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Chapter 157 Memory
The merchant fell silent, a silence that was deafening.

Jinlong moved his lips, then moved his lips again.

The rumble of a train could be heard beneath my feet, lasting for about three minutes before fading into the distance.

Cheng Mai scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jinlong avoided eye contact and remained silent.

After a moment's thought, Shang Xingjian replied, "Times are changing, and society is progressing."

Very good, that's a very good reason!
The tunnel was opened ten years ago. Finding the developer is easy, but finding the people who opened the mountain back then is not so easy.

Cheng Mai leaned against a stone pillar by the railway, looking at the pebbles in front of him. "A dignified god, isn't he supposed to know everything under heaven?"

As the train passed by, Shang Xingjian said, "I knew it. How come he's been stuck in this shallow shoal for so many years?"

It turns out that their consciousness had been taken away by someone.

Cheng Mai looked at Shang Xingjian, "So Sanze is Yunting Divine Lord? And the son of the Golden Dragon, he's quite the actor."

"They are destined to be together. Yun Ting controls clouds and rain, and has a connection with the dragon and monster race. I am just helping them achieve this."

Cheng Mai was too lazy to look down on him. "So what do we do now? Why don't you calculate where his consciousness has been taken?"

Shang Xingjian's fingertips twitched, but he finally let go. "Let Shen Luo investigate. I'm a big boss..."

"You can't be so blind, can you?" Cheng Mai looked him up and down. "Shang Xingjian, fighting against fate always comes at a price, and you're already paying it, aren't you?"

"This isn't a price to pay; it's just that as a big boss, I can't do everything myself," Shang Xingjian smiled.

Cheng Mai scoffed and turned to leave, saying, "Besides fishing, you haven't done anything else."

“That’s the most important thing,” Shang Xingjian emphasized. “But you’ve reminded me that since Yunting’s spiritual sense can’t be recovered for the time being, let’s go fishing first.”

Cheng Mai, who was walking ahead, stopped and turned around with a look of disbelief. "I said you..."

"Things will work themselves out in the end. Even if the sky falls, I'll still be there for you. And if all else fails, they'll be there to hold things together."

Cheng Mai watched Shang Xingjian leave, muttered a few words to himself, and followed after him, "What exactly is in those memories that you care so much about?"

“It involves my feelings.”

Cheng Mai: "..." It was still another day of endurance training.

“Otherwise, I really don’t understand why some people who are attracted to me are so indifferent. What do you think?” Shang Xingjian suddenly turned around and said these words in her ear. “Do you think there’s something else in those memories, like, feelings of affection?”

Cheng Mai gave Shang Xingjian a chilling look. "So?"

"If there really were feelings involved, does that mean that the God of Jupiter wasn't entirely without feelings for me back then, and that the time I descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation also had something to do with it...?"

"Talking so much, aren't you going fishing?"

"Fishing, fishing." Shang Xingjian walked a few steps quickly in a good mood, and even hummed a few lines of a song.

Cheng Mai took a deep breath and finally followed.

On the way, Shen Luo was instructed to investigate the people who built the railway back then to see if anyone had taken anything with them. This matter needed to be handled as soon as possible.

Shen Luo rambled on for a while until no one came, and Cheng Mai decisively hung up the phone.

Cheng Mai followed him, saw Shang Xingjian fishing with old equipment, and sat down directly next to him, "Shang Xingjian..."

"Don't ask, don't say," Shang Xingjian said quietly, and continued fishing.

Cheng Mai stopped asking questions and changed the subject, saying, "The new barrier is progressing steadily and should achieve the results you want in no time."

"These people may not be reliable in other aspects, but they are quite reliable when it comes to handling these matters. I have nothing to worry about." It was clear that Shang Xingjian was satisfied with the current progress, but few people knew what he was really thinking.

Shang Xingjian was fishing intently, while Cheng Mai rested his chin on his hand, staring at the calm water. This place didn't look like it had any fish at all.

"Actually, you can find the fish, right, Shang Xingjian? With your abilities, you can find even a drop of water in the ocean. It's just a fish, can't you really find it?"

"You're overthinking it. That fish has been sealed by you, so it's really hard for me to find it."

Cheng Mai: "..."

"Anyway, I have no memory of it, so who knows if some people are trying to scam me."

Cheng Mai didn't quite believe the truth in the words of the merchant Jian.

Shang Xingjian smiled and continued fishing leisurely.

Cheng Mai turned around and saw that Shang Xingjian had released the small wooden house again. She was bored sitting there, so she got up and went to the wooden house.

The things inside the cabin hadn't changed at all; they were exactly the same as when she first saw it. Cheng Mai walked around inside a few times, feeling a sense of familiarity, but without any memory of it.

However, it is ironic that two deities once lived in such a place for a year.

Since it was Shang Xingjian's tribulation of love, why would she conceal her identity and descend to the mortal realm to go through this tribulation with him?

Moreover, why would Shang Xingjian, a celestial being born naturally from the void realm, experience a love tribulation?
Or is it the ruthless tribulation of killing one's wife to prove one's path?
Cheng Mai stood by the window, watching Shang Xingjian fishing outside. He had too many secrets, but the biggest one had already been exposed.

He was like a secret base with no secrets.

There are many secrets in every petri dish, but he doesn't talk about them, doesn't mention them, and doesn't allow anyone to ask.

It's like a lone figure walking alone through the eternal darkness, and there is only one of them.

He carried the light of life, searching for a place where it could be ignited.

Once he finds this place, he will set himself on fire to plant all the seeds, and then disappear into the world.

He must have been gone for a very, very long time.

"Shang Xingjian, isn't this table too old?" Cheng Mai suddenly called out.

"Made of Phoebe zhennan wood."

Cheng Mai: "...This table looks quite nice; it must be worth a lot of money."

The force with which his subordinates slammed their fists on the table lessened considerably.

Cheng Mai continued looking at the other furniture in the room, "This chair..."

"Made from dead wood at the entrance."

Cheng Mai immediately withdrew his hand.

"Look at your capitalist face, you just dump people because they're worthless."

"You should save your abilities. You're trying to catch fish but you don't forget to keep an eye on me," Cheng Mai said disdainfully.

"Then you're worrying unnecessarily. I don't need to monitor your little reactions." Shang Xingjian replied with pleasure, as if he already knew everything about her every move.

Cheng Mai walked to the bedside, where a bell hung, its sound crisp when the wind blew.

Cheng Mai raised her hand and stroked the bell. Still, she had no memory that gave her any further understanding of the room. What exactly was in that memory that she had completely sealed away?
"Cheng Mai, do you really want the Shangshanghangjian to find that part of your memory?" Cheng Mai asked himself in a low voice.

But is she willing to accept not being able to regain that memory?
She had told Shen Luo that she liked Shang Xingjian, but that liking seemed to be one-sided, just lip service. She couldn't find a deeper feeling, a feeling of liking from the depths of her heart.

That feeling, which she herself had sealed away.