The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1043 - : Spiritpotence, Rebirth Ideas

In the depths of the mist.

A tall figure approached at a leisurely pace, gradually revealing a handsome and extraordinary true face—it was Ye Feng, holding a sword-shaped token in his hand.

"This is!"

Upon seeing this object, Jian Nan Yi immediately stood up.

"Do you recognize this?" Ye Feng lifted the sword-shaped token in his hand and gently pushed it to float in front of Jian Nan Yi.

"This is the Sect Master's token; of course, I recognize it," Jian Nan Yi nodded slightly, "I never imagined that after our hasty farewell years ago, he would still remember me, a dead man."

Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "It seems that my guess was correct, the Nantian Sword Emperor must have met you when he came to the Void Realm before."

Jian Nan Yi nodded and said,

"Probably a few thousand years ago!"

"At that time, the Sect Master accidentally entered the Void Realm to test his battle strength and then saw my name on the Invincible Supreme List."

"Afterward, through exchange with the Three-legged Golden Toad Elder, he learned I was buried here."

"That day, we had a chat."

"Before he left, I specially asked the Sect Master to not tell a third person about my presence here."

After hearing this, Ye Feng confirmed his speculation and learned the Nantian Sword Emperor indeed knew Jian Nan Yi was here, and the two had had quite a few exchanges.

"Fellow Daoist Ye Feng, speaking of which, did my letter get delivered?" Jian Nan Yi inquired.

"Of course it was delivered. Not only did Sword Saint Yuexi learn that you are still in this world, but Holy Maiden Nantian Chan Juan knows as well, and it was then that the Nantian Sword Emperor appeared."

Ye Feng did not conceal anything.

"Alas!" Jian Nan Yi sighed lightly, "To tell the truth, I don't really want to see anyone else... Never mind, let's see what the Sect Master's token is all about first."

Jian Nan Yi looked at the sword-shaped token.

As he lightly tapped the token with his Sword Soul, he found it slowly cracked open, forming a letter.

Jian Nan Yi took his time reading it carefully.

Some time later.

He dug open his own grave, threw the envelope into the coffin, refilled the earth, sat on top of the grave, and fell silent, his mood evidently very complex.

Ye Feng walked over and sat beside him.

"It seems you are troubled. How about a drink?" Ye Feng took out a jar of Dragonfolk Clan medicinal liquor, poured a cup for both himself and Jian Nan Yi, and then raised his cup in a toast.

"I am a dead man; I cannot drink the liquor of the living world," Jian Nan Yi shook his head, feeling helpless.

"Who says the dead cannot drink? Just wait, I'll perform it for you," Ye Feng grinned and walked to the front of the grave, pouring a cup of the liquor onto the ground, "You drink first, and I'll follow."

With that, Ye Feng drank the liquor in his cup in one gulp.

This act was, in fact, an offering.

Although Ye Feng felt sure Jian Nan Yi could not drink the liquor of the living world, by performing this act of offering, he could let the other feel his sincerity, which was equivalent to having a drink. freēwēbnovel.com

Seeing this, Jian Nan Yi froze on top of the grave.

Some time later.

Jian Nan Yi's eyes flickered, as if sensing something, and hurriedly pointed to the liquor spilled on the ground, saying, "I forgot, dead people can eat and drink in this way."

"Huh?" Ye Feng was taken aback.

The next moment.

The liquor poured on the ground did not disappear.

However, a wisp of blue smoke rose from the ground, and in midair, it condensed into a liquid which Jian Nan Yi caught with the empty cup he had earlier, drinking it in one gulp, stunning Ye Feng beside him.

"This... this works?"

Ye Feng's eyes widened as he looked at the drop of liquor in Jian Nan Yi's cup, activating his Eye of Insight.

[Name: Dragonfolk Clan Medicinal Liquor]

[State: Spiritpotence]

[Note: Through offerings and rituals like sacrifice, objects from the living world can be turned into spiritpotence, allowing Heroic Spirits to enjoy them]

Seeing this information, Ye Feng felt as though he had opened the gate to a new world.

"Good liquor, it really tastes great!" Jian Nan Yi shook his head deliriously, "Fellow Daoist Ye Feng, is there any more?"

