Chapter 1: Borrowing a Corpse to Return a Soul

  The cold wind is raging, and snowflakes are flying!

  Winter Solstice, the coldest day in Tian Shui Country, where the whole nation is shrouded in ice and snow. Han Yuan Village, a small unknown village in central Tian Shui Country, isolated from the world, deep in the mountains, many villagers have never left this mountainous area their entire lives.

  It's almost dusk.

  The cold wind was raging, and the fence outside the village had already been covered with a thick layer of ice. From afar, it looked crystal clear and transparent, like a dream or an illusion, extremely beautiful. The rugged mountain road had also been buried under the snow and wind, and at first glance, it was a vast expanse of white, as if one had entered a fantastical world.

  The snow is getting heavier, and the cold wind is howling.

  Snowflakes are swirling in the air under the howling of cold wind.

  In such an environment, pedestrians can't see two meters away.

  The sky is getting darker, and the wind and snow continue.

  Inside the village of Han Yuan, it was pitch black, with only a few households' windows occasionally revealing a sliver of light. On the road, you could hardly see a single pedestrian. In such cold weather, most villagers had gone to bed early. Occasionally, one or two villagers who hadn't finished their work yet would be seen going in and out, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, with hats made of animal hides on their heads, only revealing two eye sockets outside.

  The night grew even colder.

  The snow is getting heavier, and the cold wind cuts like a knife.

  The wooden sign in front of the village kept making a "creaking" sound under the night wind.

  Suddenly, a young man in black clothes appeared at the village entrance as if he was a ghost. The youth's body looked very thin and pale, looking like he couldn't withstand the wind. However, this young man, under such cold conditions, wore only a single layer of long shirt, with his black sleeves fluttering in the cold wind.

  "Cough... Cough..."

  The boy covered his mouth with his right hand and started coughing. After a while, he gradually stopped, but the boy was still panting heavily, as if he had just suffered from a serious illness, his pale face frightening.

  After resting for a short while, the young man lifted his head and glanced at the wooden sign at the village entrance, then slowly walked towards the village.

  The young man walked very lightly, treading on the snowy ground without making a single sound. What was even more eerie was that there were no footprints left where he had passed by, just like a ghostly apparition, which was extremely eerie.

  After a moment of hesitation, the young man stopped in front of an ancient well inside the village.

  "Yin soul well... Cough... Cough..." As he spoke, the young man started coughing again.

  After a while, the young man finally stopped, but his face was even paler.

  The young man took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any hint of illness on his face. A burst of vital energy shot out from his eyes, and an invisible stream of air slowly emanated from his body.

  The wind and snow have grown stronger.

  The snowflakes that were floating in the air twisted and turned when they came into contact with the young man's aura, and not a single flake landed on his body.

  Nor did he know how long it had been. The young man walked two steps forward, came to the edge of the ancient well, stretched out his right hand, with his palm facing upwards, a faint cyan light emerged silently from his palm. It slowly condensed into a ball of cyan light.

  Splendid light is jumping.

  Suddenly, the young man pressed down with his palm facing the ancient well in front of him. The blue light fell silently and soundlessly into the well, sinking from the mouth of the well and merging into the water of the ancient well.

  In an instant!

  A chill breath burst forth from the bottom of the well, and this time, even the snowflakes that were drifting between heaven and earth seemed to have been frozen in place.

  It wasn't until much later that the chill finally dissipated, and the snowflakes began to fall again. But compared to the cold air from earlier, it now felt somewhat warm.

  "Cough... cough......" The young man didn't say a word, his eyes returned to their previous state, dull and lifeless, but they were fixed tightly on the well mouth. His right hand covered his mouth, and he was coughing softly.

  The wind and snow remain unchanged.

  Time passed minute by minute and second by second until it was almost midnight when that nameless ancient well finally had a slight reaction.

  "How did you get hurt so badly?" A low, muffled voice came from within the well.

  Small village, ancient well, snowy night!

  The young man took a deep breath, and the cool air extended all the way to his lungs, causing the young man's spirit to stir slightly.

  "The six hollow organs have shifted, the meridians are completely severed, and life will not last long." As he spoke, a mysterious light flickered in the young man's eyes.

  His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about someone else, without any emotional changes.

  Silence.

  After a brief silence, the voice from the well came again.

