Live Another Life

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Seeing that no one spoke, Xu Yuelong knew that everyone had misunderstood, so he waved his hand.

"They're not that powerful. After they came back to life, their overall strength dropped by nearly 30%, especially their reaction speed, which became very sluggish, and they had no reaction to pain."

So it's definitely not a true resurrection; it's more like something borrowed their bodies and stood up again.

Upon hearing this, instead of relaxing, everyone became even more tense.

Ran Zhongshi pressed for an answer.

"Are you sure it was a resurrection after death, or just recovery from serious injuries?"

Martial Master arts practitioners are incredibly resilient; even if their heads are severed, they can survive for a while.

The same applies to Grandmaster. As long as their heads aren't crushed by someone's foot and can be reattached in time with Healing Pill, survival isn't a big problem.

At most, the wound will ache every year on rainy days.

If those two Grandmaster, on the verge of death from serious injury, were to draw upon the life force of other followers to restore themselves to a considerable degree, it wouldn't be entirely incomprehensible.

Disappointingly, Xu Yuelong shook his head, giving a negative answer.

He was holding onto a white cloth in front of him, which shimmered with seven-colored light and was clearly not an ordinary item. Inside the cloth was a knife-shaped weapon.

Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Blade?

Liang Qu thought of the two Martial Saint Profound Weapon that Xiang Fangsu had mentioned earlier.

One of the weapons belonged to the newly crowned Martial Saint who had recently Grand Feast for the World, so it's likely that weapon was with Wei Lin.

"Even if we were mistaken, the Martial Saint Profound Weapon wouldn't be like that. The Mystic Weapon is an extension of the Martial Saint and eye. From falling down to standing up, it was definitely real..."

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Yang Dongxiong pressed down on Xu Yuelong's shoulder.

Xu Yuelong looked up and found that all the other Martial Master outside the circle had pricked up their ears, trying to find out what was going on.

The fact that two Grandmaster had come back from the dead even shook him to his core, let alone ordinary Martial Artist.

It would undermine morale.

"I'm so tired today. Even with the help of Xuanbing, I'm still on edge."

The Grandmaster's vitality is truly vigorous. I never expected the Ghost Mother Sect to possess such an evil ability, extracting the life force of others for its own use to heal injuries.

Everyone should hurry back and rest. The strange occurrences on the island won't disappear anytime soon, and we might have to stay on the ship for a few days before we can come back and clean up the mess.

The registration of credits will take a few days; we ask for your understanding.

Xu Yuelong gave a useless laugh, and the group silently continued towards the Islet Island.

The Broad-bellied Ark and the multi-story ship met at the edge of the Islet Region.

Upon learning that they would need to stay for some time, the soldiers in charge of guarding the ship found a suitable spot with suitable water levels to moor the ship. They then went Shang An to clear the dense forest on the nearby islands to create a temporary base and settle the wounded.

The ship's doctor, carrying splints and cloths, treated the wounded one by one, administering healing Healing Pill, setting up dislocated bones, and pulling the seriously injured back from the brink of death.

As dawn broke, wisps of blue light burst forth from the horizon.

Liang Qu took a bath in the Great Marsh, changed his clothes, and went to the top floor of the ship's tower.

In the center of the hall, there were several low tables, which were filled with food of all kinds, many of which were medicinal dishes.

Liang Qu looked around and sat down next to Xiang Fangsu.

Xiang Fangsu shifted her position, making room for him, and pointed to the casserole dish on the table.

"The radish and mutton stew is quite good, have a taste."

"Good."

It is said that there are four iron bonds in life: fighting together, studying together, sharing spoils together, and using guns together.

There's a reason why carrying a gun is ranked first; nothing strengthens bonds more than being comrades-in-arms.

The battle was arduous, Liang Qu was starving. He couldn't afford to talk to anyone; he just wanted to eat something to fill his stomach.

After he arrived, Ran Zhongshi and others, along with several high-ranking Demon Subduing Division, also made their own preparations and rushed over.

Count the heads; a few are missing.

