Ancestral System, Resurrection

[Ding! The host has obtained the recognition of a junior and has activated the Ancestor System. The host has been rewarded with a novice gift bag. Do you wish to activate it?]

A crisp yet emotionless voice suddenly sounded in Mo Fan's mind. An illusory mask appeared in front of him.

A small red gift box appeared in front of him. There was a word in each box: [Yes] and [No].

'System?'

Mo Fan was a web-novel author. He had written stories about systems before, so he was no stranger to it. "Yes."

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for opening the newbie gift bag. You have received a divine-tier item, the Soul Returning Talisman.]

[Soul Resurrection Talisman: Able to bring the soul of a dead person who has been dead for less than two hours back into his own body, bringing him back to life and healing his injuries.]

'Hmm, good stuff!' Mo Fan sighed inwardly. It was a pity that he could only resurrect people who had just died. He had been dead for hundreds of years, and he had no idea where his body had gone. It seemed like he could not use it on himself.

[Ding! The host has triggered a mission to save the family. The host's 17th-generation descendant, Mo Qingkuang, has passed away. The Mo Clan is in chaos. If it is not stopped, the Mo Clan will be cut off and the host will be killed.] 

[Mission Reward: God-Tier cultivation technique, Violent Wind and Falling Leaves Technique]

'F*ck! I'm the writer of this book, and you're trying to kill me by rubbing this to my face? I didn't set up this plot! Heavens, are you f*cking with me?'

'Fine, this Soul Resurrection Talisman can only be given to Mo Qingkuang.'

"Brat, if I let you come back to life, can you help your father?" Mo Fan asked.

Mo Qingkuang looked at Mo Fan in shock. He could revive him?

Regardless of whether it was true or not, he had to try his best!

"Ancestor, if you can bring me back to life, they naturally have no reason to threaten Father. As long as I'm here, the younger generation of the Mo Clan won't dare to jump!" As long as he could come back to life, he would not waste this chance that his ancestor gave him.

"Good luck with that. Just remember, when you come back to life, don't reveal my existence to anyone. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to kill you!" Mo Fan glared icily at the boy. His existence was a loophole in the mysteries of this world. If someone were to discover it, who knew if they would be able to harm the soul?

When Mo Qingkuang heard this, he thought that this was his chance! He hurriedly said, "Ancestor, don't worry. I won't reveal your existence! I wouldn't dare!"

Mo Fan nodded. He took out the Soul Returning Talisman and pointed it at Mo Qingkuang. The Soul Returning Talisman emitted a colorful glow and entered Mo Qingkuang's forehead.

Mo Qingkuang only felt a strong sense of weightlessness. The body on the bed seemed to have an irresistible strong suction force, pulling his soul down.

He couldn't even struggle before he was pulled back into his familiar body.

The colorful light that could not be seen by the naked eye gradually entered Mo Qingkuang's body. The broken meridians in his body were repaired, and the wounds on his body that were burned by Lin Yang's fire attribute True Essence quickly recovered. His pale face also gradually regained its color.

Mo Qingkuang could feel a powerful force slowly gathering in his limbs and bones and returning to his control.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Mo Qingkuang, who had been dead for a while, sat up on the bed.

Mo Qingkuang looked around in a daze and pinched his delicate forearm.

The intense pain made him frown, but then he quickly relaxed. It wasn't a dream! He was alive again!

....

"Ha… That Young Master is too much. It's fine if he can't beat him, but he even took forbidden drugs. In the end, he still lost to Lin Yang. Really..." 

In the courtyard, an elder looked at Mo Shan's lonely back and sighed.

"Hmph, that child has evil intentions and is always causing trouble everywhere. He is not a blessing for the Mo Clan!" Another elder coldly snorted.

"Feng'er, come here and greet the elders." Mo Hai was overjoyed. He called over the impatient Mo Qingfeng to meet the elders.

"Mo Qingfeng greets the elders," Mo Qingfeng excitedly walked out from the corner and bowed to the elders.

Mo Qingfeng had always been suppressed by Mo Qingkuang. He had always disliked his cousin's arrogance and despotism. However, Mo Qingkuang's strength was far above his, and his father, Mo Hai, was not as influential as Mo Shan.

Thus, he buried his pride deep in his heart and didn't dare to provoke Mo Qingkuang.

In truth, he had always been envious of Mo Qingkuang's high and mighty status and had held a deep grudge against him.

Fortunately, the heavens seemed to see his misfortune. This time, Mo Qingkuang courted death and lost his life. Only then did he get the chance to take charge of the younger generation of the Mo Clan. In the future, he could even become the Clan Head!

How could he not be excited?

The lackeys who usually followed Mo Qingkuang to walk the dog and bully the weak hurriedly expressed their loyalty when they saw the new Young Master take over.

In the past, when they were still following Mo Qingkuang, they bullied Mo Qingfeng quite a bit. Mo Qingfeng had always been submissive and did not dare to become enemies with Mo Qingkuang.

Now that he had become the new Young Clan Head, they were afraid that Mo Qingfeng would settle scores with them.

They all opened their mouths and shouted,

"Greetings, Young Master!"

"Greetings, Young Master!"

The elders also cupped their hands and said, "Young Master, there's no need to be so polite."

…

Mo Qingfeng felt extremely satisfied with the turn of events. So this was how Mo Qingkuang was treated in the past? From today onwards, it's finally his turn!

With a smile on his face, he tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart and said humbly, "No problem, no problem. In the future, I hope that all Brothers and Elders will support me."

"It's only right, it's only right…"

"Young Clan Head is young and talented. In the future, he will lead our clan back to the glory of our ancestors!"

The courtyard was filled with joy and harmony as if the Mo Clan had encountered a joyous event. They did not even remember that their previous Young Master, the number one genius of Celesouth City, the hope of the Mo Clan's rise, Mo Qingkuang, had just died on his own bed.

Mo Shan heard the commotion behind him and stopped in his tracks. However, he did not turn around and walked out of the door in silence.

His only son was dead, and his heart was already dead. Power and wealth were no longer important. As long as he could avenge Kuang'er, the position of the Clan Head was equivalent to his half-crippled life. So what if he gave it up?

At this moment, a maid ran out of Mo Qingkuang's room and shouted excitedly, "Clan Head! Master! The Young Master is awake!"

The maid's words were like a powerful mute spell. All the conversations in the courtyard came to an abrupt end and fell into a dead silence.

Everyone looked at the maid in horror.

Mo Shan, who had just taken a step out of the courtyard, suddenly turned his head. The violent twist of his body made an ear-piercing crack in his neck, but he was completely unaware of it.

"What did you say?"

"Master, Young Master is awake!" The maid repeated.

After a long moment of silence, Mo Qingfeng, who had just been promoted to the new Young Clan Head, could not accept the sudden turn of events. He flew into a rage, "Are you crazy? Just now, the Clan Head said it himself, Young Master… Brother Qingkuang has unfortunately passed away! What nonsense are you talking about? Men, take this crazy woman down!"