Chapter 268: A Glimmer of Resurrection

Chapter 268: A Glimmer of Resurrection

Chen Huaian placed the crystal containing Luo Haisheng’s cell onto his phone screen.

Just moments ago, the screen had resisted. But now, the tiny player inventory expanded and effortlessly absorbed the large crystal.

Chen Huaian was thrilled.

So what if the Heavenly Fate Calculation pretended to be a robotic assistant?

He had his own ways to

exploit the system!

When he logged back in, sure enough—the crystal orb was now accessible from his inventory.

Seeing Li Qingran already in meditation, he quietly closed the door and found Dan Bai waiting outside.

“This is… the remains of an old friend of mine,” Chen Huaian said, placing the orb in her hands. “Can you take a look and see if there’s any hope of bringing him back?”

Dan Bai accepted the crystal orb, and her gaze toward Chen Huaian now held even more admiration and emotion.

Combined with his previous question, it was clear—this so-called old friend was just an ordinary mortal.

And yet, the Sword Pavilion Patriarch had carefully preserved the remains for who knew how long, just for the hope of one day bringing him back to life.

This crystal must be at least a thousand years old.

A thousand years of preservation...

They always said time erodes all things—but it hadn’t eroded the deep loyalty and affection in this man’s heart!

Someone like this could

never

be in league with the monsters at the Holy Land of Jade Pool.

Her earlier worries were completely unnecessary.

As Dan Bai activated her Spirit Eyes to examine the crystal orb, she made a silent decision.

She’d refine the remaining 96

Primordial Heaven-Mending Pills

all at once.

Soon, every Sword Pavilion disciple would have one. And if they didn’t need it, they could store it in the sect’s treasury for emergencies.

After all, now that she had formally pledged herself to the Sword Pavilion and Sect Master Su had approved it, she was officially a disciple of the Pavilion!

Chen Huaian waited with great anticipation for her verdict.

But he saw the girl bite her lower lip, wearing a strange expression, hesitant to speak.

“What’s wrong? Is resurrection impossible? It’s alright—just be honest. I’ve already mentally prepared myself.”

“Well…” Dan Bai hesitated for a moment, then drew her finger through the air in front of his eyes. “You’d better see for yourself…”

Chen Huaian took the crystal orb and looked—

【Sweet~ So sweet~ Your smile is so sweet~】

【Fake smoke, fake booze, fake friends, fake friends~ Fake love, fake warmth, fake tenderness—you lured me home and kicked me out at 3 a.m.】

【We’re the stars of our village

But once the love is gone, you said we needed to see a fortune-teller~】

A tidal wave of chaotic music flooded Chen Huaian’s mind.

Inside the crystal orb, Luo Haisheng was wearing a black suit, a Batman mask, and a rose between his lips—passionately dancing to the beat.

The visuals. The soundtrack.

Forget Dan Bai going silent.

Even

he

was about to cry—he

really

should not have said Luo Haisheng was his old friend.

Should’ve said he was some random guy off the street.

“Senior, your… your friend is quite the character,” Dan Bai said with an awkward smile on her delicate face.

She was trying really hard to be understanding.

He was a mortal, after all—naturally his tastes and behaviors were a bit different from cultivators.

Even if the difference was… massive, this was how she was trying to console herself.

“Mm… This friend of mine, well, you could say he was… gifted in the arts,” Chen Huaian cleared his throat and said seriously, “Don’t be fooled by his strange moves. That’s a traditional folk dance and mountain song from his homeland. Didn’t you feel the vibe of freedom?”

Dan Bai’s eyes lit up in realization.

She stared at the orb for a bit longer and nodded thoughtfully, “I see. Very… free!”

Chen Huaian, glad to have talked his way through it, quickly asked, “So, how is it? Is there hope for resurrection?”

“Senior, your friend doesn’t just have a soul fragment—his

entire soul

is sealed inside this crystal orb. All he needs is a body. But mortal bodies aren’t like those of cultivators—they’re fragile. And all you have left is this small bit…”

Dan Bai sighed, full of concern.

