TRYMBPIETM 115: Revival of All Things (36)

From common reasoning, the ghost deity’s purpose is most likely to harvest faith, but no matter how Chi Qingzhou thinks about it, he feels something is off.

He murmured softly to himself, “I always feel like faith is just a side goal. It seems like it still wants to stop me from going to Linghe Village? But that doesn’t make sense. Even with such a huge disturbance, if I want to go, I can still go.”

The sudden climate change could indeed affect many things, but it could not hinder his plans much.

And in the beginning, wasn’t the reason it didn’t want him to go to Linghe Village to ensure the climate reversal succeeded?

But this brings them back to the previous question—why is it doing this?

Xing Shuangzhan sighed, wiped the water off his hands, and gently massaged Chi Qingzhou’s temples.

“Don’t worry so much. Qingzhou, have you considered that maybe it doesn’t not want to stop you, but it simply can’t stop you?”

Chi Qingzhou leaned into his embrace, rubbing his cheek on his shoulder, feeling his frustration gradually easing.

He pondered, “It feels like I can sense the emotions flowing over from the other half of my soul.”

The soul split had turned his good and evil into completely separated parts.

For someone as severely injured as him, this was a good thing. The emotional split significantly reduced his burdens, allowing him to maintain normal activity.

But if he wanted to return to being a normal person, whether it was the split soul or the incompatible emotions, both would become corresponding obstacles.

“But I don’t think I have to fully recover.”

There was a hint of a smile in his voice, and his emotions slowly relaxed.

“Su-Ge, why do you say it can’t stop me?”

Xing Shuangzhan pinched Chi Qingzhou’s earlobe and smiled, “Everything returns to its beginning, all things are reborn. Among righteous gods, there are many capable of doing such things in a specific region or even a country. During my prime, I also crossed paths with them.”

Although it was always more of a brush-up than a full confrontation, many righteous gods were not necessarily stronger than him.

He lightly kissed the corner of Chi Qingzhou’s eye, his pupils deep, “You are the most talented cultivator I’ve ever seen.”

After Chi Qingzhou became an adult, he had once sparred with Xing Shuangzhan a few times due to various reasons. Xing Shuangzhan had a clear understanding of his strength.

Perhaps Chi Qingzhou no longer remembered those moments, but Xing Shuangzhan was certain that if Chi Qingzhou were to go all out, even his prime self would not be able to handle it.

He held Chi Qingzhou and patted his back, “This god, its strength is likely on par with an ordinary righteous god.”

If his feelings were right, it made sense that the other party dared not directly attack Chi Qingzhou and was unwilling to fully provoke him.

It didn’t want to reach the point where both sides were completely destroyed.

Chi Qingzhou’s gaze shifted.

He turned his head, softly addressing the key point, “Su-Ge, you should be like me, having never seen it yourself, right? How do you know its strength is similar to an ordinary righteous god’s? Did something happen?”

Xing Shuangzhan paused for a few seconds, deciding to explain everything from the beginning.

He asked, “Do you remember why I became an ghost?”

Chi Qingzhou recalled the past he had seen in the Great Tomb and guessed, “It was to suppress something, right?”

Xing Shuangzhan asked again, “The altar on Jingming Mountain, the Absolute Yin land in Linxi Village, and now the location of Linghe Village—what do they have in common?”

Chi Qingzhou thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, “The dragon vein!”

So Xing Shuangzhan being buried alive back then was actually related to the dragon vein?

If that’s the case, then the Great Tomb on Jingming Mountain shouldn’t have been a ritual for suppressing anything.

And yet, such a conflict existed.

His thoughts gradually fell into place.

The mismatched circumstances themselves pointed to the problem.

It was highly likely that the dragon vein had been disturbed by something back then, and the cultivators couldn’t dispel it, so they had to use someone with royal blood for the suppression.

Xing Shuangzhan had entered the royal tomb as a living person and eventually became a fierce ghost, which meant that the thing disturbing the dragon vein back then was likely a force that combined both ghost energy and yin energy.

By coincidence, Chi Qingzhou thought of 16594, as well as the completely shattered 66594, and the malicious emotions he had used to repair his soul.

Why would negative emotions be more effective? Where did he get the inspiration to transform emotions into power?

Chi Qingzhou’s eyes were clear: “Was the disturbance to the dragon vein caused by malice from humans or living beings, or by the unceasing desires of all living creatures?”

Xing Shuangzhan smiled: “My little contractor is really smart.”

Chi Qingzhou grinned, “So it’s both.”

It seemed he was right. The idea of absorbing malice to stabilize the soul was indeed inspired by Xing Shuangzhan.

And after Xing Shuangzhan suppressed the evil energy from the dragon vein, it was likely that long-term exposure to yin energy gradually eroded him into an ghost.

But Xing Shuangzhan had also been in a place where the dragon vein gathered for a long time and had suppressed evil energy for the dragon vein. It was very likely that he had a special connection to the dragon vein.

So the question arises: without encountering the ghost deity, it is highly likely that Xing Shuangzhan determined the god’s strength through the changes in the dragon vein. What is the current situation with the dragon vein?

Chi Qingzhou couldn’t help but think of the young man who had come to see him suddenly that day.

The man was dressed in a red robe, and his aura was quite unique—he was very likely a manifestation of the dragon vein.

