Mythical Cultivation

Wu Ming was secretly surprised. He really couldn't imagine that such a serious injury could be recovered to this extent in just two days.

What shocked him was that this astonishing recovery speed was definitely not achievable by ordinary means. It seemed that those who had saved him earlier were no ordinary people. How could someone with such miraculous medical skills be just an ordinary person?

Just as Wu Ming's thoughts were in a mess, he suddenly heard a clear and pleasant cry: "Wake up, Aqi is awake!"

Then, a little girl in a pink dress appeared in his sight, her face full of surprise. Before Wu Ming could react, the little girl ran out the door like a cheerful bird, shouting non-stop.

Wu Ming propped himself up, leaned against the headboard, and began to survey the room. The furnishings were minimalist: a wooden table, a few similarly constructed stools, and a comfortable bed. A wooden bookshelf, neatly arranged with books, sat against one wall; to the other, a simple wardrobe. While the room's layout appeared simple, the materials used were exceptional, clearly indicating that this owner came from a more ordinary background.

Not long after, the door was gently pushed open and several figures walked in one after another.

Walking in front was the lively and cute little girl who had just shouted that she wanted to go out. She was jumping and leading the way.

The person who walked into the room right after him was the graceful woman who appeared that night—the third lady as everyone called her.

Behind the third young lady, there followed an old man and a young man. The old man looked vigorous and sage-like, while the young man was dignified and handsome.

When their eyes fell on Wu Ming who was sitting beside the bed, everyone's face revealed an expression of joy that was hard to conceal.

Especially the young man at the end of the team, he could not suppress the urge to rush forward immediately, but when he caught a glimpse of the old man and the third young lady standing in front of him, he did not dare to act rashly. He had to forcibly retract his steps forward and suppress the uncontrollable eagerness in his heart.

At this time, the old man was the first to speak and broke the silence: "Wu Qi, you finally woke up! How do you feel now?"

After saying this, his piercing eyes fixed on Wu Ming, who had already sat up, full of inquiry. Meanwhile, the others also turned their gazes towards Wu Ming, waiting with bated breath for his response.

However, Wu Ming was now deeply troubled, for he had only just now learned that the original owner of this body was named Wu Qi. The problem was that the original owner had died long before Wu Ming's possession, leaving no relevant memories in his body.

As a result, Wu Ming had no idea who these unfamiliar faces were, or what their connections were to their original owners. After much deliberation, Wu Ming finally decided to feign amnesia and muddle through.

So, while he was secretly thinking about how to deal with the situation in his mind, he pretended to be confused and looked at the people in front of him.

"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Wu Ming asked with a frown and a look of suspicion on his face.

His eyes darted back and forth among the group of strangers in front of him, trying to find a trace of familiarity in their faces or expressions, but in the end he found nothing.

When the old man heard Wu Ming's question, he showed surprise on his face. He quickly took a few steps forward, pointed at the woman in front and the young man behind her, and asked anxiously:

"...This is the Third Miss! Don't you remember her? And this person is your good friend. Don't you remember anything about them?"

When Wu Ming heard this, he laughed in his heart, but on the surface he still pretended to be in pain and confused.

He raised his hand and gently patted his head, muttering to himself: "You are... Ouch, my head hurts so much, I really can't remember anything." As he spoke, he looked at the people in front of him with a confused look on his face.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly came up to Wu Ming, stretched out his hands and carefully checked his physical condition.

After a thorough investigation, the old man found nothing unusual and began to wonder: "With Wu Qi's usual cleverness, he wouldn't have played dumb in such a matter." But looking at him now, he certainly didn't seem to be lying. It seemed unlikely he'd be able to extract any useful information from him.

Helplessly, the old man turned to the woman standing beside him and said, "Miss Third, in my opinion, Wu Qi may have suffered a brain injury and lost his memory. In that case, let's not force him anymore and wait for the doctor to come and diagnose him."

"Oh!" The third young lady sighed heavily and said with a worried look on her face, "I was hoping to get news about the enemy from him, but what should I do now?" She frowned, her heart full of regret and helplessness.

You know, Wu Qi was the only survivor among the palace guards who had some knowledge of the enemy. So when she found out there was still a survivor, the Third Miss was overjoyed, thinking that she could learn more about the enemy through him so that she could better deal with the crisis that might come next.

However, the reality is so cruel. Who would have thought that Wu Qi would lose his memory, which made all hopes vanish in an instant.

But the Third Miss was kind-hearted and understood the greater good. She quickly calmed herself down, turned to look at Mr. Huang standing beside her, and said solemnly:

"Although Wu Qi has lost his memory now, he ultimately suffered this great disaster for our Bai family. It is neither moral nor rational to treat him unfairly.

"Mr. Huang, please call a skilled doctor later and do your best to cure his amnesia. Also, withdraw one hundred taels of silver from the accounting office and give it to Wu Qi as compensation for his injury."

"Don't worry, Miss Third, I have taken note of everything." Old Huang nodded quickly and said that he would handle the matter properly.

At this time, the Third Young Lady walked over to the bedside, looked at the bewildered Wu Ming, and softly comforted him, "Wu Qi, just focus on recovering from your injuries. Don't worry about anything else. During this time, you should rest and recuperate, and strive to recover as soon as possible. I have some matters to attend to here, so I will leave first. For all other matters, Mr. Huang will take care of them for you."