Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Alive
The whole room was in uproar.
Many people have searched for the art of resurrection, but no one has ever really found it or resurrected anyone.
Now Pingjia says that he has found a way to resurrect. If this gets out, it will surely cause turmoil in the three realms.
Not to mention others, who among the people present would not be moved?
Xiang Heng and Hua Ying's anger froze, their voices trembling so much that they couldn't form a sentence: "You...you said...what? What?"
Isn’t Ping Jia’s intention to find a way to resurrect Sang Ling?
Ping Jia didn't even look at Xiang Heng Xianzun and Hua Ying. He stroked the coffin almost obsessively.
The Saint of the Fish could not remain calm and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"
Pingjia laughed out loud: "You'll know if you try it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin in his hand broke apart, and the dark wooden boards on all sides fell down, revealing the corpse in the coffin to everyone.
The tightly closed eyes, pale skin, and even the delicate hair on the face all look real.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. He was then supported by other disciples and knelt in front of the corpse.
Everyone present was shocked.
There is no other reason, the corpse looks too vivid, so vivid that it does not look like a dead person, but rather a person sleeping peacefully.
He touched it cautiously with shaking hands. It was not an illusion, the place he touched was warm.
It still has body temperature.
Sang Ling’s body temperature!
There is a reason for everyone to be shocked. Although a cultivator's body can remain intact for a long time after death, it is absolutely impossible for him to remain so alive.
Just this one move made Pingjia's method of resurrection more credible.
Even the Saint Lady Ci Yu was so shocked that she stood up.
Hua Ying also staggered to the corpse, his eyes slowly moved to the face, and then he became dazed.
Sang Ling, it’s Sang Ling for sure.
Immortal Xiang Heng's back hunched, he stared at the corpse, and then turned his head away as if awakened.
He lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Can you really revive your senior sister?"
Pingjia stood and looked down at him, his eyes showing undisguised mockery: "Of course."
Immortal Xiang Heng felt as if he was stabbed. His pupils trembled and he lowered his head.
Hua Ying grabbed Ping Jia and said urgently and earnestly: "Then hurry up and revive your senior sister!"
Pingjia grinned and laughed, "What's the hurry?"
How could they not be anxious? The guilt that had been gnawing at their bones for a while was finally being resolved. How could they not be anxious?
Xiang Heng raised his head and said, "I know you hate me and Hua Ying. Tell me, under what conditions can you revive your senior sister?"
His expression was dazed and painful. He didn't know why his originally harmonious master had become like this.
Now, what does it look like...
Ping Jia stared straight at Immortal Xiang Heng. His fingers slid across the corpse in the coffin, and his vertical pupils almost condensed into a sharp sword.
"I am not qualified. Both you and I will be punished by our senior sister."
Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying were speechless; it was Saint Maiden Ci Yu who made the final decision.
"If that's the case, then fellow Daoist Pingjia, please perform the resurrection technique."
Ping Jia didn't delay any longer and looked at the coffin. "Yes."
Everyone in the hall stretched their necks to watch. The art of resurrection, who wouldn't be interested?
Moreover, Pingjia made such a big move, so the credibility of this resurrection technique is much higher.
Only Sang Ling sat quietly in his seat, not even glancing over.
The art of resurrection? Regardless of whether it is true or false.
That corpse was Lian Wan's...
She picked up the cup of tea and drank it slowly, hiding the corners of her lips that she couldn't suppress in the cup.
If she could really be resurrected, she would like to see what Lian Wan's reaction would be after they went through so much trouble to resurrect her.
She glanced sideways to look behind her, wondering if Fu Ying's magic tricks, which worked on the dead, would still be useful after the dead were resurrected.
Unexpectedly, the person behind her noticed her mischief, put his hand on the side of her neck, and turned her gaze away.
Then a voice was heard: "If she can really be resurrected from the dead, this illusion will collapse the moment she comes back to life."
Sang Ling smiled so hard that her eyes curved. That was even more fun.
Pingjia began to perform the resurrection technique. He took out something from his arms. It was red all over and was a thumb-sized mass of flesh and blood. It was still beating regularly when he took it out. Before people present could see clearly, Pingjia roughly stuffed the thing into the heart of the corpse.
The word "塞" was too elegant. Ping Jia used his fingertips to break open the chest of the corpse, and blood and flesh splattered as he embedded the thing into the heart.
Sang Ling was shocked that the flesh and blood of the corpse was still fresh, while Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying were horrified and looked at Ping Jia angrily.
Ping Jia had already taken out a handkerchief and was wiping his hands slowly, not caring at all about the wound on the corpse's heart. Of course, he didn't even look at the looks from Xiang Heng Xianzun and Hua Ying.
But Immortal Xiangheng and Hua Ying didn't dare to say anything in the end, and Sang Ling's resurrection could only rely on Ping Jia.
The corpse lay on the coffin, covered in blood. Ping Jia wiped the blood off his hands and threw the handkerchief on the corpse like garbage.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying Solar System were both startled, their anger almost unable to be suppressed.
