Reincarnation Immortal Venerable: Starting from the Ninety-Nineth Incarnation

After the Luoshui Sect members left, Yuan Daosheng ordered his disciples to work through the night to make a coffin. They chose a place with abundant spiritual energy in the back mountain of the Qiyun Sect. This child cultivates diligently, so this place must suit his taste.

Although everyone knew that Li Yanzhou was the younger brother of the demon Li Yanran, no one in the Qiyun Sect associated him with the demon who slaughtered his fellow disciples.

Li Yanzhou was diligent and hardworking, and his cultivation progressed very quickly. Whenever the sect issued a mission, he was always the first to rush to the front. He was humble and polite to his fellow disciples, and he never showed any arrogance, even when facing junior brothers with less seniority.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was overcast and a chilly breeze made the funeral banners flutter.

All the disciples of Qiyun Sect were dressed in mourning clothes and spontaneously gathered here. Among them were Zhang Hao, Wang Lei, and Lin Wan'er, who had previously carried out a mission together. They looked grief-stricken and wept softly.

Previously, Elder Chaohua and Elder Ruoxue had been standing quietly on either side of the coffin, their eyes already red and brimming with tears, which they stubbornly held back.

They were shocked by the fact that Li Yanzhou was the younger brother of the demon Li Yanran.

Over the past three years, the child's diligence and sense of responsibility, gentleness and sincerity, and humble spirit of learning have been etched into their hearts.

Elder Ruoxue finally couldn't hold back anymore. Her voice was choked with undisguised sobs, and tears silently streamed down her face as she murmured, "In our Myriad Paths Central Plains, to receive such a heartfelt send-off from the entire sect, Yanzhou, in the afterlife, should be able to rest a little at ease."

Elder Chaohua glanced at Elder Ruoxue, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and all her unspoken words were condensed into a heavy sigh, her tone filled with regret and helplessness: "Alas..."

Dressed in a plain Taoist robe, Yuan Daosheng held incense sticks and stood before the coffin, gazing at it for a long time without speaking. Only a heavy sigh escaped into the cold wind.

He was filled with guilt and doubt. He felt guilty for not being able to protect this responsible child, and he was puzzled by Shen Qinghan's contradictory actions. But all his emotions could only be turned into mourning for the deceased.

Among the crowd, Su Qingyao's cries were the most heart-wrenching.

She was dressed in a plain white dress, her figure swaying precariously, tears blurring her vision, her face covered in tear stains, and even her lips were cracked from crying.

From the moment Li Yanzhou collapsed in the council hall, she felt all her strength drained away. Standing before the coffin, looking at the cold coffin, scenes from the past uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

When they went down the mountain for training, Li Yanzhou shielded her from the attack of a demon beast all by himself.

When she encountered a bottleneck in her cultivation, Li Yanzhou patiently explained the essentials of the technique to her and accompanied her to refine her moves again and again.

Even the smallest things in daily life, he always silently remembers. He would hand her a bottle of energy-boosting pills when she was tired, and he would quietly clean up the mess after Dazhuang caused trouble.

She had always thought that their relationship was just a friendship between fellow disciples, but only now, with Li Yanzhou's "death," did she realize that, without her noticing, she had already grown accustomed to Li Yanzhou's presence, to his protection, and to his gentle gaze.

The feelings hidden deep in her heart, never spoken aloud, erupted completely at this moment, like a flood bursting its banks, engulfing her.

"Yanzhou...didn't you say you were going to find out why your brother betrayed you? You..." She sobbed, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible. "I haven't told you yet that no matter how far you go in the future, I want to be with you. I...I..."

After Huawei finished speaking, everything went black and he collapsed. Fortunately, Lin Wan'er caught him in time, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Although Shi Dazhuang has the mind of a six-year-old child, he is extremely sentimental. In his heart, Li Yanzhou is the best person, the one who will play with him, protect him, and never bully him.

What unsettled him was that when he approached the coffin, the chaotic energy within him that had resonated with Li Yanzhou suddenly stirred, as if responding to something, and a vague intuition rose in his heart.

But he was tongue-tied and couldn't express himself, so he could only stare intently at the coffin, as if he were guarding some kind of treasure.

The auspicious hour had arrived. Sect Leader Yuan raised his hand, signaling his disciples to seal the coffin, his voice heavy: "Seal the coffin, bury the dead!"

