"Cough cough cough..."

Wei Yuan, who had just been marveling at the light fragrance of tea, almost choked on the next sip.

He coughed violently, trying not to lose his composure in front of the white-haired woman. After catching his breath, he smiled bitterly and said, "Long time no see? Are you talking about the Wohu lineage?"

"Are you familiar with the previous Wohu?" The woman shook her head, her eyes calm like the night sky, showing no ripples. She looked at Wei Yuan and said, "I'm talking about you."

"Me?"

Wei Yuan was taken aback, and his first thought was whether the other person had met him in a past life without his knowledge. He hesitated, his face showing doubt. The white-haired woman smiled and added, "Of course, it's not you in this life. I have been trapped in Qingqiu for a thousand years and have never been able to leave, let alone meet you in the vast sea of ​​people. What I saw was your previous life."

Seeing that the other person's words were becoming more and more exaggerated, Wei Yuan regained his composure and said, "Are you saying... a past life?"

"But as far as I know, even cultivators do not have the concept of reincarnation. The underworld is just a fantasy, and the living Buddha of Zen must immediately enter the fetus's spiritual platform after the previous generation's passing to barely continue the lineage. Even so, it requires a lifetime of cultivation as a price."

"The concept of reincarnation is indeed a fantasy."

The woman naturally nodded and said, "Of course."

"But the world is vast, and there are always various possibilities. The reincarnation of true spirits is also the same. Although this is almost impossible, it is not impossible. It's just that the process is difficult, like finding a needle in the ocean. Even if a true spirit is reborn, the vast majority have no connection with their previous lives."

"A flower tree blooms every year, and the flowers of this tree cannot be considered the same as last year's. The same goes for the reincarnation of true spirits. But there are still a very small number of differences."

Wei Yuan frowned and asked, "Are you saying that I am that difference?"

Half-jokingly, he said, "Was I a hero recorded in history in my past life?"

The white-haired woman shook her head with a sly smile. "No, not a hero at all. If we really have to talk about it, you should have been my slave. But because of certain things, my husband released you from the contract and you became a member of the tribe. Of course, as far as I know, you have always been ordinary, without any innate supernatural abilities. And at that time, there was no concept of cultivation."

Wei Yuan listened in a daze, finding the white-haired woman's words too serious, making him somewhat skeptical. But he still shook his head slowly and said, "I don't believe in the concept of past lives."

"Besides, even if it does exist, the me in my past life is different from the me now."

The white-haired woman said, "That's how you see it. At least your true spirit has not changed."

"In the eyes of long-lived creatures, each reincarnation of a mortal is a rare miracle, and the only price is the loss of memories. Wei Yuan, in your eyes, if a person loses their past memories, are they no longer the same person?"

"Or when an old person gets sick and becomes like a child, not remembering the past, their loved ones will think that they are no longer the same person. Isn't that the case?"

Wei Yuan had no words to respond.

The woman smiled and put down the tea, saying, "By the way, I remember Jue said that you now have a museum in a city. I have something here that you might be interested in."

She refilled Wei Yuan's tea and asked him to wait here while she stood up and walked slowly to the inner room. Wei Yuan looked at the tea leaves swirling in his cup, his brows furrowing.

He had come into contact with cultivation, killed demons, and exterminated evil spirits from across the ocean. But suddenly, in the legendary Qingqiu country, someone told him that they had seen his past life, which made him feel indescribable emotions.

Lost in thought, he held the tea and pondered for an unknown amount of time.

The white-haired woman walked out slowly and pointed to the cup in his hand, laughing, "The tea has gone cold, it doesn't taste good anymore."

She carefully placed a box in front of Wei Yuan and gestured for him to open it. Wei Yuan put down the tea cup and opened the box. Inside was a simple pottery, without vibrant colors or excessive decorations, but the curves were perfect and gentle, and the patterns on it were delicately formed as if by nature.

The pottery exuded an ancient aura, as if it had been buried in the earth for a long time.

The patterns combined to form an abstract Nine-tailed Fox.

Even Wei Yuan, who didn't have much knowledge of history, could tell at a glance that it was ancient and precious. It was definitely a national treasure. He carefully put down the pottery and gently touched the rough yet soft curves with his fingers, asking, "Senior, what is this..."

The woman said softly, "You made this."

She lightly pressed her palm on the top of the pottery.

"This was your proudest work, chosen as an item for my husband to use."

"You were proud of it for a long time, even got drunk because of it."

"I know you don't believe in the concept of past lives, but all things are connected. This pottery once contained your hard work and was taken care of by you. It unintentionally absorbed some of your soul and thoughts while you were walking day and night. It is also waiting for you. This... is its story with you."

The white-haired woman smiled and said a sentence, then flicked the pottery lightly with her finger.

The sound was not crisp, but deep.

As it entered Wei Yuan's ears, his consciousness became somewhat hazy.

His vision became blurred, and everything magnified, with spots of light appearing one after another.

Wei Yuan's hand loosened, and the ancient pottery fell.

................

The sound of the pottery was piercing.The soft curves, perfect arcs, and every pattern on it seemed to have formed naturally.

The precious pottery fell to the ground and shattered into many pieces, shocking Wei Yuan. He regained his senses and saw himself sitting by a river, on a stone, with a clear and distant sky above, lush vegetation, and a thunderous sound in his ears.

Wei Yuan lowered his head and stared at the broken pottery, feeling somewhat confused, as if he had forgotten something.

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What was he doing here?

Where is this place?

I seem to be a potter? No, not quite...

Who am I?

A familiar voice called out in the distance, pulling him out of his drowsy confusion. He blinked his eyes, the grass by the river swayed in the wind and fell down again. He turned his head and saw a strong and powerful young man running towards him.

He had a healthy physique, sun-darkened skin, and hair as messy as seaweed.

A wolf-tooth pendant hung around his neck, and a stone weapon was on his back.

The young man ran over, slowed down his pace, and saw the broken pottery on the ground. He sighed with some regret, lowered his head to pick it up, then shook his head. He reached out and patted Wei Yuan's shoulder, who was still in a daze, and comforted him, "Ah, it's okay to fail once. You will succeed eventually."

"Come, I need your help with something."

As if breaking through a thin film, the young potter snapped back to reality.

He blinked his eyes, pushing the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, like a flying iron bird, to the back of his mind. He realized that he had been daydreaming for too long and wondered what he was thinking about. He clapped the dry clay off his hands, stood up, wearing clothes made of animal skins, with stones as decorations on his wrists. He looked up at the sky and stretched lazily.

He was a craftsman of the tribe, although he was a prisoner of war, his pottery skills saved him from abuse.

His name came from a certain wish.

A hope that water could gather in a deep pit and stop flowing.

His name was... Wei Yuan.

The young man with the weapon hurriedly pulled him along, grinning and saying, "That guy named Yu is going to marry the witch tomorrow. You're still here thinking about your pottery. Hurry up and come help, hehe. When he came to propose, you were the most ruthless, hitting him with pottery pretending to be stones. Today, you have to put in more effort."

PS: Second update today... 2,500 words, a bit less~

I forgot to mention the reward for the warrior Xingtian in the previous chapter. I'll make up for it~