Dan Emperor’s Memory

"Who am I? I am Long Chen."

"Am I the peerless Pill Emperor who looks down upon the world and scorns the nine heavens—Long Chen? Or am I the good-for-nothing coward whom everyone bullies and who cannot Cultivate—Long Chen?"

His mind was in chaos, and at the same time, his entire body was in excruciating pain. Long Chen couldn't help but stop the chaotic thoughts in his mind and let out a pained groan.

"Chen'er, you finally woke up? That's wonderful, Mother was worried to death. You were fine, why did you have to duel with them?"

A warm, gentle voice rang out by Long Chen's ear, full of joy and relief, though by the end, the voice carried a hint of choked sobs.

Long Chen slowly opened his eyes; everything around him was blurry. When the image gradually became clear, a woman's face appeared before him.

The woman looked to be in her thirties and was very beautiful, but at the corners of her eyes, there were several deep crow's feet that did not match her age.

At this moment, the woman was looking at Long Chen with tear-filled eyes, which were brimming with maternal love and doting, making Long Chen feel a warmth in his heart.

"Child, you really scared your mother to death." After the woman finished speaking, her eyes became even redder, and tears fell in streams.

"Mother?"

Long Chen looked at this face that was both familiar and somewhat strange, and called out this word with some confusion, his face carrying a trace of astonishment.

"Child, don't scare Mother. Do you not even recognize your own mother anymore?" A look of panic immediately appeared on the woman's face.

At this moment, an old man appeared beside the woman. He looked at Long Chen and said, "Madam Long, Young Master Long Chen's back of his head suffered a heavy blow, and his mind may need time to recover. Please don't be too anxious. We just gave the young master medicine, and its effects haven't fully taken hold yet; it is better to let the young master rest a while longer."

Madam Long looked at Long Chen with great worry, nodded reluctantly, and left the room with the old man, feeling somewhat unwilling to leave.

Long Chen heard the old man from a distance, whispering to the woman, "Madam Long, this time Young Master Long managed to save his life; it is already a great stroke of luck. One must not force things."

Madam Long said with a trembling voice, "Does the Apothecary mean that my son, he…"

The old man, known as the Apothecary, sighed and said, "The Young Master's back of his head suffered a violent concussion. To tell the truth, it is already a great stroke of luck that he could wake up. However, the aftereffects are still very serious; even if he has amnesia, it is within reason…"

By the time he said this, the two had already walked further away, and Long Chen could no longer hear them clearly, only the faint sounds of Madam Long sobbing.

Long Chen looked at the ceiling above, feeling the excruciating pain all over his body, especially in the back of his head, which was throbbing with waves of pain.

"What exactly is going on? I am Long Chen, and Madam Long is my own mother. How could I have developed feelings of estrangement towards her?

And where did all these chaotic memories come from? I seem to be an incredibly awesome big shot, so why am I also an incredibly miserable good-for-nothing?

The Pill Emperor Long Chen? The good-for-nothing Long Chen? Which one is the real me? Is it the Pill Emperor who achieved Rebirth through Possession, or did the good-for-nothing fuse with the Pill Emperor's Soul?"

In Long Chen's mind, endless question marks rolled back and forth. Forget it, no matter what, I am Long Chen. Whether a good-for-nothing or a Pill Emperor, the most important thing is that I am still alive now.

Since the two memories have undergone Fusion and become inseparable, why should I dwell on this idiotic question? What I need to do now is to let myself recover as quickly as possible.

He felt his body; there were multiple fractures all over, three broken ribs, and one arm broken in two places. Especially at the back of his head, a large part of the skull had collapsed. What a ruthless method.

"Eh, although I have no way to perform Qi Gathering, my Divine Soul power seems to be very strong. It can actually sense the range within ten zhang around my body."

Long Chen couldn't help but feel a little surprised and happy. According to his chaotic memories, he knew that Divine Soul power was extremely precious, especially for an alchemist, for whom it was most important.

I've earned it, I've earned it. Whether it's the Pill Emperor's Rebirth or the Fusion with the Pill Emperor's memories, for me, it is a huge profit.

The former is Rebirth through Possession, living an extra life, while for the latter, it means possessing the Soul of a peerless expert. How awesome is that?

However, when he carefully examined his body, Long Chen's expression changed:

"My Spiritual Root was sucked away, and my chest is also missing a piece of Spiritual Bone; it must have been dug out. There is a hole in my heart? Who on earth is so ruthless? My Spiritual Root, Spiritual Bone, and Spiritual Blood have all been taken away. No wonder I cannot Cultivate?" Long Chen was extremely angry in his heart.

His Soul power was now very strong, and he could already perform internal visualization, instantly discovering the mystery of why he had become a good-for-nothing.

The Spiritual Root is a mass of root Qi located within the Dantian; it is the root of Cultivation. Without a Spiritual Root, one cannot sense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi at all, let alone absorb it to Cultivate.

Spiritual Blood is a trace of Innate blood that a person carries when born. Basically, everyone has it, but most people who Cultivate just don't know about it.

