God-Tier Awakening: The Dead Can Still Level Up

Chapter 64: Past

They followed Professor Liang out of the hall while Wuxia remained silent beside Xingluo.

His mother’s words, the chains that had restrained her, and the prophecy spoken through her impression continued running through his mind.

When they reached Xingluo’s room, Professor Liang stopped outside the door.

"You should all be released soon," he said. "However, remain careful even after returning. Avoid leaving the university unless necessary, and do not discuss what happened here with anyone."

Xingluo nodded. "I understand."

Professor Liang looked at her briefly before turning and walking away.

The moment he disappeared down the corridor, Xingluo entered the room and hurriedly closed the door behind her. She turned toward Wuxia with a mixture of confusion and exasperation.

"Where the hell did you vanish to? You nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought the stele had consumed you or something."

Wuxia laughed lightly. "That stele is not consuming someone like me."

Xingluo stared at him. "Then what happened?"

The amusement faded from Wuxia’s face. He remained silent for a moment before letting out a slow sigh. "It is a little difficult to explain."

Xingluo pouted. "Why?"

She paused for a moment before looking at him more seriously. "Is this related to your life before you died again?"

Wuxia remained silent, and her expression became more frustrated.

"Why do you keep hiding so much from me? Do you not trust me? I barely know anything about who you were before you died."

Wuxia sighed. "I do not know whether telling you is the right decision, but there is a chance you already knew me when I was alive."

Xingluo looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Wuxia gave her a tired smile. "I am the son of Shen Tianheng and Bai Yuexin the so-called traitors of the city from twelve years ago."

Xingluo froze as a face slowly appeared in her memories: a handsome young boy surrounded by children who constantly tried to speak with him.

He had been known for his intelligence, but even more for being the son of the city commander and vice commander, as well as the grandson of the former vice city lord.

Wuxia watched her expression change and understood that she remembered him. However, the reason most people truly remembered that boy was not his talent or his family’s position.

The true reason was the change twelve years ago when the news of Shen Tianheng and Bai Yuexin’s deaths spread throughout the city. Before the people had even finished mourning them, the Alliance announced that they had betrayed humanity.

Their portraits were removed from government buildings, their achievements were erased, and the same people who once praised them began calling them traitors.

Xingluo remembered the atmosphere inside the school changing almost overnight. Teachers whispered whenever Wuxia passed, while parents warned their children to stay away from him.

The children who once gathered around him were the first to turn. Wuxia remembered being surrounded near the training field by the same boys who had once followed him everywhere.

They shoved him between them, mocked his parents, and asked whether the blood of traitors also ran through him. When he fought back, the teachers only restrained him.

No one questioned why he had been attacked and a few days later, the principal called him into the office. The old man refused to meet his eyes as he placed the expulsion notice on the desk.

"Your presence is causing unrest among the students," he said. "It would be better for everyone if you left."

Wuxia had stared at the notice without speaking, the school had once used his parents’ names to attract students and gain support from the city. After their fall, it did not even allow their son to finish the term.

Xingluo also remembered seeing him outside the school gates that day, standing alone with a small bag in his hand. The children behind the fence watched him leave, but none of those who had once called themselves his friends stepped forward.

After that, Shen Wuxia disappeared from their lives and most people remembered him only as the son of two traitors.

Xingluo stared at the soul floating before her as the forgotten face from her childhood finally matched the person beside her.

"You were that boy...Shen Wuxia"

Wuxia sighed. "Indeed."

He looked at her for a moment before continuing. "I do not know what you think of me or my parents, but they never betrayed humanity, they never would have."

Xingluo remained silent.

Seeing her expression, Wuxia looked away, this was exactly why he had hidden his identity for so long.

"I trust you."

Wuxia turned back toward her, caught completely off guard. The words were simple, but he had not heard them from anyone since his parents were branded as traitors.

Everyone had accepted the accusation without question, and most had believed their son carried the same disloyalty.

"Why?" he asked.

Xingluo gave him a small smile. "Because I do not believe traitors could have raised some knight as loyal as you."

Wuxia stared at her before a quiet chuckle escaped him. Her answer was simple, yet it eased something inside him that had remained unsettled for years.

Xingluo straightened her hair and looked at him again. "But did you not also have an older brother and your grandfather? Why did you always act as though you had no one left?"

"That is another long story."

Wuxia paused before continuing. "The people who framed my parents probably wanted the rest of my family removed as well."

"My brother and grandfather vanished under suspicious circumstances two years ago, and the Alliance did almost nothing to investigate."

He gave a small shrug. "For now, there is nothing I can do except search for them when I have the chance."

Xingluo studied him for a moment before her eyes narrowed slightly. "If I am right, then you are also Miao Tianhe’s old friend and the guild master Qin Haoran was insulting."

Wuxia nodded.

Xingluo raised her eyebrows. "You really were an important person."

"Was?"

She ignored him. "It seems fate took everything from you one piece at a time."

Wuxia chuckled. "Perhaps my fortune has finally improved, death has not been entirely bad to me."

Xingluo rolled her eyes. "You only say that because you are still alive in some strange way."

Xingluo leaned back slightly. "Now that you have finally told me who you were, what were you originally trying to explain?"

"Right."

Wuxia then told her what had happened after the stele pulled him away. He described the golden space, the impression of his mother, the chains that attacked her, and everything she had managed to reveal before the space collapsed.

By the time he finished, Xingluo was staring at him in complete disbelief.

Wuxia gave her a forced smile. "I know it is difficult to believe, but that is what happened."

He raised one hand, and the small token his mother had given him appeared above his palm. He could store it within himself and bring it out whenever he wished.

The token looked solid, yet it carried the same strange quality as a preserved impression. When Xingluo reached out and touched it, a faint warmth spread across her fingers while a low hum passed through it.

She examined it for a moment. "Did your mother or the impression of your mother tell you what you are supposed to do with this?"

Wuxia froze. "Damn."

Xingluo covered her face with one hand. "What the hell is this? We keep receiving prophecies, tokens, and riddles, but no one explains anything properly."

Wuxia sighed and returned the token to his soul. "We will figure it out eventually. There must be some way to learn what it is."

Xingluo shrugged. "As you say, we cannot do much except wait for now."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched her arms. "I am shocked, bored, and tired at the same time."

"That is understandable considering everything that has happened to you over the past few weeks."

Xingluo lifted her chin with a smug smile. "Indeed, such is the difficult life of the chosen one."

Wuxia’s expression twitched. He clasped his hands together as if praying. "May the gods help the deluded escape their fantasies."

Xingluo pouted and threw a pillow at him and as expected, it passed straight through his body and struck the wall behind him.

Wuxia turned toward her with a wide grin.