The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 1 Feng Ling Resurrects from the Dead
In the Ghostly Continent, in the eastern part, there is a small to medium-sized power in the Eastern Sacred Continent called the Mighty Cloud Sect.

The former sect leader, Ling Weiyun, broke through to the eighth level of cultivation in his later years, becoming a high-level ghost spirit master and gaining great fame.

The status of the Weiyun Sect naturally rose accordingly, in turn overwhelming the Blackwater Sect and the Kuye Sect.

But the good times didn't last long!
As Ling Weiyun's 80th birthday approached, he suddenly and inexplicably died at home. His death was so bizarre and mysterious that it shocked all the major and minor forces within a hundred miles.

"Father, you died such a terrible death..."

At Weiyun Sect, the sound of cannons echoed, and the entire sect was dressed in mourning clothes, wailing and lamenting...

"Master, how can you leave me all alone?"

Two middle-aged men and an elderly woman in her sixties stood around the black wooden coffin in front of the mourning hall, their cries deafening and heartbreaking.
They were Ling Weiyun's son and widow.

"Alas, the dead cannot be brought back to life! Madam, and the two young sect leaders, please accept our deepest condolences!"

Seeing the three people overflowing with emotion, the representatives from the other forces who had come to the banquet couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh while offering kind words of advice.

"Cough cough!" Upon hearing this, the three who were crying and pounding the ground raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance through the gap in their sleeves, and slowly got up together.

The old woman even pretended to be unsteady and about to fall, and her two sons cooperated by taking turns supporting her.

"Second Uncle is right, we will see Father off now!" A hint of wild joy flashed in the depths of Ling Chi and Ling Han's tear-filled eyes as they nodded in response to an elderly man of about seventy in the hall.

Their second uncle left the then-weak Ling family decades ago. Although he is now the powerful chief elder of the Kuye Sect, and his cultivation has reached the level of a mid-level sixth-rank Ghost Spirit Master.

However, abandoning the Ling family meant being destined to lose the inheritance of the Ghost Spirit! Therefore, the two of them were not worried at all.

"Let's begin. I'm very busy and don't have time to waste on these formalities!"

The eldest brother, Ling Weiyun, with whom there was a slight brotherly bond, is dead, and his two sons are so useless.

If they weren't representing the Kuye Sect, Elder Lingchen wouldn't have wanted to come here to see the two of them.

"Okay, Second Uncle!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Chi and Ling Han concealed the murderous intent in their eyes and ordered everyone to retreat ten meters away.

Immediately, the two stepped forward and knelt down in front of the coffin, their outstretched hands resembling a sacrificial offering to the heavens!
"With our ancestors above, the eighth generation of the Ling family—Ling Chi and Ling Han..."

Their excitement was palpable. They paused briefly in their prayers before raising their voices in a heartfelt kowtow: "We humbly request the blessing of the spirit!"

The funeral music continued to play, and the onlookers were no longer surprised by the couple's actions; on the contrary, many of them looked on with envy.

"Quack~"

A quarter of an hour passed...

A large, white-eyed crow flew by, and the two kneeling figures, their rear ends sticking up high, still stretched out their hands, awaiting the baptism.

But on that black wooden coffin,

But not a sound came from him!
"Hiss! The summoning of the spirit failed?"

This has never happened before!

The crowd gasped, and their gazes toward the two who had been subjected to slow slicing became strange!
The old lady's subtle smile froze, especially as everyone's gazes swept back and forth over the three of them, making her face full of embarrassment.

As dawn broke, the elder grew increasingly impatient and, slightly annoyed, urged the two to pray and summon the spirit once more.

"I humbly request that our ancestors bestow blessings..."

The two suppressed their doubts and bowed again, but before they could finish speaking, everything went black!
"Bang!!!"

A loud bang was accompanied by two screams, and the entire coffin lid was mysteriously blown off!
He smashed the faces of the two guys who had raised their hands and were about to bow down again!
The funeral music abruptly stopped...

Everyone stared in disbelief at the uncovered coffin, their hearts trembling.

"Snapped!"

An old, withered hand gripped the coffin planks, gripping everyone's nerves.

Immediately afterwards, a series of rumbling sounds came, and the entire coffin exploded into pieces.

"hiss!?"