The Spiritual Bone is located on a person's chest, where there is a slight protrusion. Normal people do not have a Spiritual Bone, and even among those who Cultivate, it is one in ten thousand; it is a sign of a top-tier Genius.

And the place where Long Chen's Spiritual Bone should be on his chest was clearly missing a piece; that was clearly the mark of it being dug out by someone.

Long Chen's expression was extremely ugly. If he hadn't undergone the Fusion of memories, he wouldn't have known that his body had been tampered with.

Logically speaking, although these three things are precious, once they leave a person's body, they are useless. If they wanted to harm him, why go to such great lengths? Such a method simply made him wish he were dead.

However, anger is anger, but now that these three things are gone, anger has no meaning.

"It's best not to let me know who did this."

Long Chen couldn't help but grit his teeth. It was truly too sinister. He possessed a Spiritual Bone; even if he thought with his butt, he would know he was an absolute Genius.

But now, because of this despicable bastard, he had become a good-for-nothing who could not Cultivate, left to be bullied by others and endure their cold glares.

Just as Long Chen was furious, the door was gently pushed open, and a pretty young girl who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old walked in. She was Long Chen's personal maid, named Bao'er.

"Young Master, it's time to take your medicine."

"Medicine? What medicine are you holding in your hand?" Long Chen's nose twitched slightly as he asked.

"This is the Tiger Bone Pill that Madam spent a great price to obtain. It can heal your external injuries very quickly, Young Master," Bao'er replied.

After saying this, she opened the delicate little box in her hand, revealing the Medicinal Pill inside, and said, "It is said that this Medicinal Pill comes from the hand of the alchemist Great Master Yun Qi. Its medicinal power is very strong. Young Master, let Bao'er serve you to take it."

Long Chen looked at this thing in his hand with a strange expression. Can this thing even be called a Medicinal Pill? It's lopsided and uneven, just like a meatball.

The shape aside, damn it, the color is pitch black, without a hint of luster. If it weren't emitting a faint medicinal fragrance, Long Chen would even suspect it was a piece of sheep dung.

After looking at it for a long time, Long Chen sighed. To be able to waste more than eighty percent of a Medicinal Pill's medicinal properties, it must have been hard for this "Great Master." Long Chen wondered how on earth he managed to do it? To be so bad that it reached this Realm.

Medicinal Pills are divided into five grades: Low Grade, Medium Grade, High Grade, Superior Grade, and Peerless Grade. This pill in his hand clearly did not belong to any of the five grades. Long Chen suddenly realized that this was simply a defective product; it was a waste pill. Usually, an alchemist would never sell such a Medicinal Pill because they couldn't afford to lose face like that; they would often dilute it into medicinal liquid or just throw it away.

"Young Master, don't be dazed. For this precious pill, Madam even sold her own jewelry. You should hurry and take it," Bao'er urged.

Long Chen couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. In his impression, his mother loved him very much, to the point of doting on him. Almost anything he wanted, his mother would basically not refuse.

For his sake, his mother had worried herself to the bone. Madam Long was a beauty in her youth; she was only in her thirties now, but just looking at the deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, one knew that she had sacrificed too much for Long Chen.

Looking at the pill in his hand, although it was a defective product, the medicinal ingredients were quite good. Even if Impurities accounted for eighty percent, it would still have no problem treating his injuries.

After taking the pill, Long Chen ordered Bao'er not to reveal the news of his recovery yet, including to his mother.

Although Bao'er was somewhat confused, out of trust for Long Chen, she still obediently nodded.

After taking the medicine, although Long Chen could not use his cultivation base to refine the medicinal power, he used his powerful Soul power to guide the medicinal power to his injuries, and the recovery effect was extremely rapid.

The next day, Long Chen slowly opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched his muscles and bones.

Very good. Although the pill wasn't great, the quality of the medicinal ingredients themselves was very good. Except for the back of his head, most of his injuries had recovered; it was more than enough to treat his external wounds. He slowly walked to the mirror.

Looking at the boy in the mirror with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, who was exceptionally handsome, Long Chen said in a deep voice, "From today on, I, Long Chen, will no longer be the Long Chen of the past. I will rise!"

Although his body was still a bit weak, walking was not a problem. Long Chen stepped out of the room, and outside, the morning sun was already rising.

Long Chen thought carefully for half an hour, then called Bao'er over and wrote a list of medicinal herbs for her, telling her to go get them.

However, Bao'er looked a bit troubled. Long Chen's heart stirred, and he immediately understood. The Long family was currently very strapped for cash, and Bao'er couldn't get money from the accounting department.

Otherwise, his mother wouldn't have sold her own jewelry. That was her dowry from back then, which was extremely precious. The current Long family was truly too down-and-out.

He felt his pocket; there were still more than eighty silver coins inside. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to buy these medicines.

Bao'er was very diligent. In less than an hour, she had bought the medicinal herbs back. Long Chen immediately set to work, mixing these medicines according to different proportions and putting them into an earthen pot to boil.

Three hours later, the thick medicinal liquid was already emitting a medicinal fragrance. Long Chen looked at this bowl of cheap medicinal liquid, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"My, Long Chen's, rise will begin with this bowl of medicinal soup."