Chapter 343: Revive—My Father, Qian Renchuan
"Aunt Yuehua, please come with us."
Qian Renchuan looked around the group and fixed his gaze on a woman who appeared to be in her forties, nearly fifty. She had light blue hair, visible wrinkles on her face, and her eyes were full of joy and expectation—Tang Yuehua.
Since Qian Xunji's death and the fall of the Clear Sky Clan, Tang Yuehua had been devastated, crying endlessly, skipping meals, and collapsing frequently, which caused her to age rapidly.
Qian Renchuan had long accepted Tang Yuehua as one of his elders. She had taught him music and etiquette for almost a year. But during this time, witnessing her sincere love for his father, he now truly regarded her as family. Otherwise, he wouldn't have placed Zhu Zhuqing by her side as her attendant.
Tang Yuehua's eyes turned red as she asked nervously, "Your Holiness… Is it really possible to bring the Pope back?"
Qian Renchuan nodded. "Yes. The body is but the vessel of the soul. Father's soul is definitely still watching us from somewhere. Once I call him back, I can reconstruct a new body and bring him back to life."
"Then I won't go. I don't want the Pope to see me like this…"
She was almost sixty. As a non-soul master, just an ordinary woman, there was a limit to how much she could preserve her appearance. Now she looked like a middle-aged woman, with sunken, yellowed skin and deep wrinkles. She didn't dare face the man she saw as perfect. Just watching from afar would be enough.
Qian Renxue raised her hand. A wave of pure angelic divine power flowed into Tang Yuehua's body. Golden light surrounded her, and her previously shriveled skin became smooth and radiant again. Her wrinkles vanished, her face soft and supple. Her forty-something appearance reverted to her prime—an elegant beauty in her late twenties, full of allure.
"What… is this?"
Tang Yuehua looked at her soft, youthful hands, touched her smooth, wrinkle-free face, and stared at Qian Renxue in disbelief.
"This is just the rejuvenation soul masters experience after reaching the Title Douluo level. Come on—let's not keep Father and Mother waiting."
After everything they had been through, Qian Renxue's attitude had changed. Her former disdain toward Tang Yuehua, a "naturally evil Tang Clan member," had faded. Though she didn't treat her as family like Qian Renchuan did, her perception had changed. In this world, everything came down to interests. Her father had even taken in someone like Ning Fengzhi—a soul saint with a history of grave crimes—given him a wife, medicine, and made him an elder of Spirit Hall. Qian Renxue's views had shifted.
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Behind the Elder Hall, in a quiet area near the Angel God statue, Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue, Shui Bing'er, and Tang Yuehua arrived.
More than a year had passed since Ah Yin's sacrifice. Bathed in divine light, the Blue Silver Empress had grown magnificently. Its massive leaves were nearly a foot wide and over five meters long. The golden vein down the center had split into three.
Beside the Blue Silver Empress, the Divine Tiger Spirit lay curled up, peacefully sleeping. As the group approached, it opened its eyes, spotted them, and padded over to Qian Renxue, letting out a soft cry as if proudly reporting its successful guard duty.
When Qian Renchuan and Qian Renxue arrived, the leaves stirred and gently wrapped around them, softly twining up their bodies. One leaf even patted Shui Bing'er's head, and another floated before Tang Yuehua.
A mother's warmth enveloped Qian Renchuan and Qian Renxue. Overwhelmed with joy, they both began to cry. Mother is alive. She recognizes us. Once she regained her cultivation, she would return to them.
"Mother, my brother and I have both become gods. We can bring you back—and Father too."
Qian Renchuan added softly, "Yes, Mom. Our family will be whole again."
"Sister, I'll summon Father's soul and bring him back. You revive Mother."
He sat cross-legged, released his divine consciousness, and began summoning Qian Xunji's soul, while memories of the past 22 years flashed through his mind.
Falling from a cliff, reborn with a new name—Qian Renchuan—a name given to him by his own father, marking the start of a new life.
Being held in his father's arms, fed milk with a spoon—that was fatherly love.
Training with Blue Silver Grass hardened into hidden weapons—his father's knowledge.
Engaged to Bing'er at three years old—his father's foresight.
Witnessing nobles' greed at the Heaven Dou auction, the hypocrisy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—his father's wisdom.
Staying behind to hold the line in the Clear Sky Clan's mountains to protect him—his father's greatness.
Scene after scene rolled through his mind, each one like a blade to the heart.
"Father, you are the gentlest, wisest, most magnificent man in the world. I will bring you back, perfectly. I want to honor you, and let you see Spirit Hall and the Angel Clan shine forever in glory."
Beside him, Qian Renxue had already begun reviving Ah Yin. Ten soul rings floated beneath her: four black, five red, and one golden. Gentle, sacred angelic divine power flowed into the Blue Silver Empress.
The plant rapidly grew, golden light pouring out like a blazing sun. Its golden glow washed over Tang Yuehua and Shui Bing'er, who both felt their bodies relax in pure bliss.
The Divine Tiger wagged its tail eagerly, absorbing the divine energy like candy, its cultivation surging upward.
The Blue Silver Empress quickly expanded to cover dozens of square meters. Each leaf grew two feet wide. Under the golden light, its three golden veins sparkled. At the tip, blue-golden light shimmered, coalescing into a faint, beautiful projection—appearing to be around thirty years old, incomparably stunning. She gazed affectionately at her two proud children.
Then her gaze focused on Qian Renchuan, still meditating.
She had sacrificed herself because of Qian Xunji's death. If he couldn't return, what meaning would her rebirth hold?
At that moment, ten soul rings emerged beneath Qian Renchuan's feet—eight crimson, two golden. Vast Asura divine power poured forth, converging at a single point. Flesh and bone reassembled into a familiar figure—handsome face, golden hair, regal posture, dressed in white and gold.
It was the most handsome version of Qian Xunji Qian Renchuan remembered.
Qian Renchuan opened his eyes, locked onto the newborn figure, and spoke each word with heartbreaking clarity, the cry of a child with no home:
"Re—vive—my—fa—ther."
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