#293 - Requires a Saint-level treasure

The most majestic city gate in the Great Zhou capital was undoubtedly the East Gate.

It was teeming with people.

The usual bustling crowds had all stopped, gazing at the bloodied figure suspended from the city gate, offering their opinions and criticisms.

"You bunch of treacherous commoners, ants! All of you shut your mouths, shut up!"

He Jianyun roared hoarsely, but his voice was weak and raspy, lacking any authority.

Even ordinary mortals now disregarded his threats.

Many even pelted him with rotten eggs.

The Great River Sword Sect, once high and mighty, its disciples used to lord over the Great Zhou capital, committing numerous acts of bullying and oppression, inciting anger but stifled voices.

Now, the Great River Sword Sect had fallen from grace, no longer the untouchable entity it once was.

Even He Jianyun, the sect leader, was now reviled by everyone.

"He Jianyun, you've lived your life to such a point; don't you feel pathetic?"

Jun Wuxie stood in the air before the city gate, coldly observing He Jianyun's miserable end, and said, "How does it feel to be in this state, wanting to live but unable to, wanting to die but unable to?"

"Jun Wuxie, you will not die a good death! You will not die a good death! You destroyed my sect; I will haunt you even as a ghost! The Kaitian Sword Sect will surely destroy your sect, the King's Academy, and you will die even more miserably than I!"

He Jianyun roared, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

He was hanging from the city gate, covered in blood, his bones shattered by Jun Wuxie, his true energy sealed, unable to circulate it actively, only passively consuming it to maintain his life functions, making suicide impossible.

The intense pain in his body made him wish he were dead, and the humiliation in his heart felt like a thousand arrows piercing him!

He had never imagined that he would end up in such a state.

To be humiliated like this, wanting to die but unable to, wanting to live but unable to!

Pain and despair gnawed at his heart.

"He Jianyun, actually, watching you rage impotently, forced to humiliatingly await death, is quite interesting."

Jun Wuxie finished speaking, smiled faintly, and turned to leave.

"You…"

He Jianyun, consumed by anger, spat out a mouthful of blood and nearly fainted.

When Jun Wuxie returned to King's Peak, the sect was draped with white cloth strips, filled with an atmosphere of grief.

Besides the sect members and the women around him, Emperor Ji Liufeng of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Eighth Prince Ji Beilan, and Steward Su Lan of Juba斋 were present.

Many carriages were parked at the foot of the mountain.

The carriages were marked with white "Dian (奠)" characters.

These carriages were used by the royal family and Su Lan to transport coffins.

In front of the main hall, hundreds of high-quality coffins were neatly arranged.

The heads of the disciples who had died throughout the sect's history were placed inside.

Old Jiu stood before the coffins, silent, with tears in his eyes.

Everyone stood behind him in silence, mourning.

"After so many years, today we finally bring you back to the sect. The sect is sorry for you. You were all good people, and you shouldn't have met such an end…"

Old Jiu's voice was choked with sobs as he tremblingly stroked the coffins.

Xu Daoling and Kongxu squatted on the ground, burning paper money, their eyes red.

Jun Wuxie stepped forward and silently burned some paper money.

Facing these dead senior brothers and sisters, they didn't know what to say.

If they were aware in the afterlife, seeing the sect's revival and the destruction of the Great River Sword Sect would surely be their greatest comfort.

"Old Jiu, has the burial site been chosen?"

Jun Wuxie stood up and asked.

Old Jiu nodded, "I plan to bury them in the sect's forbidden area, so that when our King's Academy flourishes in the future, the disciples can pay their respects every year!"

"Good!"

Jun Wuxie nodded, agreeing with Old Jiu's decision, "How is Uncle Niao doing?"

"Young Master, rest assured, his life functions are currently stable," Lingfei said.

"Wuxie, don't be too sad…"

Ji Liufeng stepped forward and patted Jun Wuxie's shoulder, unsure how to comfort him. The King's Academy's ordeal was truly tragic.

Although the blood feud had been avenged and the Great River Sword Sect destroyed, it could only alleviate the hatred in their hearts, but it was difficult to erase the sorrow.

"Brother-in-law."

Ji Beilan stepped forward and gave Jun Wuxie a hug.

"I'm fine."

Jun Wuxie took a deep breath and said, "Since things have come to this, adding to the grief is useless. What we can do is ensure that our senior brothers and sisters rest in peace, and then find a way to reconstruct Uncle Niao's limbs!"

Speaking of which, he paused and asked, "Where is Shiniang's coffin?"

"Your Shiniang still retains a wisp of her soul, and Qianshan is unwilling to bury her…"

Old Jiu explained the situation of He Qingyun in detail, all of which Uncle Niao had told him.

Jun Wuxie trembled with anger upon hearing this!

