Chapter 84: Yao Ji's Resurrection

Yang Chan's words left Yang Jian frozen in place, but Yang Chan could no longer care about that; she rushed forward and snatched it away in one grab.

Returning to the Dharma formation, Yang Chan let out a relieved breath; fortunately, it could still continue.

She set her garments alight once more; the Lotus Lantern now hovered before Yang Chan, rotating under the pull of her threadbare mana.

After the clothes burned away, those faint, barely-there wisps of Qi all converged inward.

Yang Jian, having suddenly come to his senses, happened to witness the garments turn completely to ash; recalling his younger sister's words, even though he found it absurd in his heart, he still unconsciously extended his hand and poured his mana into Yang Chan's body.

Regardless of whether what his younger sister said was true, it was worth a try!

With Yang Jian's mana, Yang Chan's spirits rose greatly, and the Lotus Lantern's rotation speed markedly increased.

After who knows how long, specks of Soul Fragments gradually formed above the Lotus Lantern, splicing together until finally a figure appeared.

Her glance radiant, her brilliance dazzling — she would make fish sink and wild geese fall, yet was tranquil as a flower reflected in water.

Maturity combined with motherliness, without losing a fairy's bearing and temperament — truly a rare beauty.

"Mother!"

The moment Yang Chan saw that woman appear, her emotions collapsed and she burst into wailing tears.

"Mother..." Even a man as strong as Yang Jian had a layer of mist in his eyes.

The colder a person is, the more a layer of softness lies at the bottom of their heart.

Upon hearing Yang Jian and Yang Chan's calls, Yao Ji's brows furrowed; this voice, she clearly should never have heard it, yet why did she inexplicably feel a sense of familiarity?

It was the feeling of a blood connection.

Opening her eyes in puzzlement, Yao Ji saw the young man and young woman before her; at this moment, no more words were needed — in just a single instant, Yao Ji already knew the identities of the two before her.

"Chan'er, Erlang, is it you?" Yao Ji's voice trembled as she reached out, wanting to touch Yang Chan's cheeks.

Yet her hand passed through without the slightest obstruction.

"Mother."

In unison.

Yao Ji still seemed somewhat bewildered: "How... did I end up here?"

Hadn't her soul and spirit already scattered?

"The specifics your child doesn't fully know either; it was Younger Sister who repaired your Soul." Yang Jian spoke true words.

Yao Ji lowered her head, meeting Yang Chan's gaze exactly.

"Chan'er! How did you become like this!" Yao Ji's face changed drastically in an instant.

"Mother, it's nothing; I merely overexerted my mana." Yang Chan shook her pale, lovely face and said weakly.

After hearing the account of the experience, Yao Ji bent down and virtually embraced Yang Chan in her arms.

"Chan'er, you really are foolish; what if this method didn't work? Wouldn't you have thrown away your life for nothing?" Yao Ji looked at her daughter with a face full of heartache.

Yang Chan shook her head and said: "It won't happen; anything the Chaos Residence comprehends absolutely cannot be wrong — even Brother's ascension to Great Luo Golden Immortal relied on this."

Which shop is it!

Yang Jian's heart shook; he never expected that shop's food could produce such a miraculous Divine Communication.

"So there is actually such a place in the Three Realms." Yao Ji narrowed her eyes and smiled softly.

She did not doubt the truth of her children's words; if it weren't true, then how could she, whose soul and spirit had already scattered, appear in this world once more?

She believed in her own son; even if she still had a trace of a chance to survive, he would never give up.

Truly Great Ability means.

"Erlang has grown up, grown taller, and become handsome too; the people who like you should be quite a few, right?" Yao Ji looked at Yang Jian again and spoke gently.

Hoping one's son becomes a dragon is what every mother wishes for; now her son was this outstanding as well.

From what Chan'er said, Erlang is now already a Great Luo Golden Immortal; the difficulty of achieving Great Luo Golden Immortal, she naturally knew.

"Mother, there's still me!" Yang Chan pouted, a bit jealous.

How come Mother praises Older Brother the moment she appears but doesn't praise me?

Yao Ji burst into laughter, her illusory fingertip tapping Yang Chan's jade nose: "My good daughter is naturally the best."

Seriously examining Yang Chan's features, ignoring her pallid complexion, Yao Ji nodded and said: "My daughter has grown so beautiful; once she matures a bit more, she will certainly be one of the few most beautiful women in the Three Realms — who knows which family's young man will get the bargain."

"Mother!" Yang Chan couldn't help but cry out in surprise, lowering her head as her lovely face flushed red; for some reason, Chen Nuo's carefree figure in a green robe surfaced in her mind.

Yao Ji looked at her daughter with deep meaning, then smiled lightly; it seemed her daughter already had someone in her heart.

But she did not ask aloud; as long as her daughter could be happy, that was enough — the rest didn't matter.

"Mother..." Yang Jian suddenly spoke up, then bit his teeth, finding it hard to voice.

Yao Ji and Yang Chan looked over in puzzlement, wanting to know what Yang Jian would say.

Taking a deep breath, as if making some major decision, Yang Jian went all in and declared loudly: "Mother, I was wrong; if not for my stubborn insistence on trying to save you, you wouldn't have met such a downfall; your child is unfilial, please punish me!"

Relying on his youthful vigor and supreme cultivation, he foolishly dreamed of defying Heaven; normally he felt nothing toward Heaven.

But when he took that first step, he realized how high Heaven was, and how laughable his own ideas were.

Yao Ji was slightly stunned, then smiled: "Erlang, this isn't your fault; you are very brave, Mother is proud of you."

She knew her own affair; an Absorbing Spirit Grand Formation had been buried beneath Taoshan in advance; even if Erlang hadn't come to save her back then, she wouldn't have had more than a few years left to live.

"Besides, isn't Mother already alive now? Presumably continuing to be suppressed under Taoshan, never able to meet again for all eternity — isn't that not good?"

Hearing Yao Ji speak like this, the knot in Yang Jian's heart finally untied, and he no longer felt that awkward feeling from before.

"It's all because of Haotian; if not for him, how would our family have been torn apart!" Yang Jian said viciously.

Thinking back to Haotian's lofty, indifferent appearance when he sentenced Mother to death, the killing intent in his heart couldn't help but leak out.

He couldn't beat him in a fight, and he didn't want to face his mother's killer every day, so he came down to the Lower Realm, to Guanjiangkou, and became an Erlang Manifested Saint True Lord who listens to the tune but not the proclamation.

But Yang Jian's words did not gain Yao Ji's agreement; instead, she rebuked him.

"Erlang, your Uncle is fundamentally not as you say; he never wanted to kill me!"

"But he really did kill your mother." Yang Jian's face showed a trace of urgent justification. Could it be that all these years, his understanding has been wrong?

Yao Ji shook her head, a trace of regret appearing on her face: "Your father, Yang Tianyou, was fundamentally not a scholar, but a person of the Western Sect."

"Western Sect!" Yang Jian and Yang Chan exclaimed in surprise. Isn't that just the Buddhist Sect?

Yang Jian and Yang Chan naturally did not believe it, instinctively wanting to refute, but they did not know how to justify themselves.

At that time, the Buddhist Sect indeed took action and took away their father.

"I had relations with a mortal, violating celestial rules. At that time, the heavenly laws had just been established, and even your uncle had no choice but to deal with me; otherwise, the Heavenly Court would have no prestige left to speak of."

"But suppressing Mother on Taoshan is a fact!" Yang Jian immediately retorted.