First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 631: Bringing the Dead Back to Life?

Chapter 631: Bringing the Dead Back to Life?

When he first met Qing Luo back in Mother Ghost Ridge, Su Yi guessed he was most likely a member of the second group of monsters of the ancient era.

However, when he saw Divine Misfortune, he understood.

Qing Luo was really just a slave the sword was using for nourishment!

Divine Misfortune had erased his memories. How could he possibly remember who he was?

Su Yi dared say with certainty that Qing Luo had learned his legacies and cultivation techniques from his weapon.

It was highly likely that even Qing Luo’s name was a “gift” from Divine Misfortune…

That guy said that the moment he first laid eyes on me, he sensed a threat and a stifling aura. That’s why he felt the urge to kill me. I’m afraid that was due to the yao sword’s influence too,?thought Su Yi.

However, he couldn’t figure out Divine Misfortune’s origins.

Qing Luo came to the Sea of Chaotic Spirits and attempted to enter the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House. Was that at the sword’s behest too?

Does that mean that Divine Misfortune is somehow connected to the Immortals’ Sword House?

Thirty thousand years ago, the Immortals’ Sword House was one of the three great yao sects, alongside the Sumeru Shrine and the Burning Sun Sect.

Its founder was the Heavensphere Yao Emperor.

Furthermore, the word “sword” was in their name. This was unquestionable proof that this yao orthodoxy had built its reputation through swordplay.

Divine Misfortune was obviously a supreme treasure of the yao way, and it contained a complete yao spirit. It was obviously highly compatible with the Immortals’ Sword House.

Alas, I couldn’t stop it from leaving. Were the sword still here, I might be able to learn whether or not it was connected to the Immortals’ Sword House.

Su Yi shook his head, then gave the matter no further thought.

“Fellow Daoist Su!” An excited, joyful voice emanated from afar.

The power of the formation churned, and a whirlpool-like portal appeared. Ning Sihua emerged from within it, a huge smile on her clear, youthful features.

“I said it, didn’t I? I just knew nothing would happen to you, young lord!”

“This is wonderful!”

Immediately afterward, Cha Jin and Wen Lingxue charged out as well.

Cha Jin had gotten thinner. She wore a pale green dress, and her long dark hair was tied up. Her skin was snowy, her figure elegant.

When she saw Su Yi standing upright on the surface of the sea, with no sign of injuries, she looked utterly delighted.

Wen Lingxue, meanwhile, could no longer suppress her excitement. She rushed over to him, like a swallow returning to its nest, and hugged him tight.

She was as pretty as a painting, delicate and charming, just as she’d been before.

However, when she embraced Su Yi, her bright eyes were misty with tears. “Big Brother Su Yi, you’re alright! That’s wonderful! That’s just wonderful….”

The young woman was too excited to even speak coherently.

Cha Jin had felt the impulse to rush to Su Yi too, but when she saw this, she held back. She knew full well that Su Yi doted on Wen Lingxue most of all.

“Alright, alright. Everything’s okay now.” Su Yi gently patted Wen Lingxue on the back, his expression gentle.?She must have been worried sick just now. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have lost her composure like this.

When he looked at Cha Jin and Ning Sihua, he couldn’t help but smile.

He’d returned after a long absence, but those close to him were alive and well. That was truly cause for celebration.

However…

When he recalled Ying Que’s death, much of Su Yi’s delight instantly faded.

“Everyone, wait here for a moment.” Su Yi then walked toward a nearby stretch of ocean.

Whoosh~

He reached out and scooped the air. The two enormous halves of Ying Que’s body shot out from beneath the waves.

When he saw the densely-packed fist imprints and cuts on the flood dragon’s body, Su Yi’s eyes shone with a hint of sorrow.

His and Ying Que’s bond wasn’t particularly deep.

They’d only met once before, at Broken Dragon Cliff, when he helped Ying Que clear up his heart demon.

Su Yi wouldn’t have guessed that the flood dragon would be this righteous or loyal. He’d defended this place, unwilling to retreat even if it killed him!

“It’s thanks to Senior Ying Que that we kept Chu Xiu and his subordinates out of the ruins all this time, but now, he…” Ning Sihua paused here. She sighed, her expression bleak.

Cha Jin and Wen Lingxue fell silent too.

When they took in his battered, blood-smeared corpse, they felt grief and sadness course through their hearts.

After a moment’s silence, Su Yi stretched out his divine sense and examined Ying Que’s remains.

The flood dragon’s injuries were far too grave. His innards had been shattered, and no life force remained in his blood or flesh.

Su Yi’s heart sank.

If he’d arrived even just ten minutes earlier, this would never have happened!

Just as Su Yi was about to withdraw his divine sense, he paused.

There was a cracked, crimson yao core in Ying Que’s head. It was here that he kept his cultivation base.

Although Ying Que’s core was cracked, Su Yi could sense a faint awareness within it!

Su Yi let out a long breath of turbid air, then smiled.

He completely relaxed.

Ying Que’s injuries were so severe that perhaps not even gods or immortals could have saved him.

However, they couldn’t stop Su Xuanjun!

Ning Sihua keenly detected the change in Su Yi’s expression, and he couldn’t help but say, “Fellow Daoist Su, don’t tell me you can save Senior Ying Que?”

Cha Jin and Wen Lingxue were stunned. Both of them subconsciously glanced at Su Yi.

