Chapter 1208: 1208: Condensing the Soul Body

Chapter 1208: Chapter 1208: Condensing the Soul Body

“Whoosh!”

The battle ended, and a black shadow flickered into appearance.

The newcomer was none other than Jiang Shuihan, the Grand Commander of the Moon God Palace.

“Defeated in just one move? So powerful?” Jiang Shuihan frowned slightly as he gazed at the fallen middle-aged man, a trace of gravity flashing through his dark eyes.

Jiang Shuihan was at the late Heavenly Monarch stage, a realm far stronger than the middle-aged man.

“You must be Mang Hun from the Artificer Guild. Show yourself,” Jiang Shuihan suddenly said coldly, his voice as icy as a winter gale.

“Whoosh!”

As his words fell, another shadow flickered into view. The newcomer was a middle-aged man with flowing white hair and a black embroidered robe. His face was impassive, exuding a chilling ruthlessness.

“As expected of the Grand Commander of the Moon God Palace.” This man was indeed Mang Hun from the Artificer Guild.

Feng Wuchen and the middle-aged man’s battle had been observed by both of them from the shadows.

Jiang Shuihan hadn’t intervened because of Mang Hun’s presence. Mang Hun’s deterrence kept Jiang Shuihan from acting carelessly.

Scanning Mang Hun coldly, Jiang Shuihan said darkly, “The Artificer Guild sure has some nerve, daring to oppose Emperor Ling.”

“I’m merely following orders. How could I dare oppose the Emperor Ling?” Mang Hun replied impassively.

“Bai Hun, is it?” Jiang Shuihan’s eyes narrowed menacingly. “It seems the Artificer Guild no longer needs to exist!”

Without responding, Mang Hun’s figure vanished instantly.

“Ever since the Heavenly Sovereign fell into slumber, these traitors have grown bolder and bolder!” Jiang Shuihan roared furiously, veins bulging violently on his face, a terrifying sight.

“Second Brother, rest in peace. Big Brother will avenge you!” Jiang Shuihan declared fiercely, his fists clenching tightly.

….

After defeating the warrior from the Moon God Palace in a single move, Feng Wuchen had already returned to Tianying Pavilion in Spirit Capital.

“Reporting to the Pavilion Master, Wind Shadow has returned!” an assassin hurried into the great hall to report.

“Excellent! Finally, he’s back!” Tianming was overjoyed, his face lighting up with excitement as he dashed out of the hall.

“Pavilion Master, is resurrection really possible?” Qing Liu’s expression remained one of shock and disbelief.

“That depends on the circumstances,” Ying Hun replied with a faint smile before also stepping out of the hall.

As Feng Wuchen approached Sun Moon Lake, Tianming emerged from the hall at full speed.

“Wind Shadow! You’re finally here! Quickly now, I’ve prepared gentle Spiritual Liquid. Let’s see if we can condense Ling’er’s Soul Body,” Tianming shouted excitedly.

Seeing Tianming’s impatient demeanor, Feng Wuchen couldn’t help but smile wryly.

He understood Tianming’s emotions; anyone else would be just as anxious in his place.

“Big Brother Tianming, don’t rush. The condensation of Ling’er’s Soul Body is not something to be done hastily; it requires step-by-step precision,” Feng Wuchen said with a reassuring smile.

“Right, right! No hurrying! Precision is key!” Tianming nodded repeatedly. Feng Wuchen’s confident smile further fueled his anticipation.

If Feng Wuchen wasn’t confident, how could he possibly smile like that?

“Wind Shadow, this is a gentle Spiritual Liquid I petitioned a Heavenly Grade Alchemist to refine. Its medicinal properties are mild and can help dispel the coldness in Ling’er’s body,” Tianming said as he quickly handed a jade bottle to Feng Wuchen.

After glancing at the Spiritual Liquid, Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, “Big Brother Tianming, this liquid won’t work. It’s too impure. You know Ling’er has been in the ice coffin for decades, and her body is already damaged by the frost. This liquid is unsuitable; we need a purer one.”

