Chapter 39: Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Ancient Great Emperor Who Lived a Second Life

This sentence.

Made Dou Changsheng’s heart turn cold.

People truly have no trace of trust in one another.

Of course, this is perfectly normal—he had only met Tang Qingyan twice; to claim absolute trust between them would be pure self-deception.

If Tang Qingyan had acted as if she fully trusted him, that would have been suspicious—proof she harbored ill intent. The fact she asked outright proves she has no guilt.

To put it plainly, she cannot keep secrets.

She is a truly sincere person.

But is this her true face?

What the Qingyang Daoist did has left Dou Changsheng in self-imposed isolation, questioning life itself.

It’s my own fault—why did I wander around blindly at midnight?

Tang Qingyan sighed as she looked at the silent Dou Changsheng: “I do trust you, Changsheng.”

“But the world will not.”

The upside is, with the protection of the Nine Heavens Cloud Crane and the intimidation of the Three Yang Divine Lord, the stronger you become, the more they will fear you—after all, they all wear shoes.

“But the younger generation is different—if you truly die at the hands of your peers, Nine Heavens Cloud Crane won’t say a word.”

“After all, you’ve been erased from the family register and changed your surname.”

“But those demonic cultivators, bandits, and Jianghu rogues? They have no taboos.”

“They’re lawless, commit unspeakable evils, and won’t mind adding one more target to their list.”

“You truly shouldn’t have come to Three Yang Mountain.”

Tang Qingyan looked at Qingyang Daoist’s corpse and said: “He was also a ruthless one.”

“A Pure Yin Master can let his yin spirit depart the body, abandon flesh, and possess another to be reborn.”

“But I just confirmed—his spiritual intent is continuously dissipating, proving Qingyang Daoist, even if a Pure Yin Master, is dead beyond any doubt.”

“I’ve seen Qingyang Daoist’s spiritual intent before—unique, unmistakable. No possibility of feigning death to escape.”

“No matter how much we say, no one will come knocking now to interrogate us. We can only take one step at a time.”

“Most still care about appearances—just beware of demonic cultivators.”

“This is Rebirth Mystic Water.”

Tang Qingyan stared at the exquisite porcelain bottle, its faint glow already seeping through the walls; her eyes stirred with quiet longing, greed—then she restrained it.

Slowly lowering her head, she gazed at her robes swaying in the wind, finally letting out a bitter smile, her face revealing three parts sorrow.

Revive the dead, restore flesh to bones.

Rebirth Mystic Water is a wonder of heaven and earth.

Especially since this substance is artificial—Three Yang Divine Lord truly was a genius.

Every year, the spring water from Qingyang Spring—even diluted, even inferior—is fiercely sought after by all under heaven, hailed as a sacred healing elixir for the heart meridian.

But it is a great pity—this substance, though wondrous,

cannot cure my disability.

This is a curse.

The price of reading the Earth Book.

The Earth Book encompasses all things: mountains, medicine, fate, divination, physiognomy...

It is a wonder of heaven and earth.

Since ancient times, all who have read the Earth Book have perfected one of its paths.

But the cost is extreme: some severed emotion and love, some lost their entire families. I merely lost both legs—that’s because I restrained my greed and never read the most mysterious chapters.

Tang Qingyan spoke calmly: “You cannot possibly keep this Rebirth Mystic Water.”

“The Three Yang Divine Lord’s legacy alone is uncertain—these people hesitate. But a vial of Rebirth Mystic Water? That alone is enough to drive anyone to desperation.”

“After all, who in the Jianghu can guarantee they’ll never be wounded? Hidden injuries cause unbearable pain, halt cultivation, leave heirs born crippled—these drive men mad.”

Dou Changsheng suddenly asked: “Is Rebirth Mystic Water truly this miraculous?”

“It is a wonder of heaven and earth, a sacred healing elixir.”

“Revive the dead, restore flesh to bones.”

“Is this real?”

Tang Qingyan answered firmly: “Of course it is!”

“The glow of this Rebirth Mystic Water seeping through the bottle proves it was not refined by Qingyang Daoist—it came from Three Yang Divine Lord.”

“Three Yang Divine Lord has long vanished. This may be the only Rebirth Mystic Water left in the world.”

“No one can surpass Three Yang Divine Lord in refining Rebirth Mystic Water.”

Dou Changsheng exclaimed: “Good!”

“I’m not afraid this Rebirth Mystic Water is too powerful.”

“I’m afraid it’s too weak.”

Dou Changsheng looked down at Qingyang Daoist’s corpse. He felt no greed for such a treasure.

How long has he cultivated? He had already defeated a Five Qi Ascending primordial true realm martial artist. Give him time, and with a thousand-year earth pearl, he might not make the Celestial List—but entering the Terrestrial List is certain.

This is the confidence of a transmigrator.

And this Rebirth Mystic Water? A useless trifle.

Not a benefit—it is a source of disaster.

He needs peaceful growth, not bloody, violent battles.

Dou Changsheng asked again: “Has Qingyang Daoist’s spiritual intent vanished completely?”

Tang Qingyan answered: “No.”

“The dissipation of spiritual intent takes time.”

“After all, he destroyed himself—he was not slain by external force.”

As soon as Tang Qingyan answered, she realized something, and involuntarily asked: “You—”

The moment she spoke one word, Dou Changsheng moved—he bent down, pried open Qingyang Daoist’s mouth, pressed the bottle’s spout against it, and began pouring.

Gloop! Gloop! Gloop!

Shaking the bottle wildly.

Dou Changsheng didn’t care whether the Rebirth Mystic Water was precious.

This thing was doomed to be lost anyway—better to use it now than let some unknown hand claim it.

Might as well use it.

Isn’t it supposed to revive the dead?

Here lies a dead man—perfect for testing its effect.

Is it legend—or truth?

Dou Changsheng’s eyes burned brightly as he stared at Qingyang Daoist. Tang Qingyan watched too—she had never seen this before. With Rebirth Mystic Water’s value, who would waste it on a corpse?

“Reviving the dead” was only a tale—listen, don’t believe it.

Tang Qingyan never expected someone would actually do this.

Qingyang Daoist’s corpse, already growing cold, suddenly began to beat with a heartbeat. Tang Qingyan’s ears twitched; her eyes widened in shock. She stepped forward, placed her hand on Qingyang Daoist’s chest, and spoke in disbelief:

“Reviving the dead is not legend.”

“One who just died can truly be saved.”

Tang Qingyan suddenly realized something, looked at Qingyang Daoist’s corpse, and sneered: “So this was his plan—to fake death and escape!”

“Too bad.”

“You woke up here.”

Dou Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching Qingyang Daoist slowly open his eyes, and said with congratulations:

“Master, you have lived a second life.”

“Equal to the ancient great emperors.”

“Congratulations!”

“But how do we account for your slander of the Emperor, accusing him of stealing military pay?”