Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 367: Finally Development?!

Earlier...

The questioning had ended almost before it truly began.

Rather than an interrogation, it felt more like an arena for verbal warfare among the elders themselves.

Elder Kun of the Elemental Heaven Peak and the Elder from the Martial Heaven Peak were locked in a heated exchange, both stubbornly insisting, sometimes in roundabout, sometimes in outright shameless ways – that Yu Xuan was their Disciple.

At one point, the discussion nearly devolved into an argument over jurisdiction.

Still, the Elder from Martial Heaven peak suffered a soft blow, because Elder Kun did have quite the way with words.

As for the actual questions directed at the disciples, they were... tame.

They asked about the general events inside the gate, the sequence of battles, the appearance of the demons and the emergence of void creatures.

Yu Xuan answered calmly and truthfully – at least, as truthfully as one could without exposing secrets that were better left buried.

Naturally, he did not mention his Creation Affinity.

His master had explicitly forbidden it.

Even so, Yu Xuan was under no illusion.

These elders were not fools.

When the topic shifted to Yu Zhen specifically, the condition of his eyes and their miraculous recovery, the atmosphere subtly changed.

Yu Xuan described it as an opportunity born from catastrophe, carefully choosing his words.

Even the Yu Clan disciples supported him.

Yet that single sentence earned him a series of long, scrutinizing gazes.

But in the end, none of them pressed further.

Whether because they had already reached their own conclusions, or because they understood that pressing the issue would only invite trouble, or for some other reason entirely, Yu Xuan couldn’t tell.

Eventually, the disciples were dismissed.

Behind them, the elders continued bickering with renewed enthusiasm, as though the real meeting had only just begun.

Yu Xuan couldn’t help but think that being an elder was both a blessing and a curse.

Yet even as he walked away, his mind was far from settled.

His thoughts kept circling back to what he had seen as a child.

That scene.

That moment.

There were similarities, too many to ignore but the differences were just as glaring.

What he remembered did not align perfectly with what had happened now.

More troubling still... it directly contradicted Ming Tianmei’s vision.

The one she had seen and told him.

And that contradiction lingered like a thorn in his mind, refusing to be ignored.

As a cultivator, Yu Xuan’s memory was quite great.

The flames he had witnessed back then were not the white-gold True Nirvana Flames he wielded now.

They had been pure white, terrifyingly clean, carrying an unmistakable attribute of absolute destruction.

[A/N: Check Chapter 30]

And according what he currently knew, the change had occurred after he obtained the Martial Ancestor’s inheritance.

More specifically, after consuming the True Phoenix Nirvana Pill.

That legacy had altered him.

And perhaps... it had altered more than just him.

In the future he once glimpsed, the power he wielded seemed fundamentally different.

It felt as though the [Darkness Origin] and [Light Origin] had merged into a single, True Chaos Flame, adapting upon the one he received from Lingluo’s Master, unified and complete.

Yet now?

He possessed two distinct flames.

The Darkness Chaos Flames, violent and devouring.

And the True Nirvana Flames, radiant and regenerative.

Had the Martial Ancestor’s legacy interfered with the flow of time itself?

Had that inheritance rewritten the trajectory of his future?

Or was the future he once saw merely one possibility, a path that no longer existed? Or did it still exist somewhere?

The question gnawed at him.

For a brief moment, a thought surfaced.

’Maybe I should ask Old Yu.’

Yu Xuan dismissed it almost instantly.

If Old Yu wanted him to know, he would likely appear in his dreams.

For now, there was no answer.

The Yu Clan disciples were assigned temporary quarters within the Discipline Committee’s domain.

One by one, they retreated to their rooms – some to rest, others to recover, and a few to quietly reflect on the battles they had barely survived.

Yu Zhen, in particular, vanished almost immediately, exhaustion finally catching up to him.

Yu Xuan, however, did not rest.

Instead, after settling into his room, he sent a message to her.

He invited Ming Tianmei to speak with him privately.

Because if anyone could shed light on this contradiction currently.

It was her.

The door to Yu Xuan’s room opened, and Ming Tianmei stepped inside.

"What happened?" she asked casually at first, clearly unbothered by the fact that she had already revealed her secret to him.

But the moment she noticed his expression, she paused.

Yu Xuan looked... serious.

For a full minute, he said nothing.

He simply stared at her, countless thoughts flashing through his mind as he weighed how to phrase the question to her.

Ming Tianmei, on the other hand, grew increasingly bothered under his gaze.

Without realizing it, she slowly drifted until her shoulders brushed the corner of the room.

"Tianmei," Yu Xuan said at last, his voice low, steady and deep.

He began walking toward her.

This time, he had no intention of letting the conversation end halfway.

Ming Tianmei’s heart suddenly began to pound for reasons she couldn’t quite explain.

She saw his lips move again, but the words reached her ears in a blur.

Before she realized it, there was nowhere left to retreat.

Cornered, she finally spoke, her voice small, almost timid.

"W-what happened...?"

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

She tried to slip past him, but in the next instant Yu Xuan reached out, caught her wrists, and pinned her gently, but firmly against the wall.

BADUM—! BADUM—! BADUM—!

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

"I really need to know," Yu Xuan whispered near her ear.

"Know... no, yes? know what, exactly?!" Ming Tianmei blurted out, her words tumbling over each other as her composure cracked.

"Yes," Yu Xuan said quietly, his voice low and steady,

"I need to know the difference, whether what I saw... was real, or not."