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"Replying to you, Senior, Master X is my Grandmaster from three generations ago," I answered respectfully.
"Kid, let me ask you something. Answer me honestly: do you know about my Daoist Arts?" Senior Master asked, his smile fading into a serious expression.
His question caught me off guard. Seeing his serious demeanor, it seemed he was worried about losing face in front of someone like me. If I said I didn't know, he might see through my lie, making things even worse. Moreover, I understood that this Senior Master must have been quite proud when he was alive; otherwise, he wouldn't have resorted to such extreme measures to seek rebirth and longevity. It was utterly unbelievable.
Noticing my silence, Senior Master grew impatient. "Hey, I'm asking you a question. Is this how you treat your elders?"
I gritted my teeth and decided to be bold. "Yes, Senior Master. I know that you are drawing a Circle Spirit here and using their Yin Qi to enhance your own Yin Qi, hoping to achieve a reversal effect for your own ghostly Revival." I thought it best to speak the truth. If I claimed ignorance, he wouldn't believe me anyway; after all, I had already unearthed his Skull. Concealing the truth was not a good strategy.
After I finished speaking, Senior Master's expression remained unchanged; he merely paused for a moment before saying, "Hmm, you're right. Do you think my method will work?"
This question stumped me. In my mind, nothing was impossible; it all depended on the method and skill involved. However, the cost of this approach was too high. Even if I could do it myself, I wouldn't choose to go down that path. Though I thought this way internally, I didn't dare voice it aloud. Instead, I said, "The principle of 'yang must decline' suggests that your approach should theoretically be feasible. Perhaps some other objective conditions led to your failure this time."
When I said the first part of my response, he nodded with a smile. But as soon as I mentioned the latter part, his expression turned serious again. He immediately countered, "Who says I haven't succeeded? I've already sensed a glimmer of hope for Revival. If only I could gather twice as many ghostly souls to provide me with Yin Qi, I'm sure I could achieve Revival."
I had always struggled to understand what he meant by Revival. Was it akin to techniques like Borrowing a Corpse to Return to Life, or could it directly materialize from the Soul into a human form? Or perhaps it involved taking over another's body and merging souls to become someone else entirely? Of course, there were other methods as well, but in my view, these three seemed the most likely possibilities. Since Senior Master had brought up the topic, I decided to take the opportunity and asked directly, "Senior Master, may I inquire what method you intend for your Revival?" Then I briefly outlined the options I'd considered. Among them, the second option seemed the most challenging and could probably be ruled out.
He shook his head and replied, "None of those. My method of Revival relies on utilizing my own Flesh. This is too profound for you; you'd probably struggle to comprehend it. Now tell me: can we still find resources to gather more ghostly souls so that I can continue absorbing Yin Qi?"
I was taken aback by his words; my heart trembled slightly at what he was suggesting. What era were we in? Finding so many recently deceased souls with an appropriate Birth Date and Time would be incredibly difficult. Even if we managed to locate them, would their families agree to let you use them for this purpose? Furthermore, even if we found enough ghostly souls and gathered numerous masters willing to set up such a large formation for you—could you guarantee that your setup wouldn't be disrupted? And even if everything went smoothly and you achieved Revival, what then? You would still only have a short lifespan of just over ten years—could you truly attain immortality?
What kind of age were we living in? Even if your method succeeded, without an identity card you'd either live in obscurity until your lifespan ended or get arrested by the police as an illegal resident. In short, this method was fraught with difficulties; even if successful, it wouldn't lead to a favorable outcome.
Seeing that I had started to space out again, the Senior Master grew a bit displeased. "I say, Kid, why do you always stutter when I ask you something? Can you find any resources to help me out and contribute to Taoist Magic?"
Noticing the Senior Master's irritation, I quickly replied, "Senior Master, I'm just an outsider. As you said, our sect is small and lacks resources. How could I possibly have what you need? Besides, let me tell you, this formation from your era is so ancient that even modern masters can't set it up. The talisman in that box—I can't even understand it. And the modern world is different; even if you could achieve Revival, you wouldn't have an ID. You would still have to wait until your extended Lifespan runs out and die again."
"What ID?" the Senior Master asked, seemingly unconcerned about my mention of lacking resources and more worried about life after Revival.
Is the Senior Master really this confident?
I bowed again and said, "Senior Master, let's not worry about IDs for now. To be honest with you, I currently have neither the ability nor the resources to help you with this matter. And you mentioned restoring yourself through your Flesh—where has your Flesh been all these years? Can it still be preserved?"
Sighing inwardly, I thought it best to keep him talking until dawn. By then, I could consult my master on how to handle this situation. It was too big for me to manage alone, and after so many years of gathering Yin Qi, the Senior Master was no longer something I could contend with. He was stubborn too; if I accidentally angered him, he might just take over my body in a fit of rage. There was no reasoning with such matters, so I had no choice but to appear cooperative while buying time.
"You may not be sick, but that doesn't mean others aren't," he huffed. "Tomorrow, gather the older Masters here; I'll speak with them. If there are any unmovable Daoist Techniques, I'll teach them myself." The Senior Master spoke calmly, as if success in this endeavor was a foregone conclusion.
I nodded and asked, "Senior Master, where is your Corpse after all these years? Can it still be preserved?"
As soon as I finished my question, the Senior Master began to look a bit proud. "Although I've spent my entire life searching for more direct methods of extending life and reincarnation without success, preserving a Corpse is no challenge for me at all. My Corpse is currently in a cave behind this mountain. My unique Method of Feng Shui has kept it well-preserved. As long as my soul meets the conditions, I can return to my body and achieve Revival."
I responded with an understanding "oh" and continued asking, "Then isn't the skull at the Activation Formation yours?"
He smiled and said, "It is mine. Without my own head, I wouldn't be able to control the Yin spirits or store Yin Qi."
"Then how can your Corpse be restored? No head means it's all for nothing," I pressed on with my questions as time ticked by. I checked the time—it was still quite early before dawn.
"Senior Master," I said, intrigued by his Method of Feng Shui. Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and now that I was here, he began to respond with increasing seriousness. "Actually, having a body is enough. As for the head, we can restore it using other methods later. Ultimately, it all comes down to this: as long as the Yin Qi reaches a certain level, not only can we solidify a head, but even manifest a whole body is not impossible."
"Then, Senior Master, if you say we can use your Corpse for restoration, what if your Corpse has been unintentionally destroyed over the years and has turned into mere bones? Can it still be revived?" I asked. It was a chance to learn something new while passing the time; such an opportunity should not be wasted.
"That Spell is specifically designed for this purpose," the Senior Master continued. "If the Corpse is gone, then naturally it cannot be revived. But rest assured, my Corpse is well hidden; no one will discover it."
I chuckled softly to myself, thinking about how well he had hidden it. I had explored every cave in my village when I was around eleven or twelve years old. Although I had never been to this village before, I was sure there were many energetic youths like me who would not pass up the chance to explore caves.
"Don't you believe me? Would you like me to take you to see it? It's not far from here," the Senior Master offered as he prepared to head toward the location of his Corpse. Deep down, I knew he wasn't entirely at ease either; after so many years, even a hidden place could have unpredictable factors at play.
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