This operation involves a numerical advantage over a numerical disadvantage, making it a generally advantageous matchup.

The Ghost Mother Sect has a total of Wolf Smoke twenty members, while Xu Yuelong's side has roughly the same number. If you include Wei Lin's side, which represents the total number of experts in the River Conservancy Office, plus the Demon Subduing Division, that's a fourfold difference. Even if there are some gaps in their deployment, they are minimal.

Perhaps he was injured and went back to rest early, so the chances of him dying are slim.

The lords send their sons here to gamble on Fugui future; what this small branch is fighting against is not simply the River Conservancy Office and the Demon Subduing Division.

At least this time the Ghost Mother Sect was thoroughly investigated, and Liang Qu didn't really believe that the group of marquises hadn't provided any assistance.

When everyone arrived and they inquired again about the Ghost Mother Cult Master's resurrection, Xu Yuelong, who was at the head of the group, reiterated his point of view.

Sui Hongyan and Yang Dongxiong nodded in agreement.

It is indeed "death first, then life," and the feeling of the vital energy being cut off in between is not wrong.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

A high-ranking Demon Subduing Division exclaimed in disbelief, "Even if it is 'evil,' to be resurrected from the dead is just too 'evil'! The Ghost Mother Sect must have expanded upon the 'remnant' in some way!"

"Ordinary evil creatures could never achieve this level of skill!"

"It's a pity that not even a tongue was left. The people who were left alive before are all dead now. It was a good way to kill two birds with one stone."

"The 'residues' afterward are varied, but I've never even heard of anything that could bring someone back to life."

"No, it's not like this hasn't happened before."

Ran Zhongshi stroked his chin and muttered something to himself. When he looked up, he found that everyone present was looking at him, so he quickly said something.

"I forgot which book I read it in, but I remember that there was once a Martial Saint who died of old age, having lived for more than eight hundred years."

The 'residue' he left behind after his death carried a strong sense of resentment. When his descendants were cleaning up his body, they unexpectedly discovered this strong 'residue,' and then this 'residue' suddenly took over the Martial Saint's body and brought him back to life.

His daily life and the content of his memories were no different from those of the Martial Saint in his previous life.

Under these circumstances, he lived for another sixty years, bringing his total lifespan to over nine hundred years! I've forgotten some of the specific details, but that's the general idea.

I was only twelve or thirteen years old when I first saw that story. I showed it to my father, who said it was a fabrication by country folk about the power of the Martial Saint.

I believed what my father said at the time, but looking at things today, it might not have been a lie after all.

Everyone was astonished; the world is full of wonders.

Reborn from the "residue" left behind after death, and behaving no different from before death?

Ke Wenbin asked, "But is the one who has come back to life truly still that Martial Saint?"

The "remnants" left after the death of the Martial Saint are, in the end, just an obsession, a single thought.

Its will was so strong that it could survive even after leaving its physical body and leave a mark on the world.

Some "residues" can remain on objects, and clearly, the body of this Martial Saint is the object on which "residues" remain.

Ran Zhongshi shook his head. "I don't know, but that descendant of the Martial Saint insists that he was the Martial Saint."

Yes, how can we not persevere?

Lineage with Martial Saint and Lineage without Martial Saint are completely different concepts.

Regardless of the truth, he has to be.

Sui Hongyan asked, "What happened to that Lineage afterward? Was there any word on the situation?"

"It's not written in the book," Ran Zhongshi replied, but after thinking for a moment, he changed his mind, "It's also possible that I didn't read it because I thought the second half was not interesting."

Xu Yuelong asked, "Can you still find that book you were reading back then? What was it called?"

Ran Zhongshi frowned. "I can't remember whether I saw it in the clan school or at home. I can only write a letter to my father and ask him to send someone to look for it. I can't guarantee whether we can find it."

Xu Yuelong said, "Go ahead and look for it."

"Good."

Ran Zhongshi agreed.

After exchanging views for a while about the gains and losses of the Ghost Mother Sect today, everyone went back to rest.

After a night of hard work, everyone was exhausted.