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Chapter 348 - 348 319 Amazing Discovery (Must See)_2

Chapter 348: Chapter 319 Amazing Discovery! (Must See!)_2 Chapter 348: Chapter 319 Amazing Discovery! (Must See!)_2 Continuing his walk, Chen Yuan arrived at the entrance of the Chen Family’s small courtyard, where a brand-new copper lock hung. Wang Ping took a key out of his bosom, unlocked it, and then pushed the door open to enter.

The courtyard was clean and tidy, as if Chen Yuan still lived there.

Chen Yuan’s gaze swept around, and a familiar feeling spontaneously arose. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt very special.

Watching Chen Yuan’s actions, Wang Ping stepped forward to open the door of the house, murmuring:

“I come to clean every few days. I knew you cared deeply about this family courtyard, Yuan, and never allowed strangers to come in…”

Before leaving, Chen Yuan had given the house key to Wang Ping so he could look after it. Although it was just a small courtyard, it held special meaning for him,

If it could be preserved, that would be for the best.

The house was very airy and just as spotlessly cleaned. Following Wang Ping’s steps inside, Chen Yuan saw the spirit tablets of his parents and uncle.

In front of them was a small copper basin containing some cleanly burned ashes.

That must have been left by Wang Ping last time.

Wang Ping and Chen Yuan each lit three sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner, bowing three times.

After inserting the incense, Wang Ping turned around and, scratching his head, chuckled:

“Yuan, I’ve noticed my memory getting worse lately. A few days ago, I met an acquaintance and I didn’t recognize him at first sight.”

“That’s just your perception being a bit skewed. Once you step into the world of Martial Arts, your memory should improve quite a lot. Maybe you recognized who that person was, but you just forgot his name for the moment.”

“Is that so?” Wang Ping stroked his chin, seemed somewhat skeptical, and turned back to glance inadvertently at the spirit tablets on the altar, saying figuratively:

“I suppose so. Now, I’m already starting to forget what Uncle Chen looked like, and it’s only been just over two years since he passed away.”

Chen Yuan smiled and didn’t want to dwell on this topic, thinking Wang Ping was overthinking things. But just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly froze, turning back to scrutinize the three rows of spirit tablets, his gaze now filled with doubt and a solemn expression…

It seemed… his memory of his uncle was growing fainter, as well. If Wang Ping hadn’t suddenly mentioned it, he wouldn’t have thought of it,

But why would that be?

A Reach Profound Martial Artist nearly had a photographic memory, rarely forgetting anything they’d seen in a short time, but now when he tried to recall…

The concept of his parents was growing vaguer, and even like Wang Ping, his recollection of what his uncle looked like was blurry.

The sharp Chen Yuan quickly sensed that something was amiss.

He remembered that, upon first arriving in this era, he retained all the memories of the original body, including an impression of his uncle, who had raised him and passed away not long ago.

Yet, in just this short span of half a year, his memory of his uncle’s face had already grown fuzzy!

If he were an ordinary person, this would be normal, but he was not an ordinary person. He now possessed the power to shatter mountains and cleave rivers, power nearly beyond ordinary means.

Chen Yuan stood motionless, trying hard to recall, but no matter what, the appearance of his uncle remained vague, as if he had died many years ago…

It wasn’t so much the case with his parents, who had died when he was young, but the blurriness of the recently deceased uncle made him realize that something was quite off.

He wasn’t a person to take things lightly; on the contrary, Chen Yuan was always full of doubts, always wary of others. Now, an offhand remark from Wang Ping had him feeling that something was not quite right.

“What’s wrong, Yuan?”

Seeing Chen Yuan suddenly freeze in place, Wang Ping asked with a hint of suspicion.

Coming to his senses, Chen Yuan looked deeply at the spirit tablets and said to Wang Ping unemotionally:

“How can you not remember clearly? I remember you’ve met my uncle many times.”

Touching his head subconsciously, Wang Ping’s eyes seemed to question, and after a while, he said with embarrassment:

“I really can’t quite remember Uncle Chen’s face. What a pity, we didn’t even keep a portrait of him.”

Chen Yuan’s eyes narrowed. In his memory, there had indeed been talk of having a portrait done of his uncle as a keepsake, but his uncle had refused, saying that the painters in town weren’t skilled enough to capture the essence.

With that money, it would be better to buy more medicinal herbs for his cultivation…

Ultimately, Chen Yuan didn’t insist, and now, his memory of his uncle was growing fainter… if one were to deduce from some cliché plot lines,

Perhaps there really was a problem.

However, he didn’t show his suspicions in front of Wang Ping, only saying:

“If you can’t remember, then don’t worry about it. The departed are gone; why dwell on it?”

Wang Ping looked at Chen Yuan with a kind of admiration and whispered, “You always see things clearly, Yuan.”

“Alright, I still have some matters to attend to. Go home for now. Tomorrow, come with me to the Sanhe Boxing Club and we’ll pay a visit to Elder Zhao.” Chen Yuan walked out of the room, calmly turning back to close the door.

“Okay.”

Wang Ping nodded, handed the courtyard keys back to Chen Yuan, and left.

Moments later, the courtyard was left with only Chen Yuan remaining. His gaze seemed to penetrate the closed room door, lingering on the spirit tablets inside. After a long silence, he transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

Whether there really was a problem within, all it would take was to dig open the graves of his parents to know. He recalled his uncle once telling him that his parents had died of illness when he was young.