Chi Qingzhou described the young man’s appearance and curiously looked at Xing Shuangzhan. “Do you know him?”

Xing Shuangzhan shook his head. “I’ve never seen him before. Before this, I had never even heard that the dragon vein could form its own consciousness.”

Chi Qingzhou had no doubts about Xing Shuangzhan’s answer.

If there was something that couldn’t be said, Xing Shuangzhan would simply tell him he didn’t know or couldn’t say, but he would never lie to him.

He tilted his head, gaining some insight. “So, could it be that he sensed trouble coming and came to find me?”

The young man had ostensibly come to befriend him and convey a message, but in reality, he was seeking help.

If this guess was correct…

Chi Qingzhou said, “I think I know what He intends to do.”

When He set up the Wan Ying Temple in Linxi Village, it was probably not just to gather incense.

The village was destroyed by vengeful spirits, becoming a place of absolute Yin, and this was likely part of His plan. The creation of an absolute Yin land was most likely aimed at suppressing the dragon vein near Linxi Village.

Chi Qingzhou didn’t believe that a being capable of forcibly refining itself into a god could be foolish. There must have been a greater benefit behind His actions, which seemed to harm others without benefiting Himself.

Combining that with His instructions to Qingzhi to investigate supernatural events and the recruitment of new people with cultivation talent over the years…

Chi Qingzhou revealed a somewhat subtle smile.

He tugged at Xing Shuangzhan’s sleeve. “Su-Ge.”

Xing Shuangzhan looked down. “Hmm?”

Chi Qingzhou said, “I suddenly had a very peculiar idea.”

Xing Shuangzhan didn’t know what he had thought of, so he gently squeezed the back of Chi Qingzhou’s neck and said warmly, “If you want to do something, then do it. Even if you’re wrong, I’ll be here with you.”

Chi Qingzhou smiled, bent his eyes, and quickly kissed his lips. Then, he swiftly turned and pulled out his phone.

He dialed Cheng Yufei’s number.

The phone was quickly answered, and the background noise was chaotic—some people were venting in distress, some were shouting, and others were repeatedly wailing, “I can’t do it, I can’t finish it.”

Chi Qingzhou blinked.

Cheng Yufei quickly exchanged a few pleasantries with him before asking what the call was about.

Chi Qingzhou replied, “Well, there is something I need your help with. Ms. Cheng, you know that I have some memories that were blurred, right? I can’t remember how many accounts I used to read novels with. Can you help me check?”

“Ah?” Cheng Yufei’s confused voice came from the other end of the line. “Why are you checking this?”

Chi Qingzhou said with a smile, “I want to confirm, before my memory loss, what else I read besides novels with system elements.”

Cheng Yufei: “???”

…

Cheng Yufei hung up the phone, still somewhat puzzled.

On her left, several colleagues were frantically answering calls from different places.

“Are you sure? There was a large-scale climate anomaly in the Nation?”

“What are the Russians doing? Ah, sending the bears to plow the fields? No wonder they call themselves a warrior nation, impressive.”

“What’s this Magic League? There is no Magic League! Has John Bull been staring at the stars too long and lost his mind?”

Master ji’e put down the phone and caught a glimpse of Cheng Yufei’s expression. He couldn’t help but ask, “What was the call about, and why do you look so distracted?”

Cheng Yufei replied, “Uh… it was a call from Chi Qingzhou.”

“Oh?” Daoist Du Ming, who was transferring materials with talismans, turned around. “Why would Mr. Chi call now? Did he find some clue?”

Cheng Yufei replied, “I don’t know. He said he had forgotten some things, and he wasn’t sure if the accounts he used to read novels with were complete. He asked us to help check.”

Daoist Du Ming was stunned for a moment. “This?”

Master Ji’e seemed to have an idea. “He only wants the accounts, not the booklist?”

Cheng Yufei and Daoist Du Ming exchanged a glance. Cheng Yufei directly asked, “Do we really have his accounts?”

Master Ji’e replied, “I think my senior brother has a list.”

Daoist Du Ming’s eyes lit up. “I’ve heard a rumor that your senior brother, Ji Nan, seems to have cooperated with Mr. Chi. Since Ji Nan has the booklist, this rumor must be quite close to the truth.”

Master Ji’e folded his hands in prayer, without offering an explanation.

Cheng Yufei and Daoist Du Ming understood in their hearts.

Sometimes, not refuting or explaining already spoke volumes.

Daoist Du Ming decisively said, “Since that’s the case, can you take care of this matter? The scale of this climate anomaly is too large, and we’re getting overwhelmed. After you give him the list, come back quickly to help.”

Master Ji’e agreed, temporarily stopped answering calls, and sent a message to his senior brother.

Ji Nan responded quickly: 【I’ve already arranged for someone to deliver it. “The new years begins, all things return to spring.” I noticed the climate reversal this morning and guessed that Chi’s master would need the list.】

Master Ji’e replied with “Got it” and, thinking about his senior brother’s cooperation with Chi Qingzhou, began to consider that it might be deeper than he had imagined.

He put down his phone, told Cheng Yufei that the task was done, and continued answering calls.

In the hustle, he didn’t notice that a colleague responsible for intelligence from the neighboring country glanced at him.