I immediately adopted a Nascent Soul sister!

Take her with him? No. He needed to go cut the Thunder Bamboo, and bringing along a Nascent Soul Cultivator who could wake up at any moment was too much of a variable.

Lin Yuan rubbed his chin, feeling troubled for a moment. After all, this woman was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the Eastern Region's number one Array Talisman Master. If she recovered, she would definitely be a major threat.

Just as he was contemplating, Murong Yue, who was on the stone slab, suddenly felt her eyelashes quiver slightly.

Her tightly closed phoenix eyes slowly opened.

Awake?

Lin Yuan's heart stirred, and he immediately composed himself, preparing to react.

However, the vigilance, anger, or suspicion he had anticipated did not appear.

In Murong Yue's usually cold and sharp phoenix eyes, there was now only emptiness and confusion, like a clear spring that had been washed clean of all reflections.

She stared blankly at the top of the cave, then slowly turned her head to examine the unfamiliar surroundings.

Finally, her gaze fell upon Lin Yuan, who was standing at the cave entrance.

She just looked at him quietly, with no hostility or wariness in her eyes, only a kind of... curiosity and purity like that of a newborn fawn.

"I... where is this?"

She spoke, her voice carrying a hint of just-awakened hoarseness, with a clear, fragile quality that made one's heart soften.

Lin Yuan's heart stirred, and a bold and interesting idea instantly took shape in his mind.

He did not answer immediately, but instead walked slowly to Murong Yue's side, looking down at her.

Murong Yue subconsciously pulled at the oversized outer robe on her body, which clearly did not belong to her, wrapping herself more tightly, her eyes revealing a trace of natural timidity.

"You don't remember?" Lin Yuan's tone was calm but carried a subtle sense of guidance.

Murong Yue tried hard to recall, but her mind was a complete blank, as if an invisible hand had wiped away all her past.

The harder she tried to think, the more her head hurt, and the expression on her pretty face became increasingly painful.

"I... I can't remember... my head hurts so much..." She held her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, her face full of helplessness.

Amnesia?

Lin Yuan was overjoyed internally.

Whether her Divine Soul was injured by the aftershock of a Nascent Soul self-detonation, or damaged during spatial tearing, leading to memory loss—this situation, while rare, was not impossible.

This really is... like having a pillow delivered just as one gets sleepy!

Lin Yuan's face timely revealed a touch of "heartache" and "pity".

He crouched down and reached out his hand, wanting to stroke her head, but stopped in mid-air, as if afraid of offending her.

This act perfectly displayed the thoughtfulness of a gentle and reliable man.

"Don't think about it, if you can't remember, then don't." His voice became unprecedentedly gentle. "You were severely injured, your Divine Soul damaged; it is already a great fortune that you were able to wake up."

Murong Yue raised her watery phoenix eyes, looking at him in confusion, and asked softly: "Then... who are you? What... is our relationship?"

Here it comes!

This was the sentence Lin Yuan had been waiting for.

He looked at the stunning woman before him, who was usually as cold as an immortal but now as fragile as a white rabbit, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curving upward, forming a meaningful arc.

He cleared his throat and spoke slowly, in a tone that was both doting and matter-of-fact:

"You can call me Brother."

"Brother?"

Murong Yue repeated this title softly, her clear phoenix eyes full of confusion. She stared blankly at Lin Yuan, seemingly trying hard to find a trace of familiarity in this word.

However, her brain remained a blank slate.

Looking at her innocent and guileless appearance, Lin Yuan was inwardly laughing, but his face wore an expression of profound heartache.

"It seems you really are severely injured." He sighed, his tone filled with concern and worry for his "sister". "Very well, if you can't remember the past, then forget it. As long as you are safe, that is all that matters."

These words were spoken with genuine sincerity, leaving no room for doubt.

Murong Yue looked at him. Although she had no memory, she instinctively felt that this man before her held no malice, but rather an inexplicable sense of closeness and reliance. She subconsciously relaxed her guard a little, pulled her outer robe to cover her exposed shoulders, and asked softly: "Brother, then... where is this? Why are we here?"

"Sigh." Lin Yuan let out another long sigh and began his impromptu performance.

A hint of perfectly timed resentment and lingering fear appeared in his eyes as he spoke slowly: "This is the Eastern Region's number one forbidden land, Demon Falling Valley. I was ambushed by an enemy. That person was powerful, and although I resisted with my life, I was no match. At the critical moment, the opponent used an extremely tyrannical Heaven and Earth Teleportation Talisman, intending to teleport me into this forbidden land to kill me... As a result... both you and I were dragged in together."

Lin Yuan's gaze fell upon her, his eyes so gentle they seemed to be dripping with water. "Fortunately, I know some medical skills and managed to pull you back from the gates of death. Don't worry, with Brother here, I will never let you be harmed again."

Murong Yue listened, dazed, and subconsciously looked down at her own body. Although covered by the outer robe, she could feel waves of weakness coming from within her body, and there seemed to be faint pain in her Meridians, proving that what he said was not false.

She was indeed severely injured.

And this man before her, who claimed to be her "Brother", had steady eyes and a composed manner, invisibly exuding an aura that made one trust him.

"So... that's how it is?" She murmured to herself, believing seven or eight parts of Lin Yuan's words.

"Then... Brother, what should we do now? Should we leave this place?" Murong Yue raised her head, her once sharp and piercing phoenix eyes now like a frightened fawn, filled with fear of the unknown and reliance on Lin Yuan.

"We will definitely leave, but there is no need to rush." Lin Yuan waved his hand, looking confident. "Your injuries have just begun to heal, and you need to rest. Moreover, although this Demon Falling Valley is dangerous, it is also full of treasures. Since we are here, we cannot return empty-handed."

He calculated in his heart how to go and retrieve the Thunder Bamboo alone.

"You should rest well here. I will go explore the vicinity and see if I can find some Spirit Medicine to help you completely consolidate your injuries." As Lin Yuan spoke, he prepared to set off.

He had intended to go cut the Thunder Bamboo alone, make a quick trip, and leave this "amnesiac version" of Murong Yue here to avoid her being a hindrance, as it would be a huge trouble if she recovered her memory.

But just as he turned around, the corner of his clothes was tightly grasped by a soft little hand.

"No... don't!"

Murong Yue's face was filled with panic. She almost instinctively sat up from the stone slab, ignoring the pain in her body, and grabbed Lin Yuan's arm tightly.

"Brother, don't leave me alone, I... I'm scared." Her voice carried a weeping tone, and her eyes instantly turned red.

For someone who had lost all memory and was like a blank sheet of paper, this gloomy, eerie valley, filled with the aura of death everywhere, was the most terrifying place in the world.

And Lin Yuan was the first person she saw after waking up, the only "relative" in her cognition, and the source of all her sense of security.