To everyone's astonishment, a withered old man with white hair crawled out from the flying wood chips, and two dizzy guys ended up face to face with him!

"A ghost! You...you...don't come any closer!"

My vision cleared, and a pale, wrinkled smiling face came into view!

Ling Chi and Ling Han's faces changed drastically. They trembled with fear, banging their heads against the ground like rattles, and cried out, "Father, please don't scare us... your sons are timid!"

"My dear sons, your father misses you... so come home and visit!" A clear yet stiff voice echoed through the mourning hall, sounding extremely eerie.

Suddenly, the two men who were kowtowing and begging for mercy trembled, their scalps tingling. A chill ran down their spines, silencing all sound and movement. The reason was that a pair of withered, frost-like hands were stroking their heads!

"Ahhh! Ah! It's a zombie..."

Two or three piercing screams could no longer be suppressed, and several male and female musicians who were watching scrambled to their feet and ran wildly out of the mourning hall.

In their extreme terror, they didn't even dare to pick up the fallen instruments, fearing that turning back would cost them their lives.

"Where is the evildoer?"

The musicians they invited were just a few ordinary people, so they were naturally terrified.

But those two idiots, Ling Chi and Ling Han, are fifth-level Ghost Spirit Masters! They were terrified like this…

At dawn, the elder shook his head and sighed inwardly, then took the lead and shouted, immediately waking up the other low-level ghost spirit masters who had been in a daze.

Instantly, over fifty disciples of the Weiyun Sect surrounded the three figures beside the coffin, unleashing beams of dark light...

fainted?

It’s really useless!

"Cough cough~" The old man kicked away two eyesores and slowly stood up.

He looked at the wary Ling Chen, and forced a smile that was more like a grimace onto his pale face: "Second Brother Chen! I am your elder brother Ling Weiyun..."

Second Brother Chen?
Elder Lingchen was taken aback: Only my eldest brother would call me that! Could it be...?

"Are you really Brother Weiyun?"

There was still some unease and uncertainty in the early hours of the morning.

Ling Weiyun, or rather Feng Ling, quickly and weakly collapsed to the ground.

Upon catching sight of a figure rushing towards them in a panic, Feng Ling's lips curled into a slight smile before returning to normal!
"Big Brother!!" Elder Ling Chen caught the withered old man, tears streaming down his face!

A commotion erupted around them. The crowd awkwardly dispersed the light in their hands, but did not retrieve the pitch-black token from which the light had originated.

“Master!!” Pan Yuanshi cried and rushed to Ling Weiyun’s side, putting on a very convincing act.

"Who are you?" A hint of disgust flashed in Feng Ling's eyes. He stood up with Elder Ling Chen's help and looked coldly at the old woman who had fallen to the ground.

"Ah! I am your first wife..." Pan Yuanshi was startled. Had this old man lost his memory?

"..."

My first wife?! She's so old...

Feng Ling's old eyes twitched. He was already unlucky enough, and now he had to marry an old woman...

My balls hurt!

I strongly oppose this. After all, I was a handsome young man in my past life, and I have so many young and beautiful female suitors that I don't know where they are in line.

"Nonsense! I don't know you at all. Get out of here right now!"

"Master! You... Waaah~ Waaah~"

Pan Yuanshi covered her mouth and ran out crying. The middle-aged woman looked aggrieved as she shed tears, but in her heart she was secretly delighted: she could finally get away!

"Brother! Are you okay?"

Elder Ling frowned and asked in a low voice.

"It's alright, it's alright! Let's go, we haven't seen each other for years, let's go for a drink!"

Feng Ling hadn't even taken off his burial clothes. He waved his hand to indicate that he was in a hurry, and ignoring the strange looks from everyone, he staggered out of the mourning hall, pulling Elder Ling Chen along with him.

I walked for ages, but barely took a few steps...

"Holy crap! This body is really deteriorating!" Feng Ling cursed inwardly.

Then she sighed inwardly, "Oh well, being reborn is already a blessing. I'll just have to make do with what I have!"

Even with an old plane,
What's wrong with that?!

With his unpredictable assassination skills from his past life, he's sure to make a name for himself!
But... these are all old guys who are almost in their graves, and they still want to go out and show off and bully others...

Is this really okay...?

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)