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Chapter 3983: 4.1583 One Pill Per Lifetime

His expression was strained, and he turned his head like a mechanical puppet to look at the silent Qiao Mu. Is that true, Qiaoqiao?

Qiao Mu sat there, numbly clutching Murong Xun, seemingly unable to hear or see anyone speaking to her.

"Qiao, isn't Qiaoqiao just a Earth-level alchemist?"

"Before going to the Phoenix Wood Forest, Qiaoqiao had already advanced to a Heaven-level alchemist."

"But, but a Heaven-level alchemist and a Divine-level alchemist are worlds apart, you know," Yun Piaomiao couldn't help but say weakly. Although it was only a difference of one major realm, it was like an insurmountable chasm.

Mo Lian lowered his gaze and sighed deeply. "When you encounter problems, why must you keep them to yourselves and not discuss them with others?"

"It was precisely Qiaoqiao, that Heaven-level alchemist, who successfully produced a Soul Revival Pill by challenging a higher rank just a few days ago."

"If you don't believe me, you can come back with us to Longyan City and see my mother's current condition."

Yun Cong almost lost his footing, swaying as if he would collapse. Zhou Danjin, seeing this, quickly rushed forward with several other mentors to support him.

Grand Elder He Wen, who had been standing there and heard everything from start to finish, already looked utterly shocked. A Heaven-level alchemist challenging and succeeding in producing a Soul Revival Pill, and actually bringing someone back to life? Unheard of! Let alone his disciple, Ni Hanzhi, not believing it; even he... he couldn't believe it was true!

"Then is there still hope now??" Mentor Wei Xu couldn't help but ask anxiously.

Qiao Mu held Murong Xun, her expression vacant. She neither spoke nor looked up, just kept her head down, lost in thought.

Mo Lian knew she was heartbroken. He gently pried open her cold little hand and softly comforted her. "Qiaoqiao, shall we let Master rest in the coffin, okay?"

Qiao Mu clung to Murong Xun, unwilling to let go. She seemed to hear Mo Lian's voice, yet she couldn't give any reaction. She felt her entire body stiff, her mind a chaotic mess, as if countless sounds were exploding, or perhaps, no sound at all.

Murong Xun was dead, and it was her, the disciple, who was useless, unable to save her master. Even if she were to refine another Soul Revival Pill now, it would be useless. A Soul Revival Pill could only be consumed once in a lifetime. If it failed, it was a complete failure. Otherwise, if a person could die and be resurrected multiple times, wouldn't the Dao of Heaven also fall into chaos? If someone could just be resurrected with one pill as long as their body wasn't destroyed, wouldn't that be chaotic?

Qiao Mu sat there in a daze, holding her master silently, lost in thought.

Mo Lian, seeing her state, couldn't help but panic. He quickly shook her small body, and without hesitation, gently separated Murong Xun from her embrace. He pulled his pitiful little wife into his arms.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao? Don't be afraid, don't worry. I'm here for everything."

"How about we first put Master's body into the Star Domain for preservation?" Mo Lian whispered into her ear. "Throughout our lives, we'll surely find another way to bring her back to life, okay?"

Qiao Mu's eyes stung, feeling as if she had no more tears to shed. "Can we?" she asked, her voice low and weak.

"Definitely!" Mo Lian nodded heavily, holding his little wife, his heart aching. "Don't you trust your husband?"

Qiao Mu shook her head. "I trust you."