Chapter 268: Rebirth (5th Update)

"Master, just give me any order you wish. As long it's something I can do, I won't hesitate — not even if I have to climb mountains of blades or wade through seas of fire." Chu Feng swore with absolute conviction.

Because, as Egg-Egg had said, if it weren't for the help he received from the Dragon Daoist back in the Myriad Bones Graveyard, he would never have formed a contract with Egg-Egg. Without Egg-Egg's help, he could never have achieved what he had today. Without Egg-Egg's protection, he would have died countless times over. That was why his gratitude toward this founding ancestor was utterly genuine.

"Chu Feng, what I'm asking you to do isn't quite as dramatic as all that. Besides, I'm making a request, not giving an order."

"As for what exactly it is — I simply hope that before my spiritual consciousness dissipates, and before my corpse decays, you'll help me merge my spiritual consciousness with my body." The Dragon Daoist smiled.

"Merge your spiritual consciousness with a corpse?" Chu Feng furrowed his brow in confusion. Even though he was a Spirit World Master, he had never heard of fusing spiritual consciousness with a corpse.

"Ha, let me put it plainly — help this old bag of bones come back to life. Rebirth!" The Dragon Daoist's smile grew even brighter.

"What? Rebirth? That's…"

At that moment, Chu Feng could no longer keep his composure. To be precise, the Dragon Daoist had long been dead — dead for ages. And now he wanted Chu Feng to resurrect him? It put Chu Feng in an incredibly awkward position, because he truly had no idea how to pull it off.

"Don't get worked up just yet. The world is vast and full of wonders. If the spiritual consciousness remains intact and the body hasn't crumbled, then with powerful enough methods and the aid of immortal treasures, it is indeed possible to bring the dead back to life."

"My corpse has not been destroyed, and my spiritual consciousness is just as it was back then — without a shred of damage. That spirit pearl possesses the power to preserve me for a thousand years, so it can certainly be used to restore me from death."

"Right now, everything is in place. The only thing missing is someone capable of helping me revive — and that person must be a Spirit World Master."

"But you know perfectly well how Spirit World Masters crave origins and how desperately they seek treasures. My intact corpse, that immortal pearl, even this wisp of my spiritual consciousness — they're all things any Spirit World Master would go mad for."

"So I need to be absolutely certain that this Spirit World Master won't covet what I possess, and will be willing to help me of their own free will. So — are you willing to help me?" At that moment, the look in the Dragon Daoist's eyes grew deeper and more profound.

"Of course I'm willing! If the founding ancestor can be reborn, then the Azure Dragon Sect is sure to rise again, and I'll have a protector. No more worrying about cleaning up after I cause trouble." Chu Feng nodded his head like a rattle drum, and every word came straight from his heart.

Ever since joining the Azure Dragon Sect, no matter how the disciples treated him, no matter how certain elders treated him — many elders, including the current Sect Master, had been extremely good to him and had saved his life multiple times. That was why Chu Feng felt such a deep attachment to the sect. Naturally, if the founding ancestor could be resurrected, he was more than willing to help.

"Hahaha, I truly chose the right person. But Chu Feng, helping me can't be all talk — you have to put in the effort. If I'm not mistaken, you should already be a gray-robed Spirit World Master, correct?" the Dragon Daoist asked with a smile.

"Yes." Chu Feng nodded.

"Good. To become a gray-robed Spirit World Master at such a young age shows that your talent in the Spirit World is quite remarkable. However, if you want to help me merge my spiritual consciousness with my corpse, you'll need the abilities of a purple-robed Spirit World Master." The Dragon Daoist chuckled.

"Purple-robed Spirit World Master? That… that… that…" Chu Feng was dumbstruck and thoroughly shaken. A purple-robed Spirit World Master? That was the stuff of legend — something that didn't even exist anywhere on the Nine Provinces Continent.

"Don't be frightened. I'm not telling you to become a purple-robed Spirit World Master immediately. I can hold on for at least another hundred years. With your talent, I'm confident that given enough time, you'll reach that level."

The Dragon Daoist patted Chu Feng's shoulder, then reached a hand toward the crystal coffin. A ball of light flew out, landed in his palm, and he slapped it against Chu Feng's forehead.

Chu Feng tried to dodge, but the speed was simply too fast. By the time he reacted, the strange ball of light had already entered his mind.

"Nngh—!"

Searing pain erupted without warning, and Chu Feng clutched his head, unable to suppress a cry. But the stabbing sensation lasted only a moment before fading. When his senses returned, he was stunned to discover that something new had appeared in his mind — a cultivation method for a Mystic Art. Not just any Mystic Art, but a high-grade one.

Chu Feng was currently cultivating a low-grade Mystic Art. Mid-grade Mystic Arts were only found in the top first-rate sects across Qingzhou. As for high-grade Mystic Arts — as far as he knew, no one in all of Qingzhou possessed one. And now he actually had one. How could he not be thrilled? He was practically ecstatic.

"Passing you martial arts that are too powerful would only paint a target on your back. But a Mystic Art is different. It's cultivated internally — it will boost your combat power, but people will simply admire your talent without suspecting that you're practicing a high-grade Mystic Art."

"But rest assured: once you help merge my spiritual consciousness with my body and bring me back to life, I will not only teach you superior martial arts but also a secret technique without equal in this world." The Dragon Daoist's expression turned solemn.

"A secret technique?!" Hearing this, Chu Feng's heart tightened. Just as he had suspected — the Dragon Daoist had indeed obtained something extraordinary here all those years ago. He truly possessed a secret technique.

But Chu Feng also had his doubts. A secret technique resided within a person's body and could not be verbally transmitted. The only way to pass it on would be if the Dragon Daoist was willing to sacrifice this powerful ability and transfer it to him. But who would willingly give up such a devastating trump card? Would the Dragon Daoist really do that?

After that, Chu Feng stayed and chatted with the Dragon Daoist, the sect's founding ancestor, for quite some time. Through their conversation, he learned that the Dragon Daoist had once been a peak Heaven Martial powerhouse — just a single step away from breaking into the Martial Lord realm and becoming a true Martial Lord.

Yet even with that level of cultivation, he had still perished inside this Imperial Tomb. That only underscored how terrifyingly dangerous the tomb was, and how formidable its owner must have been.

After their pleasant chat, Chu Feng didn't want to disturb the Dragon Daoist's rest any longer, so he took his leave. As he was departing, the Dragon Daoist reminded him not to tell anyone about his lingering existence or about the Imperial Tomb.

Chu Feng readily agreed, of course. Even without the warning, he would never have shared something like this with anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.

After considerable effort, Chu Feng finally managed to leave the Imperial Tomb's entrance and return to the forests surrounding Spiritual Medicine Mountain. His mood was wonderful.

In just one short day, his cultivation had surged — he had leaped straight to the peak of Yuan Martial, reaching the ninth level. He had also obtained a high-grade Mystic Art. Even Egg-Egg had advanced two full levels, reaching the third level of Xuan Martial. Such a bountiful harvest could only leave him absolutely overjoyed.

"Chu Feng, that founding ancestor of yours — you can't trust him!" But just as Chu Feng was reveling in his joy, Egg-Egg's voice suddenly rang out, laced with worry.