In the luxurious private ward, Mu Lianxi recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For the first time since Mu Lianxi had been unconscious for two days, he opened his eyes.

Mu's parents wept with joy. The doctor hurriedly examined him and then questioned the meaning of life.

What a medical miracle!

Seeing that the others were also getting better, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the Chen family remained shrouded in sorrow and despair.

Inside the mourning hall, Young Master Chen lay quietly.

After the farewell ceremony, the body will be cremated, leaving only ashes in the world.

Chen's mother cried until her tears ran dry. Hearing that everyone else was getting better, she punched her husband in frustration: "Why, why is it only Qianming who is like this?"

"He's still so young." In the quiet mourning hall, only Chen's mother's broken sobs could be heard.

As Li Jianshan left with the Three Pure Ones, he finally remembered something he had forgotten.

In this incident, Chen Qianming died.

Chen Qianming was the youngest, only seventeen or eighteen years old. He didn't get along with them. He was just someone else's kid, and supposedly did well on the college entrance exam and was about to go to the highest university for further studies.

He suddenly felt dejected. "Chen Qianming is dead. He's gone."

His voice was so low that you couldn't hear it unless he put it right next to his mouth. Of course, he wouldn't dare complain even if you gave him a hundred lives.

It's just a pity, probably because it's a case of feeling sorry for someone of the same kind.

To everyone's surprise, the Three Pure Ones turned around and asked, "Who told you he's dead?"

Li Jianshan: "???"

He said cautiously, "Chen Qianming sincerely worshipped the Supreme God and has already ascended to paradise."

"Absurd!" the Three Pure Ones sneered. "Although I dislike you humans, Chen Qianming is a good person after all. How could I take his life? I have no intention of taking the lives of the rest of you either."

After much deliberation, the Three Pure Ones still did not want others to misunderstand her as a cruel god.

She simply taught them a lesson.

What's a few days of suffering to such hypocritical creatures like humans?

"But the doctors all said he was dead!" Li Jianshan was stunned.

"Chen Qianming is suffering from an incurable disease. I only advised him to use the tortoise breathing method to recuperate, otherwise there would be no way to save him."

"So he didn't die?"

Li Jianshan was numb. "When will he wake up?"

The Three Pure Ones calculated the time and said, "He will wake up at noon tomorrow."

"You humans have a tradition of keeping the dead for seven days, so nothing will happen," the Three Pure Ones kindly reassured him.

Li Jianshan wanted to shout: No, our current custom is three days!

He immediately called his grandfather, who was attending the funeral.

When Li Qinghuai received the call from his grandson, his voice was still a little displeased: "What is it?"

"Grandpa, Chen Qianming isn't dead! Please don't take him to the crematorium!"

"Nonsense!" Li Qinghuai frowned. Was this something to joke about?

"No, it's the Three Pure Ones, no, it's what Master Jiang said!" In his desperation, Li Jianshan brought up Jiang Si, knowing that his grandfather would surely believe it given his high regard for her.

"But," Old Master Li panicked for the first time in his life, "the body has already been taken for cremation!"

"Then call them right away!"

Old Master Li immediately notified the Chen family, but the Chen family's butler said, "Master and Madam said they wanted to give the young master a proper send-off, so they didn't bring their cell phones!"

Grandpa Li: "Then call the crematorium manager!"

While on the phone, Butler Chen pulled the driver along and sped off to the crematorium at 180 miles per hour.

The crematorium was both bustling and deserted.

There were many people, but no vitality at all.

Some people wept as they saw the body off, while others numbly held the memorial tablet and watched as the body was pushed into the incinerator.

Regardless of wealth or status, the final difference is simply between a high-grade furnace and a low-grade furnace.

Two more names will be Chen Qianming.

Among that long list of waiting people, Chen Qianming was the youngest, at seventeen years old.

It's heartbreaking to see.

Li Jianshan is going crazy.

If he really turns to ashes, even if Young Master Chen were alive, he wouldn't have a physical body.

No, how can you live without a body?!

The Three Pure Ones were still out of the loop and didn't quite understand why they were in such a hurry.

Jiang Si never expected such a misunderstanding. In fact, she had no idea where the deity got her method that could truly turn a life into a death sentence.

Li Jianshan instinctively looked at Jiang Si, "Master Jiang, what should we do?"

If they hadn't been too late, Chen Qianming wouldn't have died so unjustly, would he?

Jiang Si said to Han Yunluo, "You take the Three Pure Ones with you first, I'll be right back."

She pulled Li Jianshan up, drew a circle on the ground with her spiritual power, and chanted a spell that Li Jianshan couldn't understand. Then, a sudden gust of wind arose, and Li Jianshan felt a little dizzy.

The Three Pure Ones glanced at her and said, "She's incredibly skilled at shrinking the earth to an inch."

Han Yunluo smiled and said, "Yes, she's very capable; she's both stubborn and soft-hearted."

When Li Jianshan finally made his decision, all he saw were the large characters for "Qingshan Crematorium." Jiang Si urged, "Why aren't you going yet!"

He didn't care about the underlying principles and started running as fast as he could. Just then, he saw someone from the Chen family carrying a photo of Chen Qianming, walking ahead of him, followed by a coffin.

Li Jianshan broke out in a cold sweat. If he had been any slower, the child would have been dead!

He shouted, "Spare the life from under the coffin!"

Another voice rang out: "Who is Chen Qianming? He can't be cremated!"

Because of this misunderstanding, Chen Qianming's cremation was suspended.

Chen's mother gripped Li Jianshan's arm tightly: "Are you serious? Qianming isn't dead?"

This place isn't a good place to promote feudal superstition, so Li Jianshan whispered, "Anyway, that's what the deity said. He said he'd wake up tomorrow, so why not wait a little longer?"

"What if a miracle really happens?"

Because of this possibility, Mr. and Mrs. Chen defied public opinion and brought their son home.

The servants below were all silent with fear. Had the Chen family gone mad by bringing a dead person home?

As the moon set and the sun rose, Mr. and Mrs. Chen, disregarding everyone's objections, stayed up all night until dawn.

It will be exactly twelve o'clock in one minute.

"Honey, do you think Qianming will really wake up?"

Chen's father held him, and the two of them stared intently at the person on the bed.

As the standard time watch ticked slowly, it finally ticked to midnight, marking the end of the last second.

Just then, they clearly saw that Chen Qianming's eyelids actually twitched slightly.

The news of Chen Qianming's resurrection shocked the entire entertainment circle.

After all, almost every household with a name or surname attended the memorial service.

The Chen family offered no explanation for this.

The doctor conducted a thorough examination of Chen Qianming and concluded that he was very healthy.

"Your son's cancer cells have all disappeared. The East is truly a magical country." The doctor was a foreign doctor who had been interested in the ancient East since childhood. He came to China at a young age and was repeatedly amazed by its profound culture.

This incident led the doctor to completely shift from materialism to theology.

The mysterious Eastern country is truly fascinating.