  "You're now on your last breath, even if I were to intervene, it would be too late. And as for me, I'm just a soul left, trying to save you is also difficult. Judging from the look of you now, you only have one breath left, unless a miracle happens, you will definitely not make it till dawn."

  "So, I've come!" The young man said inexplicably. Before the person in the well could speak, the young man continued, "Although I have never seen you before, I know that you are no ordinary person." As he spoke, a black aura suddenly appeared on the young man's forehead, but his eyes became unusually bright.

  Jing Zhongren understood that this was a case of "the light returning after being reflected".

  "I, Ding Yan, have had no friends in this life, and if I were to count them, there would only be you. Now that I am about to die, being able to converse with you again is enough! The young man finished speaking, took a deep breath, and continued: "Just now, I used the last bit of true yuan within my body to break open the final seal on the well. You can come out at any time. After I die, you can use my corpse to defy heaven and be reborn, reincarnating as human!"

  Jing Zhongren heard this and fell silent for a moment, as if he was moved to sorrow. After a long while, he finally spoke.

  "Tell me all your unfinished business."

  "It's easy to talk with clever people!" The young man's pale face showed a faint smile, but this smile seemed to pull on the wound, and the young man covered his mouth with his right hand, coughing again. Thin streams of fresh blood dripped silently from between his fingers.

  Suddenly, a green light burst out of the well and enveloped the young man's body.

  Under Hua Guang's envelopment, the young man's breath gradually stabilized.

  "Thanks!" The young man let out a sigh and said.

  The person in the well did not speak.

  "I have three unfulfilled wishes." The young man simply sat down, leaning his back against the well mouth.

  A night of wind and snow had already covered the ground with a thick layer of snow, but the young man seemed to be completely unaware of it, sitting on the snowy ground, continuing to speak.

  "I died today, killed by someone's secret plot. Unfortunately, my cultivation is limited and my life was about to end anyway, so I couldn't take revenge myself. After you use my corpse to reincarnate, I hope that within your power, you can help me avenge my death!"

  "This is no problem, as long as you are not a great enemy of Da Luo Jinxian, Ding certain can help you avenge." The person in the well did not hesitate for half a moment and agreed directly.

  The young man smiled slightly upon hearing this.

  "You and I share the same name, and yet I'm the only one who can see you. I don't know if this is fate's arrangement or a curse from past lives... Cough... Cough..."

  Jing heard this and didn't say a word, as if he had sunk into deep thought.

  After a while, the young man finally stopped coughing, and his face flushed with a wave of redness. He continued, "The second thing is... I hope that after you are reborn, you can take on my identity and take good care of my sister. She's just an ordinary person, her life will only be several decades long, it shouldn't be difficult for you."

  "What's the third thing?" asked Ichinose directly.

  The young man did not answer immediately, but instead let out a long sigh, blowing away the snowflakes in front of him, and slowly leaned his head against the ancient well's bluestone. He gazed up at the sky for a while before speaking.

  "After the wind and snow, the starry sky is infinite. Ordinary people don't know, but you and I can see it clearly. I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck."

  "In the well, people unexpectedly didn't remain silent, but instead replied 'What is gained must be lost. We have obtained the power that ordinary people admire, and naturally we will also lose some things. This world is fair.'"

  "Fair?" The young man sneered and smiled, saying "There are still nine years, after nine years, it will be the elder's turn to leave the mountain. At that time, I hope you can successfully transcend the ordinary and fulfill my second wish..."

  The young man's breath gradually weakened as he looked at the snow-filled sky, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.

  "I really wish I could take a good look at this sky..."

  Jing Zhongren heard this and was taken aback for a moment. Then, as if he understood what the young man meant, he replied.

  "I promise you!"

  The young man heard this and a faint smile appeared on his face, his eyes gazing at the horizon, the focus in his eyes gradually dispersing, the breath on his body also fading away...

  Snowflakes fell silently on the young man's body without melting.

  It was obvious that the young man had died, his body having lost all temperature.

  Snow, it's getting bigger.

  The wind is sobbing.

  Also, don't know how long it took, the young man's body suddenly shook violently, and his snow-covered body slowly sat up. For a moment, the snowflakes floating around him silently dispersed, forming an invisible aura.

  The young man slowly opened his eyes, and in the pitch-black pupils, there was focus once again.

  "Reborn?"

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