I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Chapter 580 Upper Realm

Zhong Liyu's mouth was slightly open, as if her brain was suddenly deprived of oxygen.

It's understandable that Li Ling wouldn't recognize it, but Bai Zhizhou and Long Aotian definitely would, since even they could recognize this quantum computer.

Seeing Jiang He's generous and open demeanor, Zhong Liyu's mind was filled with a flurry of images.

Some of them met Jiang He during military training and went hiking together.

He shamelessly fawned over Jiang He's team;

There were also those who cheered together when they won first place in the university competition...

Zhong Liyu remembers every single scene clearly.

Seeing that Zhong Liyu was staring intently at Jiang He's wrist with a direct look in his eyes, Li Ling sighed inwardly.

What? This guy only just realized it now? So slow.

Even the most oblivious members of the Weapon Sect noticed that Zhong Liyu was frequently distracted during the conversation. Jin Dazhu placed his hand on Zhong Liyu's forehead:

"You don't have a fever, Zhong Liyu, what's wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Zhong Liyu grieved alone for a while, and after a long time, he hesitated before looking at Jiang He. He suddenly moved closer.

Jiang He turned around; she knew roughly what Zhong Liyu wanted to say.

The two walked side by side toward a corner of the duty-free shop.

When Zhong Liyu saw Jiang He standing there, his brows furrowed even deeper, and a vague thought in his heart made him feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Zhong Liyu tore up the communication talisman:

"Jiang He, it's me, Zhong Liyu!"

Jiang He did not respond to Zhong Liyu, and after not hearing a corresponding answer, Zhong Liyu became even more certain of her thoughts:

“Hongmu, let me tell you, you are Jiang He, not Hongmu.”

Jiang He listened to Zhong Liyu's telepathic message.

It wasn't the right time for her to admit to using a pseudonym, so Jiang He didn't speak.

Zhong Liyu's next words made Jiang He's expression even more serious. How did things start to veer further and further off in a fantastical direction?

Zhong Liyu grabbed Jiang He's shoulders with both hands and suddenly shook her violently:

"Jiang He, you must have lost your memory. We won't abandon you! From now on, listen to me again: you are Jiang He! Not Hongmu!"

Amnesia...?

Jiang He was rocking back and forth, almost to the point of vomiting. She took a deep breath and then pressed down on Zhong Liyu's hand; if she shook her any further, she would really vomit.

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I am Hongmu."

Zhong Liyu tore up several communication talismans:

"No, no, no, you are Jiang He, you are Jiang He."

"I know that amnesia is unavoidable. Ruiyu hit so hard back then, she could have made him an idiot. Amnesia is perfectly normal!"

"Jiang He..."

……

Idiot... my leader...

Jiang He was speechless. She thought Zhong Liyu wanted to whisper something to her, which was why she specifically found a corner. It turned out she was too naive.

Zhong Liyu scratched his head and looked at Jiang He's back.

Isn't that right? That's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas.

Not recognizing them is the same as amnesia.

Zhong Liyu walked back, and Long Aotian, who had been watching the two of them for a long time, had a puzzled look on his upright face.

The Guangnao Duty-Free Shop is huge; you can't see it all in a short time.

Jiang He was walking out with cultivators from his own sect, the Weapon Sect, and the Blood Alliance when suddenly a figure crashed into him with such force that it almost sent him flying.

A pair of wet, blue eyes met Jiang He's pupils.

A boy with elven horns, covered in dirt, clutched Jiang He's robes tightly. His eyes held a wild glint, and his lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

help me!

While others might have to guess what the boy was lip-syncing to, Jiang He could tell with her own eyes that it was Chinese lip-syncing.

Bai Zhizhou frowned upon seeing this and reached out to pull the boy away.

Jiang He didn't blindly save people. She gently raised her eyes. She was in the Nascent Soul stage, and she was so strong. She was an elf, but not an elf. Elves lived in the Sutherland Empire. Their eyes were usually golden. Elves were powerful and mysterious and were skilled in magic.

Of the countless star systems in interstellar space, there are currently four empires that have established connections and mutually discovered each other:

The Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits, the Empire of Star Luo, the Empire of Floating Sky, and the Empire of Sutherland.

The spiritual energy of these four empires has recovered to varying degrees.

Among them, the Wanling Empire focuses on cultivation, while the Xingluo Empire and the Sutherland Empire focus on magic. Of course, these two empires also have systems such as word magic, superpowers, and totems.

The three empires checked and balanced each other in the interstellar space, none of them yielding to the others. The Star Luo Empire once wanted to invade the Wanling Empire, but failed to succeed due to the powerful Mahayana stage cultivators of the Wanling Empire.

Among the three empires, the elves of the Sutherland Empire have always abhorred trouble, and a fight between the Wanling Empire and the Xingluo Empire would easily involve the Sutherland Empire.

Furthermore, if either of these two empires were to become powerful and swallow the other up, the Elf race would inevitably be affected. Therefore, whenever the Star Luo Empire and the Myriad Spirits Empire were to fight, the Elf race would always come to stop them, and the past few thousand years have been relatively peaceful.

As for the floating empire, which was not mentioned among the four empires, it is very mysterious.

The Floating Empire was referred to as the Upper Realm by the Myriad Spirits Empire.

As the name suggests, it is a higher-dimensional existence. The races of the Floating Empire rarely contact the three empires, but the Floating Empire has always been a place that the powerful of the three empires flock to.

Only a minority of cultivators ascend to immortality in the Wanling Empire. According to many powerful figures who have visited the Floating Empire, the Floating Empire has a richer spiritual energy and is a natural fertile ground for cultivation.

Many powerful beings voluntarily enter the spacetime turbulence in order to find a passage to the floating empire. Once inside, the fate of those who enter the spacetime turbulence is death in 99% of cases.

More than two thousand years have passed since the last message from a powerful figure. If it weren't for historical records, the very existence of the Floating Empire would be in doubt.

The boy who fell at Jiang He's feet had blue eyes and elven horns, leading Jiang He to guess that he was most likely a hybrid of elf and demon genes.

The demon race of the Myriad Spirits Empire has difficulty controlling their beast-like characteristics before adulthood, so the person in front of them is likely a hybrid.

"Why are you running? Get over here! You're a slave, how dare you try to escape!"

Several monks dressed in religious robes rushed over, and one of them was about to lash the boy with a whip.

"Hey...hey, what are you doing!"

Zhong Liyu was directly affected and felt displeased. The Wanling Empire had long since abandoned slavery, so how could there still be slaves?

Such people are probably smuggled from Xingluo or the Sutherland Empire to Wanling. This is a gray industry, usually backed by powerful families. The interests involved are too great, so no sheriff will follow the rules and regulations to manage them, nor do they want to. When questioned, these smugglers will only say that they are not slaves. The most terrifying thing is that although they are said to be smuggled, the procedures are legal. Even if someone is willing to investigate out of passion, they will not find anything.

Jiang He didn't want to meddle, so she took a half step back.

The whip struck the boy hard, and he lowered his head, his eyes filled with forbearance.

"Fellow Daoists, please excuse me."

A cultist lifted the boy with one hand, his black robes slipping down his wrist.

A divine pattern is etched on his wrist, depicting a deity worshipped in the religion.

Jiang He glanced at the man's wrist out of the corner of her eye, noticing the pattern on it.

Her eyes darkened.

The Divine Cult cultivators dragged the boy away, and the cultivators from the Free and Unfettered Sect and the Weapon Sect also gradually drifted away from the Divine Cult members.

After turning a corner, Jiang He finished speaking with the others and left.

Zhong Liyu also left from another corner.