Two disciples, holding wooden nails, slowly stepped forward, about to nail the coffin lid shut, when Shi Dazhuang suddenly seemed to go mad. He rushed out of the crowd, spread his arms, and blocked the coffin, shouting fiercely at the disciples who were approaching: "Don't touch it! Don't touch it!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then their faces showed understanding and heartache.

Everyone knows that Shi Dazhuang is simple-minded and extremely sentimental. Li Yanzhou was like family to him, so he would definitely not be able to accept the fact that Li Yanzhou has passed away.

Supported by Lin Wan'er, Su Qingyao heard Shi Dazhuang's roar and struggled to her feet. She walked step by step to Shi Dazhuang's side, gently took his arm, and, tears still streaming down her face, said in a choked voice, "Dazhuang, don't be like this. Yanzhou... he's gone. Let's give him a peaceful burial, okay?"

"No!" Shi Dazhuang abruptly shook off Su Qingyao's hand, his tone stubborn, his eyes red-rimmed: "Live...live!"

He wanted to explain, but he couldn't make it clear no matter what he did, and could only repeat "living" over and over again.

Seeing Shi Dazhuang's stubborn appearance, Su Qingyao felt even more grief-stricken, and her tears flowed even more fiercely: "Dazhuang, listen to me, Yanzhou... he's really gone, we can't bother him anymore."

She reached out to pull Shi Dazhuang again, but he pushed her away violently, still blocking the coffin so that no one could get close.

Seeing this scene, Sect Leader Yuan felt a pang of sorrow and was about to step forward to offer some words of comfort.

Just then, a clear "thump thump thump" sound suddenly came from inside the coffin, sounding particularly jarring in this silent place.

"What was that sound?!"

"It seems...it seems to be coming from inside the coffin?!"

"A...a...a zombie?!"

Everyone was shocked and took a step back, their faces filled with disbelief, whispering among themselves.

Elder Chaohua's eyes narrowed, and she instantly sensed something was amiss; the knocking sound was no accident.

This matter is of great importance. If too many disciples find out about it, it could easily leak out and attract the Luoshui Sect to come knocking again.

He immediately stepped forward, his spiritual energy subtly shifting to suppress the commotion, and said in a solemn and authoritative tone: "Apart from the Sect Master and all the elders, Su Qingyao, Shi Dazhuang, all other disciples, step back!"

He glanced at the disciples present and added, "This matter is a top secret of the sect, concerning both the Heavenly Supervisory Office and the Qiyun Sect. Anyone who dares to discuss it privately or leak even a fraction of it will be dealt with according to the sect rules!"

All the disciples knew that what the elders said was true. This matter was extremely strange. The sect leader and the elders must have something important to discuss. They dared not ask any more questions, so they bowed and left quietly.

In a short while, only Sect Master Yuan, the elders, Su Qingyao, Shi Dazhuang, and a few others remained.

Upon hearing the knocking sound, Shi Dazhuang's eyes lit up instantly. His tears, still wet on his face, revealed a joyful smile. He turned around abruptly, grabbed the coffin lid, and with all his might, yanked it open!

Shi Dazhuang forcefully pried open the coffin lid, and everyone's eyes turned to the inside of the coffin.

Li Yanzhou lay in the coffin, his brows furrowed and his face still pale. He slowly opened his eyes and then coughed violently. The blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth was much lighter than before.

"What... what happened? We were clearly already..." Asahana and Ruoxue exclaimed in surprise.

Su Qingyao's eyes lit up, and all her fatigue and grief vanished instantly. She staggered to the coffin, tears streaming down her face again, but these were tears of joy.

Shi Dazhuang was overjoyed. He jumped into the coffin, opened his arms, and hugged Li Yanzhou tightly.

He was incredibly strong and held her very tightly. Li Yanzhou had just woken up and was still very weak. Her bones creaked as he held her.

She hurriedly spoke weakly, her voice hoarse: "Da...Dazhuang...be gentle...be gentle, you're going to break me..."

Upon hearing this, Shi Dazhuang quickly nodded, scratched his head, and put on a simple, honest smile, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Li Yanzhou leaned against the coffin wall, breathing slowly. Looking at the people gathered around the coffin, his eyes were full of gratitude and apology: "I'm sorry to have worried everyone. I'm fine."

The sadness here was instantly replaced by this sudden reversal. Everyone's faces showed both shock and joy. Only Sect Leader Yuan, Chaohua, and Ruoxue looked at Li Yanzhou with complicated expressions, their doubts growing deeper.

What exactly did Shen Qinghan do? Why was Li Yanzhou able to come back to life?