ALL NOVEL Chapter 9: Definitely an Immortal, Even the Dead Can Be Revived
“Before, with only my Void Sky Realm strength, returning home would have been pointless,” Leng Yanran admitted honestly, her heart skipping a beat at the evident care in her master’s tone. “But now, thanks to the Chaos Heavenly Demon Art Master bestowed upon me, I’ve advanced to Profound Sky Realm. I even feel capable of crossing boundaries to take on someone in the Unity Realm!”
In the Moro Kingdom, the greatest power rested with the monarch, who had achieved the Unity Realm.
Meanwhile, in the Leng Family, the strongest members held only Ninth Layer of the Profound Sky Realm, yet that was enough to make them one of the three main families of the nation.
She suspected that if her family was indeed facing trouble, it was likely due to the other two families taking action against them.
“Do you know who is targeting you and your family?” Chen Daoxuan asked thoughtfully.
“I’m not sure. It’s a shame the three people who were after me are… well, deceased.” She hesitated, suddenly aware of her poor phrasing, and quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean it as a complaint toward you, Master!”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied casually. “In fact, that’s a rather clever suggestion of yours.”
Chen Daoxuan’s eyes lit up, as though struck by an idea.
Leng Yanran looked at him in confusion.
After all, of the three pursuers, two had been turned to mist, and the third had his neck crushed. How could they be questioned?
Did her master perhaps possess the rare power to summon spirits?
She wouldn’t be surprised. For a being as godlike as her master, a little soul-calling wouldn’t be out of place.
But to her surprise, Chen Daoxuan had no intention of summoning spirits. Instead, with a casual wave of his hand, the one remaining body floated up beside the pavilion.
“Fortunately, they weren’t all turned to mist; that would’ve been inconvenient,” he mused with a light smile, snapping his fingers.
Immediately, the sound of bones cracking filled the air, and under Leng Yanran’s shocked gaze, the corpse’s crushed neck began to slowly repair itself.
“Uh—!” Finally, the corpse gasped for air and opened its eyes.
“Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!”
The newly revived man started struggling in midair, crying out in terror, his pants now soaked.
Leng Yanran’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
Revived… he’s alive again!?
This went far beyond anything she understood.
Only an immortal could have such abilities!
The revived man was fully aware, clearly not a mindless zombie.
After being dead for over a day, he was simply… alive again.
“Silence!” Chen Daoxuan snapped.
Instantly, the man clamped his mouth shut, trembling all over.
He hadn’t stopped talking out of choice; his voice was simply gone.
“I ask, you answer. If I’m not satisfied with your answers, you’ll die a thousand more times. Do you understand?”
Chen Daoxuan’s tone was mild and even, but the words chilled the man to the core. He nodded frantically, as if he were a chick pecking at grain.
“My dear disciple, ask him anything you wish to know,” Chen Daoxuan said, turning to Leng Yanran with a satisfied smile.
Leng Yanran, already stunned by her master’s duality toward her and the assassin, found herself unable to count how many times she’d been shocked out of her wits in the past day.
But her priority now was information.
“Who sent you to kill me?” she demanded.
“Mmph, mmph…”
“Oh, right. You may speak,” Chen Daoxuan added calmly, allowing the assassin to respond.
“It was the head of the Wang family! I swear I’ll tell you everything I know, just please spare my life!”
“Head of the Wang family… hmph.” Leng Yanran’s gaze turned icy. “What of my family’s current situation? Why has no one come to find me?”
“I… only know that the Wang and Li families have joined forces against yours. But I don’t know what’s happening in the city. I’ve been waiting in ambush here for days, without any updates.” The assassin swore repeatedly that he had nothing else to reveal, insisting that lightning would strike him if he lied.
“I’m finished, Master.” With a cold glance at the assassin, Leng Yanran bowed respectfully toward her master.
Chen Daoxuan nodded and, with a wave, lifted the assassin into the air and drifted him toward the Primordial Spirit Enlightenment Tea.
Before the assassin could react, one of the tea tree’s roots shot out and pierced through him, instantly absorbing him into itself as nourishment.
In an instant, all his strength was devoured and incorporated into the tree, though his lower cultivation level meant he contributed little overall.
Chen Daoxuan sighed inwardly; resurrecting and killing him again didn’t yield any more system exchange points, otherwise, he could have recycled the poor man endlessly for millions of points and countless years of cultivation.
Watching this, Leng Yanran was taken aback—she hadn’t expected the Primordial Spirit Enlightenment Tea to reveal such a formidable side!
It could turn a Profound Sky Realm expert to nutrients in mere moments.
“Master, the heads of those two families are both in the Ninth Layer of the Profound Sky Realm, just like my family’s leader,” Leng Yanran reported, her expression steady. “If they join forces, my family will struggle to defend itself. But I have confidence that I can handle them. I only ask for permission to go down the mountain.”
Chen Daoxuan stroked his chin thoughtfully and then got an idea. “If you’re determined, let’s try something. I’ll suppress my cultivation and exchange one move with you to test your current strength.”
His system claimed his strength was well above standard for his level, so this was an opportunity to both assess it and see how powerful Leng Yanran truly was.
And within the confines of the Heavenly Dao Hall, he wouldn’t be harmed, even if he suppressed his cultivation to only the third layer of the Qi Condensation Realm.
“Thank you, Master!” Leng Yanran’s eyes lit up.
She had wanted to test her newfound strength, especially against someone potentially stronger than a Unity Realm expert!
But when they took their positions, she noticed her master’s suppressed cultivation level and felt dumbfounded.
“Qi Condensation, Third Layer?” she muttered. “Master, I’m at the Second layer of the Profound Sky Realm now… and I’m cultivating the Chaos Heavenly Demon Art you passed down to me.”
This felt a bit extreme—after all, the Qi Condensation Realm was barely the starting point, where one just began absorbing spiritual energy after the body-tempering phase.
“No matter, go all out,” Chen Daoxuan said, his expression twitching with a hint of resignation.
After all, he didn’t want to be limited to the Qi Condensation Realm, either.
But with over three hundred years of cultivation, he had only reached the third layer of the Qi Condensation Realm.
What else could he do?
“Alright then, Master—here I come! Please be careful!”