Ye Feng paused: "Hmm, there is."

Saying so, he poured the liquor onto the ground, and through the act of offering, allowed it to transform under special laws into spiritpotence that Jian Nan Yi could absorb.

"Delicious! It's so good!" Jian Nan Yi drank the liquor, feeling uplifted, "Fellow Daoist Ye Feng, I want to eat roasted chicken!"

"I'll get it for you," Ye Feng nodded.

He had not expected that he could let Jian Nan Yi enjoy things from the living world in this way.

A moment later.

A roast chicken was laid before Jian Nan Yi's grave by Ye Feng.

However, after a long time, Jian Nan Yi couldn't taste the roast chicken and could only stare blankly at Ye Feng in confusion.

"What's the situation?"

Neither of them understood.

In the empty space before the grave.

Mo Ying was still practicing her swordsmanship, very seriously, not noticing at all that Ye Feng and Jian Nan Yi were pondering something.

"Allow me to extrapolate!"

Ye Feng sat cross-legged atop the grave, using the Heart of Wisdom to deduce, and after a moment, a brilliant light burst forth from his eyes.

"I understand now!"

"Sometimes, to turn something from the real world into a Spiritpotence, you need to offer incense... that is, the power of incense smoke!"

"The heavier the item, the more incense smoke is needed."

"The power of incense smoke can be converted from the Power of Faith; to a certain extent, these two powers are one and the same."

As he spoke, Ye Feng used some Power of Faith to condense three sticks of incense before Jian Nan Yi's grave and they lit automatically, with the power of incense smoke gently rising up.

The next moment.

Smoke wafted from the roast chicken, condensing into another roast chicken in mid-air, which Jian Nan Yi grabbed and started eating voraciously, his eyes brimming with excitement.

"Brilliant, utterly brilliant!"

Jian Nan Yi kept praising.

By the grave.

Watching this scene, Ye Feng stroked his chin, feeling as if he had pushed open the door to something new and wondrous.

"It seems that even Heroic Spirits can be enhanced."

After a long while, Ye Feng said so.

Today's discovery had shown him hope. If he could grasp this principle, in the future he might even exchange with Heroic Spirits to obtain things that don't exist in the real world.

The prospects of this path were incredibly vast!

Before long.

Jian Nan Yi had eaten over a dozen roast chickens, more than twenty roast ducks, and half a vat of wine. He lay on top of the grave, a look of contentment on his face.

"Ye Feng, my friend, I will never forget your kindness, not even in death!"

Jian Nan Yi patted his belly. "Ever since I died, I've never eaten again. Today I've eaten my fill and enjoyed it immensely, even my Sword Soul seems to have gotten a bit stronger."

"Don't mention it," Ye Feng said with a smile, gazing into the distance, imagining the future. "What do you think, if I have countless people in the real world worship you and send you items to enhance your Sword Soul, will you be able to resurrect one day?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Nan Yi's body trembled violently.

Resurrection!

In the past, that was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of.

If his Sword Soul wasn't strong enough, there was definitely no chance of resurrection since his Sword Soul couldn't absorb external substances to strengthen itself, dooming him to have no possibility of coming back to life.

But now, the situation was different.

With Ye Feng's help, he had found a way to enhance himself: being worshipped and obtaining some kind of hidden energy from the offerings to improve himself.

Once he became strong enough, there was a very high chance he could resurrect!

"If I can be reborn, Ye Feng, my friend, you will be my parents in this new life!"

Jian Nan Yi was very excited.

A corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

I treat you as a brother, and you want to be my son?

What an oddity!

However, Ye Feng did not delve into this matter further, instead, changing the subject, "Speaking of which, what exactly does the Sword-shaped Token from the Nantian Sword Emperor signify?"

Jian Nan Yi sighed:

"The Sect Master said I didn't need to drown in past memories, some things that I didn't dare face in life, I should learn to confront after death."

Ye Feng's eyebrows rose: "It seems he wants you to meet with people like Sword Saint Yuexi from the past."

"Yes." Jian Nan Yi nodded.

"So, will you meet them or not?" Ye Feng asked.

After a long silence, Jian Nan Yi finally uttered one word:

"Meet!"