Click to Resurrect.

Such simple and direct, such plain and unadorned four characters.

After a brief stupor, wild joy appeared on Jun Changxiao’s face, and even his hands trembled with higher frequency.

Just moments ago he was painfully agonizing over how to resurrect Xiao Zuiji, or whether it would take long years—then the opportunity immediately appeared before him.

He cried.

Jun Changxiao cried.

Crying with unbridled joy that his disciple could be resurrected.

“Normal.”

The System said: “Stay calm.”

Actually it was quite surprised too—the Hall of Lingering Smoke actually had a resurrection function. But it quickly calmed down, after all this was the System, omnipotent and acting without restraint.

Heavenly Dao order, Six Paths of Reincarnation?

Sorry, those are meant to be trampled.

Since resurrection was possible, what was there to wait for!

Jun Changxiao suppressed his inner excitement and wild joy, immediately raising his trembling hand to press on those four characters like a dialog box.

“Ding! Resurrection program activated.”

“Ding! Detected that disciple Xiao Zuiji has already infused his soul into the Hall of Lingering Smoke, meeting all conditions. Are you willing to consume other inducted disciples’ contribution points to resurrect him?”

[Yes] [No]

“…”

Jun Changxiao was stunned.

Consume other inducted disciples’ contribution points?

“Very simple,” the System explained. “It means using the contribution points accumulated over the years by Li Qingyang, Ye Xingchen and others to resurrect Xiao Zuiji alone.”

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao clicked Yes.

He didn’t inquire with the inducted disciples, because he firmly believed what they would choose.

Honestly, developed to this point, Dog Surplus never took pride in how powerful Wangu Sect and the disciples were, only in their deep fellowship.

“Ding! Ding!”

After Jun Changxiao selected ‘Yes,’ all disciples inducted into the Hall of Lingering Smoke who had obtained text effects saw a choice interface appear before them that only they could see, accompanied by a mechanical voice: “Are you willing to expend your own contribution points to resurrect Xiao Zuiji?”

The Sect Master posed the question.

They answered.

At that moment, Li Qingyang, Ye Xingchen and the others, no matter what they were doing, all unhesitatingly chose Yes.

If this multiple choice question were even harsher—using their own lives to exchange for Xiao Zuiji’s resurrection—their choice would definitely still be—Yes.

So Jun Changxiao’s pride was not without reason.

“Ding! All inducted disciples have chosen the same answer. Xiao Zuiji’s resurrection program activated. Please wait a moment.” A voice like heavenly music sounded in his ears.

Pleasant, beautiful.

“Buzz!”

The blank scroll began manifesting ink and brush strokes from bottom to top.

Drawing feet, drawing legs, drawing hands, drawing body, drawing head, finally presenting Xiao Zuiji in a horse stance with shield upright, lifelike and martially distinguished.

The redrawn portrait differed from before—beside it was a giant demonic beast, its hard turtle shell complementing the flowing light shield.

“Snap!”

The shield representing the text effect was directly imprinted on the scroll.

In an instant, two flowing light forms like eggshells suddenly appeared before Jun Changxiao, continuously emanating vigorous life force from within, and he could clearly see embryonic forms rapidly growing inside.

The embryos became infants, infants became children, children became youths, youths became young adults, young adults became adults.

This journey that should require decades was completed in just a few seconds inside the eggshells—truly inconceivable.

“Glug, glug!”

The life force contained in the eggshells continuously boiled. The already adult being slowly raised its head, lifted its hand to remove the oxygen delivery device from its mouth, and pressed one hand against the eggshell’s edge.

“Pop!”

Like a water bubble, it burst at a touch.

“Splash, splash!”

The miraculous life-giving water scattered on the ground. Xiao Zuiji with wet, long hair stood before Jun Changxiao. Because his body was exposed, his perfect muscles were clearly visible.

“Whoosh!”

At this moment, the other eggshell was also punctured, and the Xuangui fully manifested.

