"Where am I..."
As the voice rang out, Elder Xuanyuan and Li Qingzhu immediately turned their eyes to the bed.
The man's eyes were now open, filled with a look of confusion.
"Who are you people? Who am I..." As if sensing their gaze, the man paused for a moment and murmured, his eyes blank.
"This is the Xuanyuan Sect, and this is my master, Elder Xuanyuan. You don't remember who you are?" Although he was muttering to himself, Li Qingzhu clearly heard him. He frowned slightly and then asked, "This is the Xuanyuan Sect, and this is my master, Elder Xuanyuan. You don't remember who you are?"
"Elder Xuanyuan... Who am I... Ah..." The man froze at the mention of his name, seeming to fall into thought. But in an instant, he closed his eyes in pain and fainted again.
"Master, this..." Seeing this, Li Qingzhu looked at Elder Xuanyuan.
Elder Xuanyuan shook his head slightly, "It seems the lightning power has severely injured his brain. He has lost his memory. I'm afraid he can only recover it slowly over time."
"Lost his memory... Master, should we send this person down the mountain or keep him in the sect?" Li Qingzhu asked.
Elder Xuanyuan pondered for a moment, "Let him stay in the sect for now. Although he has lost his memory, his physical strength is undeniable. He must be one of our Spiritual Masters."
"Although we don't know his true identity, our Xuanyuan Sect is one of the five major forces of the human race, and a force that exists for the sake of humanity. If we send him down the mountain now, we would be going against righteousness."
"You will take him and have him cultivate. Perhaps it will help him recover his memory. Judging by his appearance, he should be around thirty years old. He is likely the youngest disciple of our Xuanyuan Sect."
"Alright." Li Qingzhu nodded. He glanced at the man on the bed, waved his sleeve, and a surge of spiritual energy enveloped the man, carrying him out of the room.
The disciple pavilion of the Xuanyuan Sect.
"Greetings, Senior Disciple Sister." The two guards on duty saluted as Li Qingzhu approached.
Li Qingzhu nodded lightly, then handed the man in her arms to a disciple. "Qingyou, please attend to this person for now. Inform me when he wakes up."
"Senior Disciple Sister, who is this?" Qingyou asked, looking at the unconscious man.
Li Qingzhu thought for a moment, "He's like a junior disciple of our Xuanyuan Sect. Alright, remember to notify me as soon as he wakes up."
Qingyou nodded, holding the man, and flew towards a pavilion.
Time passed. Ten days went by. The man had woken up a few times during this period. However, each time Li Qingzhu questioned him, he would fall back into unconsciousness. This led Li Qingzhu to refrain from mentioning the man's past when he next woke up.
"Qingmeng, come out to train with us." Li Qingzhu said, looking at the man on the bed.
Li Qingmeng was the name given to the man Li Qingzhu had rescued earlier.
It was Elder Xuanyuan who had named him Li Qingmeng.
Now that Li Qingmeng had recovered, Li Qingzhu began to guide him in cultivation.
"Yes, Senior Disciple Sister." Li Qingmeng nodded and followed Li Qingzhu out of the room.
"Li Qingmeng, why are you so clumsy? Watch, hold the sword properly!" xxs壹贰
On the disciple training ground, Li Qingyou was furious at Li Qingmeng's unsteady stance.
In the past three months, Li Qingmeng had shown no progress whatsoever. Compared to other disciples, he was completely out of his league.
No matter how she taught him, Li Qingmeng could not even master the first level of the Xuanyuan Sword Technique. He couldn't even hold a sword properly.
If it weren't for Senior Disciple Sister Li Qingzhu arranging for her to teach him, Li Qingyou would have given up long ago.
Within the Xuanyuan Sect, there was almost no other disciple who hadn't mastered the first level of the Xuanyuan Sword Technique after three months. Despite her impatience, Li Qingyou had to patiently explain the essentials again, guiding him through each move with her spiritual sword.
Perhaps sensing Li Qingyou's impatience, Li Qingmeng cast a fearful glance at her. He tried his best to hold the spiritual sword properly and move it with concentration.
However, his movements were less than a third as natural as Li Qingyou's.
Seeing this, Li Qingyou sighed helplessly and began to correct him again.
"Our Xuanyuan Sect is the only sect among the five major human forces renowned for its sword techniques. This Xuanyuan Sword Technique is the foundation of our sect. Junior Disciple Brother, how can your talent be so poor? Three months have passed, and even other disciples in the sect have reached the second or even third level. Alas, forget it. Let's stop here for today."
After Li Qingmeng had barely completed the moves of the first level, Li Qingyou shook her head and walked to a stone table nearby.
Li Qingmeng stared blankly at Li Qingyou sitting down, then picked up the spiritual sword again and began to practice. A look of determination flickered across his pale face.
Li Qingyou, watching Li Qingmeng's movements, felt her anger subside a little. Over the past few months, she had learned about Li Qingmeng's background. Thinking of his memory loss, her anger dissipated even further.
"Fine, since both Master and Senior Disciple Sister have decided to keep him, he is our junior disciple. Although he's a bit slow, he's not lazy," Li Qingyou murmured with a sigh.
Then she stood up again and patiently corrected Li Qingmeng's movements.
"Junior Disciple Brother Qingyou."
Half an hour later, a clear voice suddenly rang out.
Li Qingyou looked towards the figure beside her and quickly saluted, "Greetings, Senior Disciple Sister."
Li Qingzhu nodded, then glanced at Li Qingmeng, who was still practicing his sword, and frowned slightly. "Has junior disciple brother not yet mastered the first level?"
Li Qingyou smiled wryly and nodded, "Senior Disciple Sister, there's something I don't know if I should say. This junior disciple brother's comprehension is truly too poor. For three months, he's been stuck at this first level. Moreover, he's very timid. Perhaps Senior Disciple Sister could have another disciple teach him?"
Li Qingzhu looked at Li Qingmeng and said, "Alright. From now on, I will teach him."
Li Qingyou was taken aback and quickly replied, "Senior Disciple Sister, that's not what I meant. I..."
Before Li Qingyou could finish, Li Qingzhu waved her hand, "You have worked hard these past three months, Junior Disciple Brother Qingyou. I will personally guide him from now on. If there is still no progress, I fear even Master's intervention might be of little use. Therefore, let this be our Xuanyuan Sect's last chance for him."
After speaking, Li Qingzhu walked towards Li Qingmeng.
As if sensing Li Qingzhu's presence, Li Qingmeng's face showed a hint of excitement. He glanced at Li Qingzhu, then lowered his head. Standing still, holding the spiritual sword, he looked like a child awaiting reprimand from his parents.
Li Qingzhu smiled softly, "Junior Disciple Brother, I will teach you from now on. Alright?"