Chapter Fifty-Nine: Return to Whiteline Town

Two days later, Liu Kuang awakened.

As Liu Pan had anticipated, Liu Kuang had broken through to the Martial Servant realm and awakened his spiritual power.

Due to the aftermath of the Exploding Essence Pill, Liu Kuang’s body was extremely weak, barely able to move. He leaned against a tree, cared for by Liu Pan for two days before regaining some energy—enough to stand and walk with difficulty.

Liu Kuang’s swift recovery surprised Liu Pan a little. He had expected Liu Kuang to be bedridden for at least ten days or half a month, yet here he was, already able to get up.

Upon reflection, Liu Pan understood. This was likely because breaking through to a higher realm had improved Liu Kuang’s self-healing abilities. Moreover, Liu Kuang had previously taken Liu Pan’s pills at the Baiyang Sect, so it was not unusual for his body to recover faster.

Still, although Liu Kuang could walk, his body was so frail that he was weaker than an ordinary person. He was in no condition to travel and could only rest in the forest.

At night, Liu Pan flipped a wild rabbit over the fire and chatted idly with Liu Kuang.

Having decided to let things take their natural course, Liu Pan no longer worried about keeping a distance from Liu Kuang. As for whether his words or actions might affect Liu Kuang, Liu Pan was unconcerned.

After all, everyone’s future ought to be held in their own hands.

For an author of online fiction, the protagonist inevitably carries some of the author's temperament.

When describing Liu Kuang, Liu Pan poured in all of himself. To put it simply, he created another version of himself.

He did not write another self because he felt "invincible," but because his private feelings lay buried in this story.

To trust Liu Kuang was, in essence, to trust himself. This was Liu Pan’s view, so he did not bother worrying about whether his words or actions would influence Liu Kuang.

If, because of his influence, Liu Kuang failed to become the Mad God, then so be it—such was fate.

Or perhaps, Liu Pan thought, if Liu Kuang failed to claim the title of Mad God because of him, he, the author, would take up that mantle himself.

As for whether he could ultimately succeed, Liu Pan was not overly concerned. Regardless, he would strive toward that goal.

“Where do you plan to go once you’re recovered?” Liu Pan asked casually, turning the rabbit meat over the fire.

Though they had escaped Baiyang Sect and were safe for the moment, Liu Pan knew this was merely the beginning; their flight would likely continue, just as he had written in his novel.

Liu Kuang did not answer immediately. After a moment of silence, he replied, “Where are you going?”

“Me?” Liu Pan pondered, then said, “I want to investigate my origins.”

“You’re going back to White Forest Town?” Liu Kuang was taken aback, then frowned. “It might be dangerous to return now.”

“I know, but I have to go back,” Liu Pan replied, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

Liu Pan was well aware of the dangers Liu Kuang mentioned. With his current cultivation and awakened spiritual power, the Liu family in White Forest Town posed no threat; what he needed to worry about were the people from Baiyang Sect.

Liu Kuang had exposed the “spirit weapon” inside Baiyang Sect. Because of this, everything about Liu Kuang would likely be unearthed by the sect, and the Liu clan in White Forest Town—such a prominent target—would surely not escape investigation.

Yet, despite knowing the risks, Liu Pan felt compelled to return. He needed to uncover the truth behind the anomalies in his body.

Ever since transmigrating into this body, Liu Pan had noticed many strange issues. Aside from powerful spiritual force, there was the Extreme Cold Constitution, fully open meridians, and the peculiar birth date—how could these be explained?

In the original owner’s memories, none of these existed. So why did they appear after Liu Pan’s soul took over?

For a time, Liu Pan suspected the memories of his predecessor had been tampered with, but upon further thought, he found it unlikely. Who would bother with such a trivial act? Moreover, in his novel, the original owner was accidentally killed by Liu Kuang due to the second elder, and nothing special happened afterward. If memories had truly been altered, there must have been some hidden plot, and thus some unusual event—but there was none.

Comparing the “ordinary” events in the book to the “extraordinary” matters now, Liu Pan felt deeply conflicted. All these contradictions had gradually surfaced since his transmigration.

In other words, these conflicts might be linked to his transmigration, so how could Liu Pan not care about the mysteries in his body?

Now, the Liu clan in White Forest Town had likely been “taken over” by Baiyang Sect, yet Liu Pan was determined to return. If Baiyang Sect resorted to extreme measures for the spirit weapon, he might lose the only clue to his origins.

“I’ll go back to White Forest Town as well,” Liu Kuang said after some thought, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light as he spoke.

Liu Pan smiled at this answer, not stopping him. For Liu Kuang, returning to the Liu clan likely meant only one thing: avenging his parents.

At heart, Liu Kuang had always intended to return. Now that he had entered the Martial Servant realm and awakened spiritual power, with the Wild Desolation Blade in hand, he feared no one in the Liu clan.

Now, after the Baiyang Sect incident, the sect had likely taken over the Liu clan. If they used extreme measures, Liu Kuang might never get his chance for vengeance.

He had endured three years in the clan, living wildly for three more, all for this purpose—to avenge his parents. This might be his only opportunity; how could he resign himself to doing nothing?

Moreover, with Liu Pan, the “all-knowing” companion, returning as well, it was undoubtedly the best choice to go together.

Reflecting on their escape from Baiyang Sect, although Yan had intervened at the critical moment, based on Yan’s analysis, Liu Kuang realized that if only Liu Pan had reached Sky’s Edge Peak, there was a high chance Liu Pan would have remained safe.

After all, Yang Jiangshui cared about the “spirit weapon.” If it was just Liu Pan, Yang Jiangshui would not have been so concerned, nor would he have rushed to Sky’s Edge Peak so swiftly.

Indeed, had Liu Kuang not produced the Wild Desolation Blade, things would not have unfolded as they did.

At this thought, Liu Kuang grew curious. After hesitating a moment, he asked Liu Pan, “By the way, when you fought Elder Li earlier, if I hadn’t brought out the Wild Desolation Blade, how would you have handled it?”