He Jianyun, that beast, had actually planted a soul-sustaining seed in Shiniang's sea of consciousness, suspending a wisp of her soul, causing her to endure torment and suffering every second of every year!

"Wuxie, find an opportunity to persuade your Uncle Niao. His persistence will only cause Qingyun more pain…"

Old Jiu said in a deep voice.

Jun Wuxie thought for a moment and said, "Shiniang's current situation shouldn't be considered true death. If I were Uncle Niao, I wouldn't give up! If we give up on Shiniang, and Uncle Niao is in such a state, he's afraid he will lose all hope and desire for life!"

"But…"

Jun Wuxie interrupted Old Jiu and looked at Lingfei, saying, "Given Shiniang's current state, is there a way to revive her?"

Revive her?

Except for Lingfei and Yue Yao, everyone here stared at Jun Wuxie in disbelief.

After decades, with only a remnant soul remaining, essentially the same as being long dead, how could she be revived?

They had never heard of such a thing!

But Jun Wuxie knew that there were too many things in this world beyond ordinary people's understanding. A wisp of soul not extinguished might truly be revived, and Shiniang's own realm was not high, so the difficulty of revival would not be so great.

Lingfei was silent for a moment, then said, "Revival is possible, but it is very difficult, and the hope is very slim. Moreover, it will be difficult to achieve in the short term. Her main soul has long since dissipated, equivalent to being dead."

"However, I have heard that there is a Netherworld in this world. All departed souls eventually return to the Netherworld. If her main soul can be brought back from the Netherworld, there may be a chance of revival. But these are all rumors and have not been confirmed. Whether there is a true Netherworld and where the Netherworld is located are unknown…"

"The legend of the Netherworld may be true. Cultivating to a certain realm, it's not impossible to understand the existence of that level."

Yue Yao, who had been silent all along, spoke, "However, the legendary Netherworld is not the same as the rumored Netherworld in the mortal world. The real Netherworld should be an extremely powerful world, possessing the power to gather souls, which is why the souls of the deceased from all realms enter that world…"

Old Jiu and the others were dumbfounded when they heard these words. They were hearing such secrets for the first time.

"Then, now we only need to keep Shiniang's remnant soul from being extinguished, and in the future, there will be hope to revive her! However, using a soul-sustaining seed to suspend the remnant soul will cause the remnant soul to feel the pain of the physical body. How can this be resolved?"

Jun Wuxie looked at Yue Yao and Lingfei.

Here, only they had the most extensive knowledge and understood the most.

Lingfei looked at Yue Yao and then said, "Only by immersing her physical body in a Life Spring with a purity of 10% can the death energy be slowly dispelled, allowing the physical body to regenerate and gradually reduce the pain…"

"Life Spring with a purity of 10%?"

Old Jiu's lips trembled. Such purity is rare to see in ten thousand years!

Su Xiaoxiao added, "The grade of Life Spring with such purity should have just reached the Saint-level, which is extremely rare…"

Speaking of which, she paused slightly and said, "If Uncle Mu's limbs are to be reconstructed, a little of this purity of Life Spring water is also needed. In addition, three quasi-Saint-level treasures of heaven and earth are needed: Bone-Growing Flower, Flesh Spirit Mushroom, and Spiritual Marrow Fluid…"

Jun Wuxie was a little surprised. Why would such high-grade treasures be needed?

Seeming to see his doubts, Lingfei transmitted her voice, saying, "When Yue Yao reconstructed her heart, she had a One-Heart Divine Herb as the foundation in her body."

Old Jiu sighed heavily. Hearing that these treasures of heaven and earth were needed, he knew that Mu Qianshan would probably find it difficult to stand and walk again in this lifetime…

If it was only one type, Jun Wuxie might be able to find it in the future with his abilities, but to gather so many Saint-level and quasi-Saint-level treasures is simply like a fantasy.

Even those Dominator-level forces, with ten thousand years of inheritance, probably couldn't gather these things!

"I understand. No matter what is needed, I will definitely make Uncle Niao stand up again!"

Jun Wuxie looked at Old Jiu, whose eyes were dim, and said, "Leave Uncle Niao's matter to me. Old Jiu, you only need to focus on developing the sect in the future. Believe me, I can do it!"

Old Jiu's lips trembled, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn't say it, only nodding heavily.

"Where is it possible for these kinds of treasures to be born?"

Jun Wuxie pondered secretly. He now needed to inquire about such news, and regarding these, perhaps only the high-level members of the Dominator-level forces would know.

Who to ask?

He couldn't help but think of one person in his mind.

Yan Qingcheng!

After all, inquiring about treasures of this grade would definitely attract attention and suspicion, and even be secretly plotted against.

Yan Qingcheng would not harm him and could be trusted.