If One Becomes an Immortal, There May Be a Way to Reverse Life and Death

Amid the wind and snow, a middle-aged couple trudged home through the storm. Judging by their appearance, they seemed to be physicians returning from house calls.

"Oh my, whose child is this? Where are her parents?"

The woman was startled when she saw the little girl lying outside the door. She hurried forward and picked her up.

"She's burning up!" The moment the woman held the little girl in her arms, her hands were scalded.

The middle-aged man walked over and touched the little girl's forehead, his expression changing at once. "She has a terrible fever. If this continues, the child won't live long!"

The woman rushed into the house with the little girl in her arms, while the lotus-patterned bed curtains rustled in the cold wind.

The middle-aged man took silver needles from the medicine box he carried, but the instant they touched the girl's skin, he was shocked to see their tips turn red—the heat was not from a fever, but the Demonic Flame surging from the depths of her bloodline.

"Dear, the needles..." Before the woman could finish, the silver needles had melted into a puddle of molten iron.

Fortunately, perhaps because little Mu Lingxian felt the warmth of that embrace and found comfort in her heart, the heat emanating from her body gradually faded.

In the end, since no one came to claim her, the couple adopted her and named her Mu Lingxian.

Her adoptive father was a renowned physician in the city, specializing in treating the poor for free. He was held in extremely high esteem.

Her adoptive father taught her to read, and as he held her adoptive mother, the family of three lived in perfect harmony.

If she had been an ordinary person, that happiness would have continued forever.

The fragments of memory began to twist, time stretching onward. Before she knew it, little Mu Lingxian was nearly ten years old.

Su Bai saw little Mu Lingxian chasing butterflies in the courtyard, her fingertips accidentally brushing against a locust tree.

The withered yellow leaves suddenly ignited in scarlet flames. Tongues of fire shot up the trunk toward the clouds, and by the time her adoptive parents rushed over with buckets of water, the ancient tree had already become a charred black skeleton.

This was the first time the Demonic Flame in her body had gone out of control. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

That incident clearly terrified her. From then on, she became withdrawn and distant from everyone, staying alone. She did not even dare approach her adoptive parents.

She did not want to hurt anyone.

After the first loss of control, the Demonic Flame within her had become increasingly difficult to restrain.

The second time, the third time, the fourth time...

Each occurrence came more frequently than the last, and each was more powerful than the last.

"You're a monster!"

"You'll get everyone killed like this!"

"Get out..."

Every time the Demonic Flame went out of control, chaos followed. Everyone nearby feared her, and they even banded together to drive her away.

Her adoptive parents withstood all the pressure and kept her, but she could no longer go outside. She could only remain at home by herself.

She could only climb onto the courtyard wall and watch the world outside, watch the laughter and joy of others, watch people's happiness, while she could only hide in a corner and lick her own wounds.

She longed to become one of them, but that was simply impossible!

She was a harbinger of disaster, a demon, fit only to scrape out a wretched existence in a sunless world of darkness, never able to see the light.

Because her adoptive parents had to go out and treat patients every day, sometimes returning only late at night, they had less and less time to spend with her.

But what was meant to come would come in the end.

When she was sixteen, a great fire devoured everything—devoured her home...

Reality and illusion overlapped at that moment. Mu Lingxian stared at the blaze before her, her face white as tears burst from her eyes. She cried out in heart-rending anguish, "No..."

"Don't be afraid." Su Bai reached out and touched the flames within the memory, golden runes flowing across his palm.

The Demonic Flame that should have reduced the house to ashes suddenly became as gentle as silk, winding around his fingers.

The spiritual world shattered at that moment. Mu Lingxian still stood on the fifty-ninth step, while Su Bai had somehow appeared on the sixtieth.

"I now understand your past. Join my Heavenly Dao Sect, and I will teach you how to control that flame, so that it will never hurt anyone again. It may even become your aid."

Su Bai's voice drifted over slowly.

Mu Lingxian looked up at Su Bai. Every move this immortal made had filled her with overwhelming shock. She had never seen such a powerful being.

In those years, her adoptive father had also taken her to seek out immortals, hoping they could suppress the flames within her body, but every one of them had merely shaken their heads.

The truth was, in the instant her parents died, she had died as well.

Because there was no longer anyone in this world whom she cared about.

Yet after witnessing Su Bai's many divine abilities, a faint spark of hope ignited once more in her heart.

She took another step forward, truly setting foot on the sixtieth step.

That step meant she had not only passed the Heavenly Dao Sect's trial, but also that she was willing to join the Heavenly Dao Sect!

And her footsteps still did not stop. She continued toward higher levels.

The sixty-first step, the sixty-second step, the sixty-third step...

Scenes from her childhood emerged in her mind as well.

"Daddy, what are you reading?"

"Daddy's reading medical books!"

"Mommy said that studying medicine can save lots and lots of people. Is that true?"

"Medicine is a very great profession. Your daddy has already saved many people. What, does little Lingxian want to learn too?"

"Mhm, mhm! When I grow up, I want to become a respected physician like Daddy!"

The seventy-first step, the seventy-second step, the seventy-third step...

"Mommy, they all say I'm a harbinger of disaster. Sob... sob... am I really a harbinger of disaster?"

"How could little Lingxian be a harbinger of disaster? Don't listen to them."

"But, but I have strange flames on my body. No one dares play with me."

"Isn't Mommy here to play with you?"

"But they're all afraid of me..."

"Little Lingxian is the best-behaved child! Can little Lingxian stop crying now?"

"Mhm..."

The eightieth step!

At that moment, Mu Lingxian had actually reached the eightieth step!

In other words, her loyalty to the Heavenly Dao Sect had reached the exceptionally high mark of eighty!

Moreover, this did not seem to be her limit yet!

Because she had merely stopped here; it was not that she could not climb any further.

"Immortal Master, is it true that powerful immortals can bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh upon white bones?"

Mu Lingxian looked at Su Bai and asked.

Su Bai gave a slight nod. "That is correct. Once your strength reaches a certain realm, there is only what you cannot imagine, not what you cannot accomplish."

Upon hearing this answer, an inexplicable conviction rose within Mu Lingxian's heart. "Can the dead truly be resurrected?"

Su Bai neither nodded nor shook his head. Instead, he gazed toward the lofty heavens.

Resurrecting the dead was no longer something that could be described by ordinary reason.

At the very least, realms such as Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation could not accomplish it.

But that did not mean higher realms could not!

"If one becomes immortal, perhaps there will be a way to reverse life and death. By then, even time and space will be unable to stop you," Su Bai said slowly.

A smile appeared on Mu Lingxian's face as she murmured, "Daddy, Mommy, little Lingxian will definitely bring you back to life."

Then she climbed onto the eighty-first step and knelt before Su Bai, kowtowing.

"Master above, please accept this disciple's bow."