Reborn Medicine King

"Mo Jiuyou! Are you the one from the Nine Desolations Palace?"    

Mo Jiuyou chuckled, "That's right, it's me. Back in my younger days, I was gravely injured by a heavenly tribulation, and it was you who helped heal me. I didn't expect that after all these years, you would remain unchanged..."    

Heaven Supporting Divine Wood gently shook his head at this.    

"I've changed long ago. My original form has been severed by outsiders several times. What you see now is just a branch that's regrown to this state. Because of this, I've lost many memories. But now, it seems everything is different. It feels like fortune is finally smiling on us in the Nine Desolations. With masters like you returning and young talents like Jiang Fann rising, perhaps a golden age is on the horizon. Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction."    

Mo Jiuyou replied, "Rest assured, I don't plan on leaving after my return. I intend to stay in the Nine Desolations and wait for the world to elevate. You can probably sense my injuries, and I might need your help again."    

"You can stay by my side and recover at your own pace. As long as you have the heart to protect the Nine Desolations, I won't hesitate to use my spiritual strength to aid you."    

Meanwhile, Xiao Mo led the powerful tribe to the mountain gate. She stood at the entrance, looking around.    

"Who brought him here just now?"    

The cultivator from the eighth level of the Mortal Separating Stage quickly stepped forward. "That's me."    

Xiao Mo said, "My master wants me to send him back to the Great World. You're here to lead the way."    

The cultivator was initially taken aback. He glanced at the member of the powerful tribe, clearly wary of him, knowing full well how formidable he was. Yet, he couldn't understand why the woman only wanted to send him back instead of eliminating him.    

But now wasn't the time to dwell on it. He didn't want to upset the woman, especially since she was an ally, albeit an unknown one. He followed them, leading the two through the teleportation array to the surface, then flew toward their sect's teleportation array, a journey of just about half an hour.    

The powerful tribe's cultivator appeared very subdued in front of Xiao Mo, a stark contrast to his earlier arrogance upon entering the Nine Desolations.    

Walking beside the guide, Xiao Mo noticed his furrowed brow and asked, "Why the long face? My master is helping you by sending this outsider away. Why do you seem unhappy?"    

The cultivator, hearing her question, decided to voice his confusion. "Why didn't your master just eliminate him? Outsiders invading the Nine Desolations are never casually sent back. He killed several cultivators as soon as he arrived. Letting him go back seems too lenient."    

With Xiaomo by his side, the cultivator seemed much bolder. The giant-strength cultivator quickly explained to Xiaomo, "It's not entirely my fault. They were..."    

Before he could finish, Xiaomo shot him a cold look, prompting him to close his mouth without further explanation.    

She then turned to the human cultivator and asked, "Where are their bodies? How long have they been dead?"    

"Not more than two hours. They should still be near the spatial rift, waiting for their sect to retrieve them."    

Xiaomo calmly replied, "My master let him return for a reason, which you don't need to know. As for those he killed, I might still have the means to bring them back to life."    

Half an hour later, using the teleportation array, the human cultivator led the two to the vicinity of the spatial rift. Just as he mentioned, several bodies were still there. Other cultivators had gathered nearby, all on high alert, focusing intently on the spatial rift, not daring to relax even a bit.    

The appearance of the giant-strength clan drew their attention, and those who had seen him before were understandably on edge.    

The human cultivator stated directly, "This person has been defeated by Myriad Clouds Mountain. We're here to send him back to the great world, and this gentleman will destroy the spatial rift. Thank you all for standing guard here."    

At this moment, Xiao Mo led the powerful cultivator to the bodies lying nearby. Suddenly, she performed a mystical art, extracting a portion of spiritual strength from the Ancient God Clan member and channeling it into the corpses.    

As Xiao Mo continued her incantation, the surrounding space seemed to plunge into darkness. Every cultivator present was utterly shocked, as they felt their souls almost leaving their bodies, witnessing themselves from above. This sensation was incredibly unique.    

However, this experience lasted only a few seconds before everything returned to normal. At that point, several orbs of special spiritual strength appeared in Xiao Mo's hands, hovering over the corpses. After merging with the strength from the powerful cultivator, the energy was absorbed into the bodies.    

Suddenly, the once lifeless corpses showed signs of life, with faint breathing becoming evident. The cultivators were astounded, as it seemed like a miracle of resurrection.    

Xiao Mo then instructed, "You need to heal them quickly. I can only restore their souls, but I can't heal their injuries. In their current state, they won't last long. If possible, stabilize their vital signs and get them to the Heaven Pavilion. My master should be able to help with their recovery."    

The group of cultivators quickly administered healing pills to the revived individuals and expressed their gratitude.    

The giant warrior relaxed a bit when he saw that Xiao Mo wasn't making any further moves. He was definitely nervous, knowing that if Xiao Mo turned hostile, there would be no one to plead for him.    

