When this thought flashed through her mind, Ye Lingyue almost spoke unconsciously.
"Cauldron Spirit, if I give you enough spirit stones, can you refine anything? Besides elixirs and spiritual artifacts, can you even refine a person?"
Ye Lingyue spoke anxiously, biting her tongue in the process, blood spreading in her mouth, but she didn’t feel any pain.
Even though she knew this thought was ridiculous, Ye Lingyue couldn’t control herself.
Little Wuya and Little Zhiyo were also frightened by Ye Lingyue’s words.
But they both chose to remain silent.
Since the leader left her family and friends, they have been by her side and are the ones most sensitive to her pain.
After waking up, the leader seed fine, able to talk and laugh, but every night, she would lie in bed, unable to sleep all night.
As her beast pets, they were powerless.
Returning to the Feng Residence that night was the only peaceful night the leader had.
So people go unnoticed while they’re there.
Ye Lingyue waited anxiously for the Cauldron Spirit’s response, each mont becoming excruciatingly painful.
But once they’re gone, one realizes their value.
He had been dead for several days, and each day was an agony for Ye Lingyue.
Even if others laughed at her as a madwoman, she would try any slight chance she had.
The Cauldron Spirit was anxious, afraid that if it said no, its owner would "return" it.
It hesitated for a mont, then said pitifully.
"Master, your request is a bit difficult."
But imdiately, it spoke very quickly.
"But it’s not impossible. Our Cauldron Spirits are divided into three ranks: Spirit, Saint, and Immortal. At least as a Cauldron Saint, the Cauldron Spirit can refine elixirs and artifacts, the Cauldron Saint can refine life, and the Cauldron Immortal can refine Outer Heaven."
In other words, it was currently just a Cauldron Spirit, and refining a living being was difficult for it. However, once it grew into a Cauldron Saint, it could then refine living beings.
Ye Lingyue was a bit disappointed, but she didn’t completely give up; at least there was still a glimr of hope.
"How long will it take for you to beco a Cauldron Saint?"
"Well, it depends on the person. The strength of a Cauldron Spirit is related to its host. For example, my mother’s host was the Hong ng Fang Immortal, and she beca a Cauldron Immortal in a short ti, about only a thousand years." The Cauldron Spirit spoke with an envious and jealous tone.
Becoming a Cauldron Immortal in a thousand years and refining a Cave Heaven like Hong ng Heaven was an incredible feat among the Cauldron Spirit family.
Unfortunately, the life of a Cauldron Spirit is tied to its host.
Nobody knew what happened to the Hong ng Fang Immortal, but they left the Qian Cauldron, causing its mother to disappear with it, leaving it as a little Cauldron Spirit.
Imrsed in its mories, the Cauldron Spirit didn’t even notice Little Zhiyo and Little Wuya giving frantic signals. When Ye Lingyue heard "a thousand years," her face imdiately fell.
For Cauldron Spirits, a thousand years might pass in the blink of an eye. But for the cultivators on the Qing Province continent, unless they could break through to the Divine Power Realm and beco the Main God, a thousand years later, they would be nothing but dust and bones.
Not to ntion, Ye Lingyue was just a Fang Venerate now, and breaking through to beco a Fang Immortal would take many years. If she aged while resurrecting Feng Xun, just thinking about the age difference was enough to make her shiver.
Ye Lingyue fell silent.
"Hey, master, why do you have the aura of Demon Essence on you?" The Cauldron Spirit rambled on before suddenly bouncing around like a small puppy, circling Ye Lingyue.
"Demon Essence? What’s that?"
Ye Lingyue was puzzled and opened the Qiankun Purple Gold Bag. Besides wealth and so elixirs and spiritual artifacts, there was only a Moonflower King, the Phoenix Order, and the pair of Female and Male Nine Dragon Chant.
Feng Xun was forcibly suppressed by the Four-directions Sealing Demon Array, and his body couldn’t be preserved.
However, Zitang Su still handed over Feng Xun’s belongings to Ye Lingyue.
To stop herself from reminiscing, Ye Lingyue kept them in the Qiankun Purple Gold Bag.
"Demon Essence is the Primordial Spirit refined by powerful beings above the Demon King Level. In the Demon World, there’s a saying, ’The Primordial Spirit is immortal, life eternal.’" The Cauldron Spirit glanced at the Moonflower King and spotted an extrely faint aura on the flower.
On the stigma of the Moonflower King, a thread of Primordial Spirit appeared, as weak as a flickering candle, impossible for most to discern.
"Oh no, this Primordial Spirit is too faint. It seems like it could dissipate at any mont. Master, we need to find a way to strengthen this trace of Demon Essence." The Cauldron Spirit expressed concern.
This Demon Essence was the weakest Primordial Spirit it had ever seen.
It seed like it would dissolve with just a breeze.
Luckily, it had been hiding in the Moonflower King; otherwise, it might have already dissipated.
"Whatever way we need, just tell ." Ye Lingyue said without hesitation.
"First, we need to find a place where Demon Essence has lingered. The aura left there would aid in its restoration. Also, we need to strengthen its Primordial Spirit with Cauldron Breath."
Following the Cauldron Spirit’s suggestion, Ye Lingyue brought the Demon Essence back to her bedroom, where Feng Xun had lived in his early years.
Fortunately, the Ye Family arranged this courtyard with minimal changes.
The entire courtyard was almost the sa as when Feng Xun lived there.
Once back in the bedroom, the Primordial Spirit beca slightly clearer than before.
The Cauldron Spirit then released a wisp of white Cauldron Breath.
Since the Cauldron Spirit appeared, the black and white Cauldron Breath of the Qian Cauldron had grown more active.
Ye Lingyue unexpectedly discovered that the white Cauldron Breath now had the power to restore Primordial Spirits.
The white Cauldron Breath rged with the Primordial Spirit, and the flickering fla that was like a dying lamp was infused with new life. From being the size of a firefly, it grew to the size of a finger, and eventually began to take the form of a small figure.
Tall and slender, dressed in white, the Primordial Spirit stood quietly on the Moonflower King, untouched by dust.
Yet he appeared expressionless, like a wandering ghost floating aimlessly.
Seeing that trace of Primordial Spirit, Ye Lingyue couldn’t help but cover her mouth, struggling to suppress a scream.
But Little Zhiyo and Little Wuya couldn’t hold back, and the two little creatures whirled around excitedly.
"Zhiyo~"
"It’s Young Master Feng!"
"It’s the Ghost Emperor!"
Little Wuya and Little Zhiyo were bickering back and forth.
Ye Lingyue stared fixedly at that trace of Primordial Spirit, tears gradually filling her eyes.
So he had been by her side all along, unbeknownst to her, and no wonder she slept so peacefully last night, even feeling like soone was watching over her in the dark.
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