Image 103: Attempting Resurrection

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[PS: The mobile version can’t display chapter 103, so I’m reposting a chapter to try. Fiery story. The editor stepped in, and the duplicate chapter disappeared, causing some friends with automatic subscriptions to pay an extra dime—my apologies. I will compensate with three updates over the next two days.]

The hushed conversation between master and servant in the hall couldn’t escape Sang Sang’s keen ears. She couldn’t help but smile gently, suddenly eager to see the other’s reaction upon realizing she was the dual-martial arts leader of Red Leaf City. But since the patient had already entered, Sang Sang didn’t dwell on it. She softened her voice, wearing an enticing smile: “Go lie down on the bed; it will be over soon.”

The bodies of the Danxia people are ultimately formed through the transformation of spiritual energy. Compared to naturally born humans, their genes aren’t as stable. Once their spiritual energy becomes unbalanced, various problems arise. The wealthy can find ways to change bodies, but those without money either endure the suffering or treat symptoms without addressing the root cause, until the pain becomes incurable.

When encountering such patients, Sang Sang’s meticulous control allows her to directly infuse spiritual energy, restoring balance within their bodies. Yet, using the artist’s methods proved quite fascinating.

For example, in cases of organ degeneration, the patient lies on the bed while a special mucus is applied to paper. The artist then draws intact images of the five internal organs on the paper. An assistant pours water over it, activating the mucus. The images don’t immediately manifest; instead, the color seeps into the patient’s body, reviving the aged organs.

Regenerating severed limbs is also intriguing. It’s not, as Sang Sang initially thought, a matter of using spiritual energy to boost cell vitality and accelerate cell division to grow new limbs. Instead, the mucus-coated paper is affixed to the stump, and the artist paints the complete limb onto it. After pouring water, the new limb replaces the old stump. At this stage, the artist’s skill is crucial—any slight misstep can cause mismatched sizes or lengths of hands and feet.

Some men’s “fifth limbs” posed peculiar problems, causing them to blush and stammer while comparing lengths with young girls. Sang Sang called over a male apprentice to draw, letting them gesture as they wished; she only handled the final spiritual energy infusion.

Unconsciously, Sang Sang had been stationed at the clinic for many days. The apprentice competition had long begun. Some apprentices had left, while others returned after losses. Sang Sang’s reputation had spread; everyone knew that the free clinic had a young but extraordinarily skilled artist. Her assistant position was so coveted that it rotated daily, often with two assistants at once.

There was no other way—her speed was too fast, and just pouring water kept one person busy.

After countless treatments, Sang Sang had nearly perfected her human body data and was preparing to start experimenting with resurrection in the coming days. Just as she was about to find the responsible female artist, she encountered her coming to see her instead.

“The individual artist competition starts tomorrow. I’m going back to rest tonight and won’t come tomorrow. Will you join me?”

Sang Sang shook her head. “My schedule is later. If you leave, who will manage the clinic?”

“Apprentice Chen Si. Except for insufficient spiritual energy accumulation, he’s already on par with artists,” the female artist said, pointing someone out to Sang Sang. Then she realized: “The competition is later—aren’t you participating in the individual contest?”

Sang Sang stopped and turned back. “I am. I never said I’m just an artist.”

The female artist’s eyes and mouth widened in disbelief, her throat dry. “No, it can’t be what I think it is…”

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The assistant Jia’an’s eyes nearly popped out. Suddenly, he shouted, “Master Sang Hongye!”

Sang Sang smiled and nodded.

The two were utterly stunned. The store fell so silent that one could hear a pin drop. The next moment, chaos erupted.

“I didn’t hear wrong—someone just called Sang Hongye!”

“Is that the Sang Hongye we know?”

“Sang Hongye, the dual-martial arts leader of Red Leaf City?”

“The thirteen-year-old heavenly-level grand artist?!”

“The young artist is Master Sang Hongye?!”

In unison: “Impossible!”

Sang Sang smiled and waved at the crowd of apprentices pushing forward. “Allow me to introduce myself—I am Sang Hongye of the Qinghe Academy of Painting in Red Leaf City.”

The Grand Painting Competition was a nationwide event, attracting universal attention. The thirteen-year-old heavenly-level grand artist was the very first in history and naturally became a favorite topic of conversation. The name Sang Hongye had long been mythologized through word of mouth. Seeing her in person left even the apprentices utterly shocked, not to mention the ordinary patients.

Some bowed, some gave thanks, some begged for blessings, others cried out for help—the clinic erupted into chaos.

After finally restoring order and calming down from the excitement of meeting their idol and having close contact with her, the female artist refused to return home. “Master Hongye, my name is Yan Rong. I’m a distant relative of the Yan family in Wang City. I won’t compete anymore—I want to be your assistant. Please permit me.”

Sang Sang asked, “Will your family agree?”

“Following you is my honor. How could they refuse?” Yan Yanrong said excitedly. After a pause, she added, “I’m ranked low in Wang City. I entered the competition mainly to experience the atmosphere. It’s fine if I don’t go.”

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Sang Sang decided not to look for Chen Si and instead instructed her, “Alright, arrange everything. Starting today, accept resurrection requests, prioritizing bodies deceased within seven days.”

Yan Yanrong quickly ordered the staff to post notices and then followed Sang Sang.

A staff member proudly announced the news to the patients lining up. While others were shocked, he remained unusually composed, wearing an air of superiority, as if sober among the intoxicated. He was the only one who had seen Sang Hongye’s contestant qualification certificate. Though uncertain at first, the artist’s recent performance made him suspect he hadn’t been mistaken. Once, when pouring water, he had called “Master Sang” and received a reply, confirming the truth. Yet, fearing that the artist might be deliberately hiding her identity, he dared not expose her and instead secretly enjoyed the moment.

The difference between resurrection and healing lay solely in creating a new body and then guiding the soul back.

The most crucial part was the soul guidance.

A skilled grand artist could, through the deceased’s relics, summon the complete soul and memories back to the new body. However, typical resurrection caused minor memory loss; some even suffered severe amnesia, becoming mentally impaired. Fortunately, lost memories would gradually restore through similar environments and circumstances.

Sang Sang did not act recklessly. Choosing bodies deceased within seven days ensured that souls had not yet been cleansed of memories, and the corpse had not decayed severely, strengthening soul guidance and preventing summoning the wrong spirit or losing soul and spirit halves.

This caution was necessary because the first resurrected person was a young man with a strong will to live, deceased only three days. After revival, he showed minor memory loss. Although the family and he were immensely grateful, claiming they never imagined such a swift and successful resurrection, with only childhood memories vague—this exceeded all expectations.

Yet Sang Sang would not allow flaws in her work.

“From now on, I will only accept resurrection cases. Other patients should be referred to different artists,” Sang Sang instructed Yan Yanrong. Because of her, several artists who failed to enter the semifinals had come seeking her by reputation, some staying to offer free treatments. The staff was finally sufficiently large.

Yan Yanrong worriedly advised, “Resurrection demands great spiritual energy. This will tire you.”

Sang Sang waved for the next patient’s family to enter. “It’s fine. I won’t force myself if I can’t handle it.”

(To be continued.)