he washed his skin with clear water. 

The water was cold and fresh against his skin. He knelt further, pressing his whole face into the water. 

It felt so nice!

Straightening his waist, Han Changsheng shook his head, and droplets splattered everywhere. He sighed with relief, wanting to strip naked and jump into the stream for a bath. For the time being, he put all his worries behind him. Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds could do whatever they wanted, Lao Zi wouldn't wait on them!

Turning around, Han Changsheng was about to leave with a swagger in his step when a bolt of lightning struck. 

Immortal! Dog! Lord! Staring! Right! At! Him!

Against all reason, An Yuan stubbornly woke up. No expression showed on his handsome face, but a pair of black jade eyes stared at Han Changsheng. The eerie feeling of eyes on him made Han Changsheng's hair stand on end.

The cult leader stared back, dumbstruck. f.u.c.k, G.o.d didn't play him just once. He played him twice. What now? The Dog Lord saw his real appearance!! He was still wearing the Yuehua disciples' clothes, he couldn't pretend to be a pa.s.ser-by buying soy sauce!! Is it too late to lie to him and pretend that everything was just a dream!!

"Who are you?" An Yuan asked with a cold voice. Unlike his gentle past, he emitted an alienation feeling that repels people at a thousand miles distant. 

"Hha," Han Changsheng gave two hollow laughs, "I… I'm an outer disciple, you don't know. I'm just pa.s.sing by. I'll leave right away!"

He was ready to slip away. The Dog Lord couldn't beat him then, he'd need all thirty-six stratagems to save himself. However, the Dog Lord's next words again caught him by surprise. 

An Yuan asked, "Who am I?"

Han Changsheng's chin practically fell to the ground. What kind of situation was this?! The dog Xianjun asked… Who he was?

Han Changsheng's soul flew to the Ninth Heaven and back in all the time he took to process the situation. 

"You don't remember who you are?" he asked hesitantly.

An Yuan frowned but kept quiet. 

Cautiously, the cult leader approached him. From beginning to end, An Yuan only looked coldly at him but gave him no reaction. Han Changsheng reached out to him. Looking disgusted, An Yuan turned away, but still let him touch the back of his head. A knot three fingers wide grew there, from when he fell down the cliff. 

An Yuan slapped Han Changsheng's hand away and asked, "Where are we?"

"You remember nothing?" Han Changsheng asked, "You don't remember how we fell off the cliff?"

An Yuan's eyes narrowed, flas.h.i.+ng murderously. "You just said you were an outer disciple who occasionally pa.s.sed by. Tell me, why did it change to your fall from the mountain with me?"

Silent for a moment, a dry smile curled up Han Changsheng's lips. "This… You just fell from the mountain. I wanted to save you, but you fell before I could catch you. I hurried down to find you, but I was afraid you would blame me for my failure to save you in time, so… Hha."

An Yuan stared suspiciously at Han Changsheng. 

"Huangfu… You don't even remember your name?"

"What's my name?" An Yuan asked. 

Han Changsheng was silent, then spoke. "Your surname is Huangfu, and your first name is Ugly."

"…" Disbelief was written across An Yuan's face. "Why would anyone call me such a name?"

Han Changsheng shrugged. "Your father has no culture. A lowly name will give you an easy life."

An Yuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Han, and my name is handsome," Han Changsheng said, "Han Yingjun."

An Yuan, "…"

Although An Yuan didn't believe it, he didn't refute it. Han Changsheng believed he had amnesia. What to do next? Han Changsheng made a mistake. After thinking of driving An Yuan out of the Yuehua Sect, nothing was his own business. An Yuan could either go to the old man Xuanji or set his mind on extinguis.h.i.+ng the evil way. It had nothing to do with him. Let those stinky G.o.ds squander themselves. But now, An Yuan fell because of him again and lost his memory. He couldn't be on the right path as he fated to. 

Han Changsheng's heart was empty. Did he not, carelessly, disturb the fate of the Dog Lord? It looked like a mess…

An Yuan stood up with the help of a tree and touched his wound. He frowned but kept quiet. 

"Han Yingjun," An Yuan said, his face gloomy. "Take me out of here to find my friends or relatives."

Upset at the command, the cult leader asked unpleasantly, "Why?"

Before he had amnesia, the Dog Lord was so gentle and polite. It wasn't enough for him to not want to beat him up. But now, he was arrogant and bossy. 

"You're the only one who's sorry for me," An Yuan said. 

Han Changsheng stared at the Dog Lord in astonishment. Did he remember?

An Yuan's expression was as it should be. 

"Who, who said that!" Han Changsheng guiltily refuted. "How am I sorry for you?"

"You owe me something, don't you?" An Yuan asked. 

Han Changsheng's eyes widened. He worried if he injured the Dog Lord from the fall, the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds from h.e.l.l would make life difficult for him. But how did the Dog Lord know that? Didn't have amnesia?

An Yuan sneered. "If you don't owe me anything, why lie to me? If you didn't owe me anything, you would be long gone by now. But, you're still here, too guilty to look at me." Raising his eyebrows, An Yuan sat down again. "If you don't want to, I don't insist on staying or leaving at will."

Han Changsheng: "…"

What was the issue? The Dog Lord hit his head. How did he get so clever? It was as if a change of person! 

Han Changsheng had the impulse to leave, but the dog lord was telling the truth. If he went like this, he would be the unlucky one if the Dog Lord's robbery event failed. 

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes and stepped forward. "Follow me."

For the day's sake, he had to take the Dog Lord to find the old man of Xuanji first. 

An Yuan's legs were injured. After the fall, they were much worse. Han Changsheng had to carry him on his back. An Yuan Leaned into him and looked coldly at the side of his face. 

Han Changsheng was too busy thinking to pay him any attention.

He didn't know who the old man was, nor what he looked like or where he was. But the old many was probably one of An Yuan's forgotten friends or family. Otherwise, he would not pa.s.s all of his inner strength to An Yuan before he died. 

They had to leave Yuehua Mountain first and try their luck.

Translator(s): Empress

Editor(s): Teo, Dark, Bet