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Chapter 3962: 4.1562 Murong Xun

In the lush, verdant mountains behind the Royal Academy, people stood in silence before a crystal coffin. No one spoke for a long time, and the atmosphere was incredibly heavy.

"Big Brother, please reconsider," Yun Piaomiao said softly, lowering his eyes. "After all, it concerns her master; Qiaoqiao should have the right to know."

Yun Piaomiao sighed, his gaze lingering on the ice crystal jade coffin, a hint of weariness in his expression. For so many years, from painstakingly gathering medicinal ingredients to carefully debating which experienced alchemist to invite. After much consideration, they had finally invited Grand Elder He Wen of Medicine King Island, a peak-level Divine Alchemist. The result, however... all their efforts were in vain.

Leaves rustled softly. Ni Hanzhi, dressed in a long, blue-patterned dress with her dark hair neatly tied, emerged from behind the woods, supporting a slightly aged and weary old man.

"Grand Elder He Wen, why are you up?" Yun Piaomiao turned and asked.

Beside him, Master Wuyan silently lowered his eyes, lost in thought.

He Wen allowed his disciple Ni Hanzhi to assist him a few steps forward. He gazed into the crystal coffin at the purple-clad woman, her eyes tightly closed as if in deep slumber. Her features were gentle, yet held a touch of enchanting charm, her beautiful face radiating brilliance. Even with her eyes closed, it seemed nothing could diminish her radiant presence.

If Qiao Mu were here, she would be greatly astonished. This was none other than her beloved master, Murong Xun...

Murong Xun's body was perfectly preserved, but no one knew how long she had been lying in this crystal coffin.

Yun Cong turned to Grand Elder He Wen and nodded slightly. "Grand Elder He Wen is unwell and should rest more."

He Wen looked ashamed. "I failed to save your friend and wasted such excellent medicinal ingredients for nothing..."

Yun Cong gently interrupted him. "Grand Elder He Wen has already done his best."

Yun Cong wouldn't blame He Wen for failing to refine the Soul Revival Pill. In fact, He Wen had refined it, but due to refining a Saint-level pill beyond his grade, Master He Wen had suffered a backlash, and his face remained pale even now. The unfortunate truth was that the Soul Revival Pill He Wen refined was merely a low-grade, orange-veined pill, its medicinal power completely insufficient to awaken A-Xun. So... this Soul Revival Pill was essentially a half-finished product of poor quality.

Yun Cong sighed deeply. Was this fate? He had originally believed that with Grand Elder He Wen's abilities, producing a mid-grade blue-veined pill would be enough to save A-Xun. Even if the medicinal power was slightly lacking, as long as she could wake up, she could slowly recover and recuperate for the rest of her life. Of course, a mid-grade blue-veined pill couldn't compare to a high-grade purple-veined or supreme-grade black-veined pill. But at least there was hope, wasn't there?

Unexpectedly, even with this... hope remained slim.

Yun Cong silently lowered his gaze, sighing deeply in his heart. His eyes fell gently upon Murong Xun, gazing at her intently.

The Soul Revival Pill had failed. This meant... A-Xun ultimately could not be brought back to life. A-Xun's body had been kept here for three days. At the latest, she would have to be buried the day after tomorrow. No matter what, in the end, people must return to the earth to find peace.