If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

"Qing Yuan." When Ji Mo was lost in thought, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

Qing Yuan's body became ethereal and disappeared in the room, leaving only a few words in Ji Mo's mind.

"Start a new life, boy!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and sunlight poured into the room. A girl in a long green dress walked into the room and bowed, "Young Master, you are awake."

Seeing Ji Mo awake, the girl was very happy. She put the clothes in her arms beside the bed and helped him change.

Fuzzy memories emerged from Ji Mo's mind and gradually became clear. Ji Mo asked doubtfully, "Lin Miaomiao?"

The girl replied in a clear voice, "Yes, Master. What's wrong?"

Ji Mo shook his head: "It's okay."

Lin Miaomiao's palms became more gentle. After changing Ji Mo's clothes, she said softly, "Madam Qingshui is coming to see you today. Do you want to meet her?"

"Second Aunt? What's she doing here?" Ji Mo rubbed his head in confusion and said casually, "Go get ready."

Lin Miaomiao bowed, left the room, and gently pulled the wooden door. Only Ji Mo was left sitting in the room. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his brain, as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain. Many fragments flooded into his mind, causing huge waves in the lake of his consciousness.

Ji Mo held his head in pain and spoke with difficulty: "What...what is this?"

Gradually, Ji Mo's expression became calm, the previous pain disappeared, and then a strange expression appeared.

"What is this? The memory of the previous life?"

Ji Mo seemed to realize something and kept calling out in the room: "Qing Yuan, Qing Yuan! What is that? Didn't the memories of my previous life burn to ashes and disappear long ago? Why can I still remember them! "

"Oh, don't make a fuss." In Ji Mo's sea of consciousness, Qing Yuan was walking by the lake with an oil-paper umbrella. The waves in the lake stirred up water droplets and scattered them onto the umbrella.

Ji Mo's consciousness quickly appeared near Qing Yuan, and he frowned, "What's going on?"

Qing Yuan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyebrows curved like a crescent moon. "That's right, the record did burn out, escorting your consciousness to the past. But don't I still have me? The record is not irrecoverable. I remember everything you don't remember. I can just write it down for you."

Ji Mo stared at Qing Yuan intently, his eyes filled with shock, and within that shock was a hint of suspicion. "So, you know everything about my past life?"

Qing Yuan nodded, "Of course."

"Then why don't you write all your memories of your past lives into the Book of Destiny? With the blessing of your past life memories, it would be much faster than if I explored it all over again and reached the ninth level."

Qing Yuan put her finger to her lips, as if thinking: "How clever! You're absolutely right. Now that you've said that, then..."

Qing Yuan had a conflicted expression, not knowing what to choose.

"That... definitely won't work."

The tangled expression disappeared, and a thick smile hung on the beautiful face, like a child who had successfully played a prank.

Qing Yuan folded up the oil-paper umbrella, tapped it on the ground a few times to knock off the water droplets, and said with a smile: "Ji Mo, don't I understand you yet? Do you believe me? Do you believe the experiences I have recorded for you?"

There was silence at the end of the season, as if his heart had been seen through long ago.

Qing Yuan immediately spoke up: "You are just deceiving me. You don't even believe that rebirth is really possible."

Qing Yuan walked up to Ji Mo, raised her hand, and stroked Ji Mo's cheek: "You would rather believe that I am a phantom than a weapon spirit, don't you?"

"To you, becoming an immortal through the Nine Transformations, weapon spirits, these are all illusory and fleeting things. They exist only in legends, and whether they are true or false is still unknown. Moreover, if I were a weapon spirit, why would I put the Book of Destiny on you? You are only at the intermediate level of the First Transformation, so how could you possibly use the Book of Destiny? Moreover, it is just an empty shell. Even if it is true, how could pie in the sky fall for no reason, and how could it possibly fall on such an unfortunate person as you? You are more afraid of me. In your speculation, I should be dead, and my residual soul should have escaped into your body using the secret technique, ready to take over your body and be reborn, isn't it?"

Ji Mo's face turned pale. All the guesses in his heart were spoken out by Qing Yuan. He felt like a naked person, being seen through clearly.

"How...how do you know?"

Qing Yuan leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "Ji Mo, I know you too well. I've seen your suspicion and paranoia countless times. You were even worse later on, so how could I not understand your current thoughts?"

She patted Ji Mo's shoulder, transformed into light, and dissipated between heaven and earth. "You can believe those memories or not. You can verify them. Of course, I will do something about it. The unknown brings fear, and fear is what keeps you from being complacent and urges you to keep moving forward. We are all on the same path to becoming immortal. The memories of my past life are not given to you for free. If you want to know them again in the future, you will have to pay a price. This time, just treat them as a gift."

Only Ji Mo was left in a daze in his sea of consciousness. "Perhaps, what she said is true. Perhaps, the Nine Transformations to Immortality can really be resurrected. Now Qing Yuan is hiding in my body, and I can't drive her away. I might as well use her. What's more, she knows me so well. I can trick her in the future and test her. Only when my realm is improved and my abilities become stronger can I know whether what Qing Yuan said is true or not, and then I can stop her in the future. And now, it's time to deal with Second Aunt and the others."

Ji Mo's eyes became cold. The memory just now told him that his parents' death seemed not that simple.

Of course, he didn't completely believe that memory. With Qing Yuan's ability, tampering with memories seemed to be a very simple matter. In this case, he would have to start an investigation to find out the real cause of his parents' death. If they were really murdered, then, hehe...

"Boom!" Thunder rumbled, and the originally clear sky was covered by dark clouds. It began to rain heavily, and water droplets fell from the sky, hitting the ground, making a crisp sound.

Not far from Ji Mo's house, Ji Qingshui was impatient and urged her husband, "Hurry up, hurry up, this is my new skirt, what should I do if it gets stained by water droplets!"

Beside Ji Qingshui, a thin man with prominent cheekbones said, "This is the Ji Mansion, how can it be fast?"

Hearing the man's words, Ji Qingshui became even more irritated, "Oh, it's all your fault. Why did you come to find Ji Mo, this jinx?"

After hearing this, the man sneered and said, "This wasn't your idea. After your brother and sister-in-law die, all the family property they leave behind will go to Ji Mo. How can we take over the family property if we don't adopt him?"

Ji Qingshui quickly raised his finger and said "Shh", "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, I am doing this for our child. Besides, if the old man had not been partial to me and left all the family property to Ji Qingning, how could we have fallen into such a state.