“Just watch,” said Su Yi with a laugh. He flipped his palm, taking out a bottle made of lamb suet-like jade. As soon as he removed the cap, misty, flowing golden light burst forth. It was a beautiful sight.

All three women couldn’t help but look at it. A dense life force assailed their senses. Even just breathing it in left them feeling energized. It was unbelievable!

There were three drops of blood sealed within the jade bottle: Ice Soul Gold Blood. Su Yi had obtained them from A’Cang back in the Ninth Star Ruin.

A’Cang was a Xiantian Ice Jade Spirit born of the Origins of the Azure, and she had innate control over Ice Soul divine power. Her fresh blood was known as “Ice Jade Gold Blood”, and they said it could bring back the dead and restore flesh to white bone.

Even in the Nine Provinces of the Wilds, Ice Jade Gold Blood was a treasure that could be found by chance but not sought. Even in peak-level orthodoxies, they’d only use it when their most important experts were fatally injured.

Of course, although Su Yi had taken three drops of A’Cang’s blood, he’d taught her a supreme cultivation technique perfectly suited for Xiantian Spirits. This reward was far more precious to her than three drops of blood.

Now, Su Yi had chosen to take out a drop of Ice Soul Gold Blood to save Ying Que!

“Condense!”

Su Yi raised his hands, and the two halves of Ying Que’s body slowly merged.

Then, a single drop of Ice Soul Gold Blood flew out of the jade bottle. Su Yi tapped it with his fingertip.

Kccch!

The blood split like a broken water droplet, transforming into glittering golden bloody mist and surging into Ying Que’s body.

Ning Sihua, Wen Lingxue, and Cha Jin watched on in astonishment. After just a few breaths of time, Ying QUe’s wounds knit together and disappeared. The fist imprints and cuts disappeared into thin air.

He was as good as new.

Then, under the guidance of Su Yi’s divine sense, the power of the Ice Soul Gold Blood rebuilt Ying Que’s shattered organs, tendons, bones, and flesh…

This unbelievable recovery made even Su Yi smile in satisfaction.

This really was Ice Soul Gold Blood, a supreme life-saving treasure in the eyes of cultivators!

Even in the top orthodoxies of the Nine Provinces of the Wilds, Ice Soul Gold Blood was a nigh-unobtainable life-saving Grand Dao Elixir!

Whoosh~

Before long, Ying Que’s massive frame surged with waves of life force. His scales and flesh were thoroughly rejuvenated and brimming with power.

“Did you just… bring back the dead?” Ning Sihua and the others’ eyes widened in astonishment. All of them looked bewildered.

This was far too unbelievable. They’d originally thought that Ying Que was dead, and they’d already started grieving him. Who’d have thought that Su Yi could bring him back?

Methods of this level were unquestionably far too unbelievable.

“No, Ying Que hadn’t truly passed away. A remnant of his soul and awareness remained. That’s why I could use the Ice Soul Blood Gold to bring him back,” said Su Yi. “If that weren’t the case, even with my abilities, there would have been nothing I could do.”

No matter how heaven-defying the Ice Soul Blood Gold was, it couldn't bridge the gap between life and death.

They said it could bring back the dead and restore flesh to white bone, but that was an exaggeration.

“Big Brother Su Yi, when will Senior Ying Que wake up?” Wen Lingxue couldn’t help but ask.

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“That depends on when his soul recovers,” said Su Yi. “Come on, let’s enter the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and lifted Ying Que’s enormous body.

Ning Sihua promptly led the way ahead.

Before long, the entire group disappeared from the ocean.

It was the twenty-sixth day of the eleventh lunar month.

Su Yi left Bloodthistle Yao Mountain and arrived at the Sea of Chaotic Spirits. Then, before the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House, he slew Elder Chu Xiu of the Celestial Prison Demon Court, his subordinates, and Qing Luo. Then, he scared off the yao sword, Divine Misfortune!

Later that same day, Su Yi used Ice Soul Golden Blood to save Ying Que, and he was reunited with his old friends.

However, although not even Su Yi knew it, he’d already wiped out practically every Celestial Prison Demon Court cultivator who’d crossed over from the Xuandu Continent!

It was also on that day that a group of mortal martial artists searched the scattered islands of the Sea of Chaotic Spirits for good fortune.

Suddenly, a peerless yao sword descended from the heavens, slaughtering everyone but a gray-robed teenager.

“Child, what do you call yourself?” Silver radiance flowed around the sword hovering silently in front of a gray-robed youth.

The youth’s heart and mind shook, and his gaze was hollow. He replied woodenly, “Wang Liu.”

“You’re wrong. Your name is Qing Luo,” said an icy, dignified voice from within the blade. “Remember: from this day forth, you are this lofty one’s servant. I’ll grant you legacies and cultivation techniques. In exchange, all you have to do is survive until the descent of the Radiant Epoch…”

As his voice reverberated through the air, the yao sword disappeared in a flash and shot into the gray-robed youth’s spinal column.

The youth’s face contorted in agony, and he trembled repeatedly. His entire body was drenched in sweat.

Some time later, the youth straightened his back. His eyes were deep and distant, like twin whirlpools shining with traces of silver light.

Then, he furrowed his brow. “Strange. Why is it that all I remember is my name, Qing Luo? Why can’t I remember my past at all?”