SWDnovel Chapter 142 Resurrection
Chapter 142 Resurrection
He had been waiting for this day for far too long!
Ye Qingmei's eyelids twitched faster and faster, more and more noticeably! A faint yet undeniably real life force began to emanate slowly from her body, which had been dormant for nearly twenty years!
She... she's really coming back to life!
However, just as everyone, especially Wu Zhu, was anticipating that she would open her eyes and reappear in the world—
Ye Qingmei's twitching eyelids gradually calmed down. The newly emerged life force, though still present, did not continue to strengthen.
She has not yet regained consciousness.
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After that divine declaration, Ye Tian did not immediately begin to revive Ye Qingmei. Instead, he first had Zhan Doudou find a natural underground palace made of ten-thousand-year-old black ice in the deepest part of the palace as quickly as possible.
This underground palace is buried hundreds of feet deep underground, completely isolated from the outside world, and filled with a dense chill, making it the perfect place to perform the heaven-defying secret technique "Reincarnation Lotus".
For the next three days and three nights, Ye Tian and Wu Zhu stayed by the Xuanbing Altar where Ye Qingmei's ice coffin was placed, never leaving her side.
Like the most loyal stone statue, Wu Zhu stared motionlessly at Ye Qingmei in the ice coffin. Occasionally, a few drops of clear liquid would seep from beneath his eyes, which were the special reactions of his internal system due to the immeasurable "expectation" and "excitement" it carried. His aura also became somewhat unstable due to this extreme emotional fluctuation, sometimes as cold as iron, and sometimes emanating an energy fluctuation that was almost "scorched".
Ye Tian sat cross-legged beside the ice coffin. His divine soul power, which had reached the realm of "terrestrial celestial being," flowed like the gentlest tide, repeatedly caressing Ye Qingmei's body, which had been dormant for nearly twenty years, carefully examining every subtle change within her. At the same time, he also mobilized his supreme medical insights from the "Shennong Medical Classic" and his own vast immortal energy to meticulously nourish and soothe his mother's body, which had just been infused with some vitality by the "Reincarnation Lotus," ensuring that she could awaken in the most perfect condition.
Time passed by, second by second.
Finally, at dawn on the third day, as the first rays of sunlight, symbolizing rebirth, refracted through the unknown crystal in the dome of the underground palace and gently fell upon the Xuanbing Altar—
Mutation, rebirth!
Inside the ice coffin lay Ye Qingmei, a stunningly beautiful woman who had been lying quietly for nearly twenty years, her face still lifelike, as if she had simply fallen into a deep sleep. Her long, soft, curled eyelashes, like butterfly wings, suddenly began to tremble violently without warning!
One, two, three
Immediately afterwards, a faint, yet undeniably real, blush slowly rose on her pale but still beautiful cheeks!
A faint, yet intoxicatingly fragrant breath escaped gently from between her slightly parted cherry lips!
"Miss Ye!" Wu Zhu's unique electronic synthesized voice became incredibly sharp and filled with an unbelievable tremor at this moment due to extreme excitement and ecstasy! He suddenly leaped up from the ground, his tall body trembling violently with uncontrollable excitement. He had already thrown the iron shovel in his hand aside. He staggered to the ice coffin, his "eyes" covered by a black cloth staring intently at the person in the coffin, afraid of missing any change!
Just then, under the extremely tense gazes of Wu Zhu and Ye Tian—
Ye Qingmei's beautiful eyes, which had been closed for nearly twenty years, finally opened slowly, like a budding water lily, trembling in the morning light!
At first, her eyes were somewhat lost and empty, as if she had not yet completely broken free from that endless darkness and silence. But soon, a spark of brilliance returned to her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water and as deep as the starry sky.
She blinked gently, as if adjusting to the long-lost light. Then, her gaze first fell on Wu Zhu, who was closest to her and whose presence was most familiar.
"Wu, Wu Zhu?" Ye Qingmei's voice sounded weak and hoarse from her long slumber, but her unique tone, tinged with a hint of languor and cunning, was still so familiar and so captivating.
"Is that you? Where...where am I?" She frowned slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. "My head...it hurts so much, it feels so heavy. I remember...I think I wasn't...already dead?"
"Miss Ye!!" When Wu Zhu heard that familiar voice that was etched into his bones, and when he met those eyes that he had longed for for nearly twenty years, his indestructible "iron will" and his cold core program completely collapsed at this moment!
"Yes, it's Wu Zhu! Miss Ye! You, you're awake! You're really, really awake! Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu, this isn't a dream! It's not a hallucination!" His synthesized electronic voice became incoherent due to extreme emotional fluctuations, filled with all sorts of meaningless noises and the "buzzing" sound of electricity, as if it was about to completely break down at any moment!
He stretched out his cold, mechanical arms, trembling, wanting to touch Ye Qingmei's cheek, but stopped abruptly just before he could make contact, as if afraid that his cold touch would disturb the priceless treasure he had regained.
Beneath the black cloth covering his eyes, two lines of transparent "tears" once again surged uncontrollably, sliding down the contours of his cheeks and dripping onto the cold, icy edge of the coffin, splashing up tiny, yet scalding "tears of the heart."
Ye Qingmei was taken aback when she saw Wu Zhu's excited state, which was almost "falling apart," and his "miserable state" with "tears streaming down his face." Then, a hint of understanding, a hint of heartache, and a familiar, slightly mischievous smile flashed in her bright eyes.
"Silly Wuzhu," she slowly reached out, her still somewhat weak but warm fingers gently stroking the corner of Wuzhu's "eyes" covered by a black cloth, as if wiping away his "tears." "Still the same, unchanged. How old are you, a 'robot'? Still crying, how unsightly. I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
Although her voice was weak, its unique liveliness and cunning instantly calmed Wu Zhu's chaotic "data stream".
"Miss Ye, you, you really, are back," Wu Zhu's voice was still choked with sobs, but it also carried a hint of ecstatic joy at having something lost and found, and a sense of relief.
Ye Qingmei smiled and nodded. She looked around at the completely unfamiliar Xuanbing Palace, and then glanced at the young "emperor" standing not far away, dressed in a dragon robe, with a handsome face that seemed otherworldly. He was looking at her with a complex yet slightly adoring gaze, his eyes filled with doubt.
"Wu Zhu, is this... a secret stronghold of the temple? No, it doesn't feel like it."
The vital energy of heaven and earth here is so abundant, yet so unfamiliar.
She frowned slightly, then her gaze fell on Ye Tian, and she asked curiously, "And who is this young man? He's really quite handsome, even a little bit better looking than you were back then. Is he your new little follower? You have good taste."
Her tone remained as carefree and unreliable as ever, as if the life-or-death ordeal she had just experienced was nothing more than a nap.
Upon hearing Ye Qingmei's "evaluation" of Ye Tian, Wu Zhu's recently calmed "data stream" began to become disordered again. He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to explain something, but didn't know where to begin.
In the end, he still did it in an extremely solemn and extremely...
With a strange tone, he pointed at Ye Tian and said to Ye Qingmei:
"Miss Ye, his name is Ye Tian. He is your biological son."