He had signed a life contract with his master—sharing life and death, sharing resurrection.

“Swish! Swish!”

After Xiao Zuiji and his life contract beast’s physical bodies were completely formed, two flowing lights flew out from the Hall of Lingering Smoke, separately merging into their consciousness seas—truly infusing souls!

“Ding! Resurrection complete.”

A joyful smile appeared at the corner of Jun Changxiao’s mouth.

When the soul completely controlled the body, Xiao Zuiji’s eyes regained their luster. He looked down at his hands in bewilderment: “I… didn’t I die?”

“This seat does not permit you to die.”

Jun Changxiao said: “No one in this world can take your life.”

Domineering, arrogant.

“Sect Master!”

Only then did Xiao Zuiji notice someone standing beside him. He instinctively covered his indescribable area with both hands, his entire face turning red as an apple.

Jun Changxiao tossed over a school uniform, unconcerned: “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, why be so bashful?”

Don’t misunderstand.

When Dog Surplus said he’d seen it, it was because of the bathhouse—after all, he occasionally went to soak, constantly running into people.

“Uh…” Xiao Zuiji put on the school uniform rather awkwardly and shyly, then scratched his head: “Sect Master, how am I alive again?”

His memory stopped at helping Ye Xingchen resist damage.

“Not important.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Hurry and comfort your fellow disciples, they’re still grief-stricken right now.”

“Yes!”

Xiao Zuiji hurried out.

Some people might speculate from the resurrection description just now—could this be a clone produced by high technology?

Wrong.

The genuine Xiao Zuiji.

Why so certain? Because this involves another function of the Hall of Lingering Smoke—after disciples are inducted, their souls can be permanently preserved, then given one resurrection opportunity.

Simply put.

Xiao Zuiji’s physical body did have elements of cloning or replication, but the soul controlling the body was absolutely genuine.

In a world where physical bodies frequently shatter, as long as the soul remains the original flavor and formula, it represents he is still himself, without any change.

…

Back mountain.

Auspicious location.

This place once had Gu Zhaoxi’s cenotaph, which was removed after his return.

Today, another was erected, the tombstone inscribed with ‘Wangu Sect Disciple Xiao Zuiji’s Tomb.’

“Wuu, wuu!”

“Wuu, wuu!”

Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying squatted before the fire basin, wailing while feeding paper money into it.

The disciples stood in neat rows, all bowing their heads in grief.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

“Why hasn’t the photo been delivered yet?” Young Master Yuan looked back somewhat anxiously, hoping to see Li Shangtian’s figure, but instead discovered a familiar person appearing in his field of vision, immediately widening his eyes.

“Mm?”

Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying also noticed. The two looked up through tear-blurred eyes. When they clearly saw that person’s appearance, they shot up with a “whoosh,” shrieking: “A ghost—”

“Junior Brother Xiao!”

Li Qingyang was relatively calm. After clearly seeing Xiao Zuiji’s features and recalling the choice question that appeared during his grief, he immediately understood, overjoyed: “Resurrected!”

Everyone was elated.

Just as they prepared to rush over, they immediately dismissed the thought.

Because Ye Xingchen had somehow already appeared before Xiao Zuiji, his gaze exceptionally cold as he raised his fist and fiercely struck.

“Bang—”

Xiao Zuiji magnificently flew out, falling beneath a distant boulder.

He didn’t stand up, instead leaning against it, raising his right leg, resting his right hand on it—the half of his face barely visible gradually forming a smile.

“Without strength, don’t do foolish things, or else you and I will sever our brotherhood!” Ye Xingchen roared.

“Strength.”

Xiao Zuiji still leaned against the boulder, his right hand still casually resting on his knee, slowly raising his head to present his resolute face, smiling: “I have it.”

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Profound Tianji Realm-level aura instantly permeated the back mountain, deeply affecting every disciple, giving them a sense of all-around protected security!

This day.

Xiao Zuiji resurrected on the spot, cultivation directly reaching Tianji Realm!

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