They pressed and pressed, and could only ask: "Why hasn't Sang Ling woken up yet?"
Pingjia gave them a sidelong glance of contempt, "Wait."
Hua Ying clenched his fists instantly: "Wait? What are you waiting for..."
Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Immortal Xiang Heng. His face was actually full of hope, and there was a hint of flattery in his voice when he spoke to Ping Jia.
"Master is waiting, but can I heal the wound on your sister's heart?"
Ping Jia looked at Xiang Heng Xian Zun, and after a few seconds he suddenly laughed. His face was cold after he finished laughing. He grinned, "Okay, Master, please do as you please."
Even so, Immortal Xiang Heng still did not dare to treat him casually, but asked again: "It will not affect your resurrection technique, right?"
"Won't."
Only after getting the answer did Immortal Xiang Heng dare to sit cross-legged in front of the corpse. He stared at it for a long time, then reached out and gently stroked the chest of the corpse. The wound on the chest disappeared little by little, and soon it disappeared completely.
He did not leave even after his injuries healed. He just sat cross-legged and looked at the corpse eagerly, hoping that his disciple would wake up.
The whole room was eerily silent, and everyone held their breath waiting for Sang Ling's resurrection.
No one dared to make a sound, even their breathing was quiet. If successful, they would be the first people to witness this magic.
Even Sang Ling looked over there. She was also curious whether this resurrection technique was real.
Time passed little by little, the sun began to set, and the body of Sang Ling lying in the coffin still showed no reaction.
But Pingjia still had a look as if he had everything under control. Perhaps he was the most comfortable person in the entire hall.
Hua Yingben was sitting cross-legged with Xiang Heng Xianzun. After a few hours, the corpse in front of him remained motionless. He could no longer bear it and stood up to question:
"Is this resurrection technique real?!"
This time, Immortal Xiang Heng did not pull him.
Pingjia still said one word: "Wait."
Hua Ying glared at him, "Wait? How long do we have to wait?"
Pingjia glanced at everyone in the ceremony hall and smiled.
After such a long time, most people have already thought that Ping Jia is just trying to attract attention. They have reason to think so. No one has ever heard of the real resurrection technique in the Three Realms.
I've never heard of anyone actually coming back to life.
It took too long and the people who were waiting were getting impatient, so the Saint Ci Yu came out to smooth things over.
"Perhaps it failed. This resurrection technique is meant to defy fate and go against the will of heaven. Perhaps you were deceived."
Pingjia looked straight ahead and sneered, but there was still a look of conviction on his face.
The Saint of the Fish wanted to persuade her again: "I know you can't accept the death of your sister, but the resurrection technique..."
Before she finished her words, the eyelashes of Sang Ling's corpse on the coffin trembled.
Everyone present was a monk, and they saw it very clearly.
The trembling eyelashes slowly opened and blinked twice.
Hua Ying's hands were shaking violently. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
Immortal Xiang Heng's breathing slowed down, and he called out cautiously, "Sang Ling."
Sang Ling sat up upon hearing the voice, her eyes full of confusion. When she heard the name, she blinked obediently and called out, "Master."
Really alive!
The hall was filled with gasps.
Miaomiao, Zhang Fan and Bai Wu were all looking in disbelief at the moment, and when they came to their senses their eyes fell down.
The demon prince looked at what was real and what was fake, and the confusion on his face could hardly be hidden.
Only the Saint Lady Ci Yu frowned slightly.
Sang Ling propped up her head and looked at all this touching scene. Ping Jia really has some skills.
However, Fu Wei's magic of transformation was about to disappear.
I wonder how Xiang Heng Xian Zun and the other three would react if Lian Wan’s true face was revealed.
Everyone was immersed in the shock of the resurrection technique, and no one noticed that the eyebrows and eyes of Sang Ling, who had just come back to life on the coffin, began to change gradually.
The change is very fast, and the true appearance will be revealed in about tens of seconds.
No one was more shocked than Immortal Master Xiang Heng at this moment. Ecstasy spread throughout his entire body in an instant, and for a moment he was unable to move.
"How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Are you feeling weird?"
After a series of questions, Sang Ling just smiled faintly and did not answer.
She turned her head slightly and met Sang Ling's gaze accurately. Then, under Sang Ling's gaze, she raised her lips and smiled.
Sang Ling also smiled, and the features of this 'Sang Ling' gradually... gradually changed into those of Lian Wan.
The next second, a pair of jade hands pressed down Sang Ling on the coffin, and an inch-long short blade pierced into her heart without hesitation.
The short blade turned, and the things Pingjia put in were picked out.
Sang Ling's eyes darkened and she calmly closed them again.
Sang Ling, who had just come back to life, died again.
Immortal Xiang Heng, who had been delighted just now, opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in disbelief.
Hua Ying's legs went limp and he fell to the ground with a loud bang.
The blood from Sang Ling's chest spread out and formed a huge area.
As she died, her eyebrows and eyes stopped changing, and her true appearance was still not revealed.
Ping Jiashu's pupils shrank, his eyes slowly raised, and his voice was terrifyingly cold.
"Saint...what do you mean?"
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