Xuanxia

Chapter 1007 Two Lives
Zhao Yuan's time travel took place one night.

He got out of school that day, but his grandparents didn't come to pick him up. A classmate who was on good terms with him stayed with him for an hour, but was eventually picked up by his parents. Zhao Yuan's head teacher had no choice but to take him to the office.

But after a long time, the class teacher was still unable to contact his grandparents.

Zhao Yuan's family situation was very bad. His grandparents didn't even have a mobile phone. There was only one landline at home. His parents were working away from home. When they received a call, they could only ask the class teacher to send Zhao Yuan back home...

When the head teacher hung up the phone with difficulty, the shame and embarrassment on Zhao Yuan's face reached its peak.

Fu Qingzhou could actually understand his feelings.

Children are naturally sensitive, especially those like him who are born with poor health. They always live under the strange looks of others. No matter whether the other party's eyes are sympathetic, pity, or contempt and disgust, they will continue to prick his already meager self-esteem.

"Teacher..." Zhao Yuan whispered, "Or, I can go back by myself."

"How can this be possible? In your condition..."

The head teacher looked down at Zhao Yuan's legs and asked, "If something happens on the way, who will be responsible?"

Then, he picked up the phone and called his family, saying that he would not be going back for dinner. After speaking to other teachers in the office, he asked for Zhao Yuan's home address...

During this process, Zhao Yuan's head was buried deep in his chest.

He whispered an address, but the head teacher didn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

The head teacher asked as he was packing up his things: "Raise your head and speak clearly."

Zhao Yuan didn't want to look up.

He pursed his lips deeply, then closed them, and murmured, "I want to travel through time... I don't want to stay here anymore, I don't want to..."

"What?" The head teacher frowned: "What did you say?"

"I said!"

Zhao Yuan raised his head suddenly, tears welling up in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "I want to -"

His memory was instantly shrouded in fog.

Fu Qingzhou sighed.

It is meaningless to investigate who is right or wrong, or the cause and effect in this matter.

He didn't know what would happen in Zhao Yuan's original world after he traveled through time. He didn't know whether Zhao Yuan would die or become brain-dead and become a vegetable. He didn't know what would happen to his grandparents, parents, and what the class teacher would do.

Fu Qingzhou could only focus on the present moment that Zhao Yuan was experiencing.

The fog dissipated and a familiar voice came into his ears.

"Your Majesty, the prince is very ill. If he doesn't survive tonight, I'm afraid... we'll have to prepare for his death."

This... is Ning Baimei's voice, but he sounds a lot younger.

Yanguo, Imperial City, Eastern Palace.

On the wide bed, there was a young boy lying. He looked only five or six years old. His features had nothing to do with the Zhao Yuan before he traveled through time, but he already had the shadow of the Zhao Yuan that Fu Qingzhou knew.

He closed his eyes tightly, his face looked bitter, there was an abnormal flush on his face, he was obviously having a high fever, and he groaned in pain from time to time.

There were two people standing beside the bed.

One is Ning Baimei. He is much younger now, and his temperament is slightly different from the Ning Baimei that Fu Qingzhou has seen. He looks... more energetic and sharper.

Standing next to Ning Baimei was a younger man.

He looked almost like a replica of Zhao Yuan, except that his face was more resolute and his facial features were more distinct.

This is clearly the late emperor.

"how come……"

The late emperor sat down beside the bed, holding Zhao Yuan's hand tightly, his lips trembling, "The queen is gone, and now even our only son is going to leave? Am I destined to be so lonely in this life?"

Ning Baimei stood aside and sighed. "Baimei, tell me."

The late emperor turned his head and looked at Ning Baimei with deep determination: "You said, there must be a way to save him!"

"Your Majesty, it is indeed possible to save the prince."

Ning Baimei whispered, "But you also know that the prince's problem lies in his soul. As for his soul... even the True Immortal Palace and the Sword Master Academy don't have a particularly good way to deal with it. We can only gamble."

"Then bet!"

The late emperor stood up and said in a shocking voice: "I will save Yuan'er even if it costs me everything!"

"Okay." Ning Baimei said slowly: "In this case, maybe we can try the skills of the Styx Valley."

"Styx Valley?"

The late emperor was startled. “After you wiped out the Demon Cult, they offered it to you in order to protect themselves…”

"That's right." Ning Baimei nodded: "Give me some time, I will do my best."

The fog gathers again and memories begin to fade.

Fu Qingzhou frowned slightly.

The current Zhao Yuan must have traveled through time, otherwise there would not be such a scene in his memory. It’s just that when he just traveled through time, his original body was already seriously ill, and he could not wake up completely. He only heard some things in a daze.

The following memory scenes were intermittent.

Zhao Yuan was in a coma most of the time, only waking up occasionally a few times, and the few times he was half awake, the person beside his bed was Ning Baimei.

But what made Fu Qingzhou feel strange was that Ning Baimei didn't seem to be doing any spellcasting or healing, he just watched.

Slowly, Zhao Yuan stayed awake longer and longer, and his condition gradually improved. Thanks to the period of being bedridden, he had enough time to adapt to the time travel and his new identity.

The Zhao Yuan in this world was still very young, no more than five or six years old. He did not need to understand too many things, and did not have complicated interpersonal relationships. He acted the role very easily and did not arouse any suspicion.

As his condition improved, the late emperor was in a very good mood and always took his son to the imperial garden for walks and to bask in the sun. Zhao Yuan finally had a pair of healthy legs and a vibrant body in this world. He jumped and played happily, as if he had completely put behind his sickly and frail previous life.

until……

"how come?"

The emperor frowned and looked at Zhao Yuan: "You can't sense the spirit?"

"What is Lingxu, Father?"

Zhao Yuan looked at the late emperor cautiously.

There was a book next to him with the words "The True Secret of Controlling Dragons in Mountains and Rivers" written on it in large letters.

Fu Qingzhou folded his arms, leaned against the rockery, and watched from a distance.

He had never heard of the royal family having this technique... Judging from the name, it should be a very powerful technique.

On this day, the late emperor excitedly called Zhao Yuan and brought him to the imperial garden, saying that he wanted to teach him how to practice. Zhao Yuan was also very excited - but in the following hour, no matter how hard Zhao Yuan tried, he just couldn't get it!
He has tried both martial and spiritual acupoints, but none of them can be opened!

The late emperor frowned, reached out to pick up the secret book on the table, and opened the first page.

Fu Qingzhou's heart moved slightly, and with a flash of his body, he was already behind the late emperor, his eyes cast on the book.

He was stunned after just one look.

On the first page, there were two lines of large characters written clearly.

"This skill is only practiced by the descendants of the Zhao family. It is used to refine the country and bring the world under control. It does not seek to fight bravely or to fly into the sky or hide underground. It is only for controlling the destiny of the country and guarding the world."

"All the blood, spirit and soul of our Zhao family's descendants, regardless of their aptitude, whoever obtains the legitimate throne of the emperor or the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, can practice cultivation."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and cast his gaze at Zhao Yuan, who was sitting beside him with an innocent look.

The late emperor also looked at Zhao Yuan at the same time.

Only this time, there was not a trace of fatherly love in his eyes, but instead a deep suspicion!
(End of this chapter)