Xiao Mo addressed him, "Do you remember what my master said?"    

"Yes, of course, I remember. I'll make sure to pass on the message."    

Xiao Mo then unleashed her power, leaving her mark on his arm, which puzzled him greatly.    

She continued, "I've marked you. If you fail to keep your promise, I'll personally come to your world and wipe out your clan. My master is Jiang Fann, and he has many ways to reach your world. We'll definitely meet again."    

The giant warrior was quite frustrated. The mark allowed him to fully gauge Xiao Mo's power, which was exactly as he had sensed before—at the peak of the Reincarnation Stage. He had no way to remove the mark unless his power surpassed hers.    

He replied, "Don't worry, I'll fulfill my promise to your master. I'll also ensure my subordinates spread the word."    

Xiao Mo, uninterested in further conversation, moved to the spatial rift. The giant warrior eagerly entered it and disappeared.    

Xiao Mo effortlessly shattered the spatial rift and then turned to the other cultivators.    

"I'm heading back to Myriad Clouds Mountain. Do you want to come along?"    

The cultivators quickly gathered their injured companions and followed her. The human expert who had led the way before resumed his role without further questions.    

On the way back, Mo glanced at the nearby cultivators, her brow slightly furrowed. She mused to herself, "I seem to have gained a touch of humanity..."    

At Myriad Clouds Mountain, Jiang Fann sat cross-legged beneath the Heaven Supporting Divine Wood. Up until now, only a few high-ranking members of the Heaven Pavilion knew that Jiang Fann had returned. The Nine Desolations Palace, upon learning of his presence, sent two individuals to meet him.    

Jiang Fann recognized both of them. One was Mo Yuan from the Nine Desolations Palace in the Low Nine Heavens. The other was Mo Wudi. Both had grown significantly stronger since he last saw them, and they were genuinely pleased to see Jiang Fann.    

Mo Wudi had known Jiang Fann for many years. When they first met, Jiang Fann was just beginning to show his potential. Over the years, he had become a prominent figure in the Nine Desolations, not necessarily due to his cultivation level, but because of his status and the top-tier cultivators who supported him.    

At that moment, Mo Jiuyou, who sported a braid and looked like a middle-aged man, was observing the two greeting Jiang Fann. He could sense a familiar bloodline aura from them, indicating they were his descendants.    

Mo Wudi, who had been conversing with Jiang Fann, suddenly noticed Mo Jiuyou. He was momentarily stunned, feeling a familiar presence deep within his bloodline. He nudged Mo Yuan, who reacted much more strongly upon seeing Mo Jiuyou, his mouth agape in disbelief.    

"An...ancestor..."    

Mo Wudi was stunned upon hearing this.    

The Nine Desolations Palace of Mo Yuan was situated in the Low Nine Heavens. It had maintained its legacy over the years, even featuring statues of ancestors like the renowned Mo Jiuyou. However, Mo Wudi's Nine Desolations Palace had suffered numerous invasions over time, leading to the loss of many traditions. As a result, he could only sense Mo Jiuyou's bloodline but was unaware of his identity.    

Mo Yuan addressed Mo Wudi, "This is our family's ancestor, Mo Jiuyou, the founder of the Nine Desolations Palace!"    

Hearing this, Mo Wudi stepped forward respectfully, "Junior Mo Wudi greets the ancestor."    

Mo Jiuyou was straightforward, "Boys, how about taking me back to the Nine Desolations Palace?"    

Jiang Fann didn't try to stop them. Mo Jiuyou needed to return to heal, and Mo Wudi and the others would surely follow him back.    

Mo Yuan led the way for Mo Jiuyou, while Mo Wudi approached Jiang Fann and asked seriously, "Where did you bring our ancestor back from?"    

"The Upper Nine Heavens. You can ask the elder for more details, but he still needs to heal, so get him to Myriad Clouds Mountain as soon as possible."    

"Understood, thank you."    

The Heaven Supporting Divine Wood infused Mo Jiuyou with a burst of Natural Aura, aiding his gradual recovery. Mo Jiuyou then left with the two, clearly eager to return.    

After seeing the three off, Jiang Fann approached the Divine Wood, gazing in its direction. He spoke up, "We've got intruders at our doorstep, and you haven't shown yourself. Are you still asleep or something?"    

Clearly, Jiang Fann wasn't talking to the tree itself. A golden dragon, about the size of a python, appeared on the Divine Wood, its aura much more stable than before he left. The old dragon seemed a bit embarrassed, hovering around Jiang Fann.    

"If that formation hadn't acted on its own, I would've shown up. But it might have backfired. My clan has a history with theirs, and my appearance would definitely provoke them, making things even more complicated."    

Jiang Fann replied, a bit annoyed, "With the formation's support and the Divine Wood aiding your recovery, what are you afraid of?"