Reincarnation of the Dead

Ning Fengzhi frowned and then looked toward where Ning Chen had fallen.

He walked over, crouched down, and checked his neck and breathing. There had long been no sign of life.

Ning Fengzhi rose to his feet and sighed as he looked at Ning Chen's body.

Although Ning Chen's innate Soul Power had only been half a level, causing him to give up on him early, he was still his son.

Watching his own son die so carelessly, Ning Fengzhi would be lying if he said he felt nothing.

Especially after he had learned the full story from Ning Rongrong before coming here.

Knowing that Ning Chen's death was inseparably linked to Ning Rongrong made his feelings all the more complicated.

No matter what, for an older brother to die at his younger sister's hands would be a tremendous joke in the entire Soul Master World.

"Rongrong went too far this time. She must be properly disciplined!" Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened.

"Fengzhi, this... sigh..."

Gu Rong had instinctively wanted to defend Ning Rongrong, but when the words reached his lips, he ultimately could not say them.

These were three lives, all direct-line disciples who had awakened the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. This was not some ordinary childish scuffle.

"Let's not talk about Rongrong for now. How do you plan to deal with this?" Gu Rong changed the subject.

Ning Fengzhi was troubled as well.

In the Soul Master World, talent reigned supreme. Ning Rongrong was not only the child of the woman he loved most, but also possessed innate Level Nine Soul Power, a rarity seen only once every several centuries within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

It was widely known that, from ancient times to the present, no Support-type Soul Master had ever possessed innate full Soul Power. Ning Rongrong's innate Level Nine Soul Power alone placed her at the pinnacle among Support-type Soul Masters.

No one in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could compare to such talent. Thus, from the moment Ning Rongrong awakened her Martial Soul, Ning Fengzhi had already decided that she would be the future school master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to remove Ning Rongrong from this scandal.

Looking at Ning Chen's corpse, Ning Fengzhi could only sigh inwardly.

Ning Chen might have been his son, and his Martial Soul might have been the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but he had only possessed half a level of innate Soul Power.

Furthermore, he had cultivated for two whole years without even breaking through to Level Ten.

If Ning Fengzhi had to choose between Ning Rongrong and Ning Chen, he would only choose Ning Rongrong and abandon Ning Chen.

What was more, Ning Chen was already dead and had completely lost all value. Ning Fengzhi was even less likely to let Ning Rongrong bear the stigma of killing her brother for Ning Chen's sake.

So, I'm sorry, Chen...

Having sat securely as the master of one of the Upper Three Sects for so many years, Ning Fengzhi had never been an indecisive man.

Once he made up his mind, his gaze became resolute.

"Rongrong's talent is unmatched in a century. She has long been the unquestionable heir to the position of school master. I absolutely cannot allow her to bear the stigma of killing her brother!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Gu Rong. "Uncle Gu, what do you think?"

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Gu Rong quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He had no direct descendants and had long treated Ning Rongrong as his own granddaughter.

"Fengzhi, just say the word. That old sword bastard and I will definitely stand by your side."

Gu Rong's words gave Ning Fengzhi even more confidence.

As long as Gu Rong and Chen Xin remained firmly on his side, there was nothing in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School that he feared.

"At dusk, Rongrong and the others went looking for Chen to play. By chance, they encountered a wandering Fallen Soul Master in this dense forest."

Ning Fengzhi spoke calmly and methodically. "To protect Rongrong, Chen and two Inner Disciples of the school fought desperately to hold him back.

"Only when the school deacon arrived was the Fallen Soul Master driven away.

"But because of that, the three school disciples paid with their lives."

"A Fallen Soul Master?"

Gu Rong nodded. "It's a little far-fetched, but it will have to do."

As he spoke, he seemed to recall something else. "What about the remaining four children? How will you deal with them?"

"Make sure they memorize this story and do not make any mistakes. Otherwise, they can keep Chen company."

Ning Fengzhi's gaze was cold.

Although Ning Rongrong had been the direct cause of Ning Chen's and the two Inner Disciples' deaths, the others were not entirely unrelated to it either.

Ning Chen, in particular, was his son. Ning Fengzhi could treat him however he wished, but no one else could.

Thus, Ning Fengzhi had long ago sentenced them to death in his heart.

Those four disciples had luckily escaped this disaster, but Ning Fengzhi had already made up his mind. There was no way he would allow them to remain safely within the school.

Fallen Soul Masters were indeed a good excuse. Being killed by a Fallen Soul Master was better than dying for betraying the school.

This was the greatest mercy Ning Fengzhi could offer the four of them.

"Uncle Gu, take Chen's body away. Give him a proper burial. It can be considered the last thing I can do for him as his father."

Ning Fengzhi sighed, then looked at the corpses of the other two Inner Disciples. "As for those two, leave them here to feed the wild beasts."

Mirror-like spatial ripples appeared once more, and Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Ning Chen's corpse vanished from the spot.

Ning Fengzhi acted swiftly and decisively. After returning to the school, he handled all the aftermath overnight.

First, he defined the incident as an accident and blamed the deaths of the three school disciples on it.

He also issued a massive bounty for a nonexistent Evil Soul Master.

The four Inner Disciples who had fled early were sent by Ning Fengzhi, under various pretexts, to remote towns in the Two Great Empires.

As for whether any accidents might happen on their way out of the school afterward, Ning Fengzhi could not guarantee that.

Ning Rongrong also received her first confinement since birth. She was forbidden from leaving her residence for one month.

Ning Rongrong knew that she had caused a huge disaster this time, so she unusually did not resist.

Of the three deceased school disciples, Ning Chen was buried overnight in the cemetery of the school's main lineage. As for the other two, Ning Fengzhi simply brushed them off by saying their bodies had not been found.

Late at night, in the remote and desolate burial grounds of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a newly raised grave mound was actually shaking without stop.

Faint hissing sounds continuously came from within the grave, making it seem rather eerie beneath the cold moonlight.

At last, a pale left hand struggled out of the burial soil.

If a timid person had seen this bizarre scene, they would likely have fainted on the spot.

Yet after the pale left hand emerged from the soil, it did not stop moving. Instead, it began struggling even more fiercely.

It dug away all the surrounding earth, and gradually, a thin young figure crawled laboriously out of the grave.

Exhausted from the immense drain on his strength, he collapsed across the grave and greedily gulped down air.

Only after recovering a little strength did he rise from the grave and walk to the path before the tombstone.

The first thing he did was curse loudly. "Which bastard did this? I only got drunk, so who the fuck buried me?!"