“A purer Spiritual Liquid?” Tianming asked anxiously. “But where can we find one? The renowned Alchemists of Shengxian Village are missing, and the best alchemist in Spirit Capital is only at the Heavenly Grade.”

“Don’t worry, Big Brother Tianming. The liquid isn’t the most critical part. What matters is condensing Ling’er’s Soul Body. Her body has been frozen for decades, and even if the cold is dispelled, there will likely be lingering aftereffects,” Feng Wuchen replied solemnly.

After pausing for a moment, Feng Wuchen added, “Therefore, I plan to reforge Ling’er’s physical body. This isn’t overly challenging for an Alchemist, but the real difficulty lies in integrating a newly condensed Soul Body into the restored physical form.”

Ying Hun nodded slightly and said, “Wind Shadow is absolutely right. It was an oversight on my part.”

“Wind Shadow, are you an Alchemist?” Qing Liu asked in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yes,” Feng Wuchen nodded.

“You… aren’t you also an Artifact Refiner and Inscription Master?” Tianming asked, stunned, his expression frozen as he stared at Feng Wuchen.

“Can’t an Artifact Refiner also be an Alchemist?” Feng Wuchen countered in return.

“A Divine Grade Artifact Refiner! An Inscription Master! And now even an Alchemist…” Qing Liu was completely dumbfounded.

Soon after, Feng Wuchen and his group arrived at Tianming’s palace.

“Big Brother Tianming, hand me Ling’er’s remnant soul,” Feng Wuchen said.

Tianming made a clawing motion with his hand, and a faint blue glow appeared in his palm, its aura incredibly weak.

As Feng Wuchen gazed at the fragile, nearly imperceptible wisp of a soul, his own heart felt as if it had been struck fiercely. Deep emotion surged within him, and his eyes reddened ever so slightly.

This was the devotion of a great father. To save his daughter, he had preserved this faint soul fragment, miraculously keeping it intact for decades.

Even with such minuscule odds, Tianming had never given up.

Summoning his Soul Power, Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the fragile soul floated into his palm.

With the nourishment of Feng Wuchen’s Soul Power, Ling’er’s faint soul suddenly brightened, its pale blue glow becoming a shade stronger.

“Wind Shadow, I’m entrusting this to you,” Tianming said, his voice quivering. At this moment, he was filled with both anxiety and hope.

“I’ll do my best,” Feng Wuchen nodded.

Moved by Tianming’s profound love for his daughter, Feng Wuchen resolved to exhaust every ounce of his Soul Power, if necessary, to condense Ling’er’s Soul Body.

Under Feng Wuchen’s control, the pale blue soul hovered in mid-air.

He sat cross-legged, forming seals with his hands.

His Soul Power surged abruptly, causing the pale blue soul to gradually grow stronger in aura.

Feng Wuchen’s hand gestures shifted continuously, unleashing one domineering and immense wave of Soul Power after another, causing the faint soul to radiate with intensifying energy.

As time passed, an hour later, the pale blue soul began to tremble and slowly transform into the outline of a figure—an illusory figure of a young girl.

“Ling’er!” Tianming’s tears fell as he saw the familiar form of the little girl. His heart surged with overwhelming emotion.

He had waited decades for this moment and had finally reached it.

“It actually worked!” Qing Liu exclaimed in awe, utterly shocked to the core.

Feng Wuchen’s feat of forcefully enhancing Ling’er’s soul entirely with his immense Soul Power was nothing short of astonishing.

Soon, as his Soul Power was rapidly consumed, Feng Wuchen’s face grew increasingly pale.

Seeing Feng Wuchen’s pallor, Ying Hun frowned and thought to himself, “Condensing a Soul Body consumes an astounding amount of Soul Power, even for someone at the Celestial Immortal Grade.”

“Wind Shadow! You must hang on!” Tianming whispered anxiously, his breaths growing shallow. Everyone knew this was the most critical moment.