Chapter 182

Even hearing everything from my mother's mouth, I still cannot fully let go; no matter what, these orders that caused my mother's death were all issued by Haotian!

"Ah, you all, you really make me worried." That gentle voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness in the tone.

With these gentle words, Yang Chan's treasure lotus lantern emitted wisp after wisp of green smoke.

Gradually, a semi-illusory figure appeared in the air

Haotian's pupils contracted sharply, his face full of shock—this, this is!

"Yao Ji!" Haotian found it hard to believe, straining to squeeze out a sound from his throat.

Yao Ji nodded, smiling gently: "Brother."

"Is, is it really you!" Haotian's face showed uncontainable joy, stammering: "You weren't already..."

Yao Ji isn't already soul-scattered and spirit-dispersed, unable to reverse the soul's return, reincarnate, completely dissipated between heaven and earth!

"It was Chan'er who reshaped and awakened my soul." Without Haotian needing to say more, Yao Ji understood his meaning, smiling lightly as she explained.

Haotian stared blankly, turning his gaze toward Yang Chan, who held the treasure lotus lantern in both hands, looking somewhat at a loss.

Seeing Haotian look at her, Yang Chan's heart tightened, and she quickly shook her head: "It's all thanks to Shopkeeper Chen's merit; I obtained this divine ability from him!"

Shopkeeper Chen?

Haotian pondered, if tracing the root is due to the mysterious and unfathomable Shopkeeper Chen, he had not the slightest doubt—Shopkeeper Chen is just that strong!

"But..." Haotian opened his mouth, hesitated a moment, a flicker of struggle crossed his face, yet he still spoke: "Don't you blame me?"

He was so heartless; by rights, Yao Ji should hate him to the bone, so why does she still smile at him?

"We hate you, hate you to the bone, so please leave." Erlang Shen said coldly, with a stern tone.

As soon as the words fell, Yao Ji gently tapped Erlang Shen's head with a virtual pat.

"Erlang, I've already told you to treat your uncle better—why are you still like this? Are you not listening to your mother's words?"

Originally rather cold, Erlang Shen instantly couldn't hold back, his face showing embarrassment, his fine aura shattered in an instant by his mother.

"I..." Erlang Shen stammered, yet could not speak.

Facing Haotian, he did not want to admit fault—wouldn't that be bowing his head? Years of grudges cannot be resolved overnight.

Thinking this, Erlang Shen turned his head aside, adopting a posture of ignoring everyone.

Turning around, Yao Ji looked at Haotian, pursing her lips, blinking her eyes.

"I should punish you." Yao Ji said softly.

Hearing this, Haotian gave a bitter smile—indeed, what he had hoped for was ultimately a luxury.

"But..." Yao Ji suddenly shifted her tone, revealing a relieved smile: "This is if brother directly executed me, or if no one was sent daily to Taoshan to bring me food."

Yao Ji gazed intently at Haotian: "Brother, you want me to live, right?"

Haotian's whole body trembled, his eye sockets instantly reddening.

"You, you know?"

"Of course." Yao Ji nodded, speaking softly: "I also know that brother, you finally chose to let me bask in the sun for ten days, because you thought my cultivation at the time would pose no danger."

"Right?"

"Moreover, I truly violated heavenly laws; if brother showed favoritism and perverted justice, letting me go, then the Heavenly Court would lose all prestige, let alone govern the Three Realms."

"I understand."

"Actually, I have never hated you."

This sentence, like a heavy hammer, struck Haotian's heart.

"Little sister..." his voice choked with sobs.

Heavenly Court Sovereign, the august Jade Emperor, now on the verge of tears—if immortals saw this, they would surely not dare to recognize this as the deep-thinking Haotian!

"Brother." Yao Ji nodded in response.

"Ah!" Haotian nodded, overwhelmed with joy.

At this moment, in silence, this is what he had only ever dreamed of—and today, it has come true!

He drew a deep breath, slightly calming his state of mind.

After all, as the august Jade Emperor, if he truly wept, it would be utterly disgraceful—Haotian, no matter what, is still a dignified person.

For a moment, his thoughts raced in thousands, not knowing what to say first.

After a pause, Haotian pointed at Yao Ji's illusory soul body, unable to hold back: "Little sister, how exactly were you resurrected?"

"I mean, the details, the details." Haotian chuckled, completely lacking the dignity he usually had in the Great Hall, appearing somewhat simple-minded.

"This, you should ask Chan'er—I don't know either." Yao Ji's eyes held a smile.

"Ah?!"

Being called again, Yang Chan instinctively responded, her whole person dazed, still unable to react, she had not yet recovered from the conversation between her mother and Haotian.

Seeing Yang Chan like this, Haotian's heart also grew a bit fonder—after all, she is his niece, the more he looks, the more affectionate he feels.

"Chan'er... hurry and tell your uncle?" Haotian probed.

This was the first time he addressed Yang Chan, and also the first time he referred to himself this way.

Yang Chan came to her senses, looking at Haotian's expression full of thirst for knowledge—surprisingly, she was no longer as fearful as before, and his words did not annoy her.

Instead, her heart felt a hard-to-describe sense of closeness.

"The divine ability I awakened from Shopkeeper Chen can use objects from the deceased's life as offerings, then use a magical artifact as a vessel; after ninety-nine eighty-one days of nurturing, the deceased's soul can be reshaped."

"The awakened soul retains all memories from life." Yang Chan said slowly, her mindset gradually returning to normal.

"There actually exists such a heaven-defying divine ability?" Haotian murmured, his heart shaken.

This soul-scattered and spirit-dispersed, dissolved between heaven and earth—unless a Holy Person intervenes at that very moment, there is no hope of retrieval.

Otherwise, once too much time passes, even a Holy Person cannot reverse it.

"Shopkeeper Chen's methods are truly unfathomable!" Haotian sighed deeply—this truly exceeds his imagination.

However, the Face Divine Ability he awakened from Chen the Shopkeeper seems no small matter either.

A thousand words and ten thousand phrases can only become one sentence: Chen the Shopkeeper is awesome!

"The dishes are ready." Chen Nuo leisurely walked out from the Back Kitchen, pulling a plate of dishes, and arrived before the people's dining table.

At the same time, he also clearly saw Yao Ji's appearance; even though it was only an illusory soul, her moving beauty could not be concealed, her charm and beauty unparalleled—nothing could compare.

Chen Nuo secretly nodded, so this must be Yao Ji, the mother of Erlang Shen?

"Yao Ji greets her benefactor!" Seeing Chen Nuo, Yao Ji had no hesitation whatsoever, and hurriedly bowed in salute.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan exchanged a glance, then also rose and said in unison: "Yang Jian, Yang Chan greets our benefactor!"

Haotian saw this, hesitated somewhat, but still followed suit.

"Haotian greets his benefactor!"

The hesitation was not unwillingness, but a moment's consideration of his own Jade Emperor identity; yet thinking that there were no outsiders here, what was there to fear?!

Chen the Shopkeeper enabling him to reunite with his younger sister—gratitude is his duty!

And the sole outsider dog on the field seemed somewhat ill at ease, raising its claw as if preparing to imitate drawing a tiger by copying a cat.

"Alright, everyone rise. I have no need for these empty formalities—you eat your meal, pay your money, gain what you will; it's all your own opportunity." Chen Nuo's expression remained calm, and he casually waved his hand.

Rather than bowing again and again, it would be better to daily consume here at his place.