“If only you had Nuwa Earth. Unfortunately, I only know of one basin being held by the Burning Purification Holy Land. Reverend Karma from there treats that Nuwa Earth like his baby…”

Her implication was clear: the only way to get that Nuwa Earth was to fight Reverend Karma.

And since the Sword Pavilion Patriarch wasn’t in the Grand Ascension Stage, there was no way he could win that fight.

So getting the Nuwa Earth? Impossible.

“I already have some Nuwa Earth. I got it while traveling other worlds years ago,” Chen Huaian lied with a straight face.

Not a big deal. All the Sword Pavilion disciples here knew his true body was off exploring the multiverse.

“So, now that I have it—what’s the next step?”

“You actually managed to get your hands on Nuwa Earth?!” Dan Bai gasped—but then quickly calmed down. “Makes sense. Even with just a basic Dantian, you’ve cultivated to the fifth stage of the Void Fusion Realm. Clearly, you carry great fortune. So obtaining Nuwa Earth isn’t surprising.”

Chen Huaian: “…”

Dan Bai was perfect in every way…

Except for that mouth.

“Bury the remains in the Nuwa Earth,” she instructed. “I’ll prepare a special medicinal solution for you. You’ll need to water it with the solution daily. In at most half a month, the remains will form into an embryo.”

Dan Bai didn’t notice anything wrong with her phrasing—in fact, she felt like she was doing a great job of flattering him.

“Embryo? He’ll turn into a baby?!”

That was… kind of creepy.

Not that he couldn’t accept it.

“This is a necessary step.” Dan Bai nodded. Then she frowned slightly and added, “But since it’s a new body grown from Nuwa Earth, with the help of the solution, it should grow rapidly… He might be a full-grown adult in a month.”

Chen Huaian skeptically held the crystal orb.

He

really

didn’t want to raise a kid.

But if he

had

to, well, he could just hand him off to Xiang Xiaoyuan.

She was the caretaker, after all. As long as Luo Haisheng could be revived, that was all that mattered.

He’d get to see how the glorious world he’d hoped for had turned into a complete sh*tshow.

“Mm…”

From the side room came a low groan.

Everyone turned toward the open door and saw one of the Sword Pavilion’s core disciples, Duan Feng, slowly sitting up.

“Is this… the Sword Pavilion?” he murmured.

His memory still lingered on that moment when he was sent flying and coughing blood after being struck by a demonic corpse.

He looked to his sides—Xu An and Zhen He were also slowly waking up.

On the opposite bed lay a curvaceous woman, her figure obscured behind gauze curtains, her identity unclear.

Chen Huaian walked into the room. Duan Feng, seeing the Patriarch, immediately tried to get up and pay respects—but a gentle force pressed him back down.

“Your Dantian just finished healing. Don’t move.”

“My… Dantian? Just healed?” Duan Feng froze, instinctively placing a hand on his abdomen.

He closed his eyes to sense—his face gradually turned pale.

His Dantian showed signs of being completely rebuilt.

Which meant—it had been destroyed before!?

What terrified him more was that his Dao Body and Spiritual Root were gone too.

Who did this?

The demonic corpse?!

But instead of worrying about himself, Duan Feng quickly asked after his juniors: “Then—what about Xu An and Zhen He?”

“They’re the same,” Su Qinian said, stepping into the room and standing half a step behind Chen Huaian, his voice grim:

“Your Dantian, your roots, your constitutions—they were all crippled. Not by demonic corpses or demonic cultivators. But by the Holy Land of Jade Pool—one of the Three Great Holy Lands. The Burning Purification Holy Land is likely allied with them.”

His tone grew heavier with every word.

Duan Feng looked out the door at the unfamiliar faces and the Sword Pavilion disciples gathered outside.

But one person was missing.

That bold, loud, bright presence.

If he was injured and unconscious, his Senior Sister would always be the first one by his side when he woke.

A bad feeling surged in his chest. He stared blankly at Sect Master Su, voice trembling:

“Sect Master… where is Senior Sister?”

“Your Senior Sister…”

Su Qinian’s eyes turned red at the corners. He let out a sigh.

“She’s still trapped in the Holy Land of Jade Pool—because she stayed behind to save you all.”

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