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Chapter 474: The Covenant of Spiritual Soil
Shousheng stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes full of doubt and curiosity. Ajing mentioned Qu Xinzhu's resurrection in the letter, which made him wonder in his mind: "How can Ling Luanluan's mother be resurrected?"

He recalled that when he was in Fenghua City, he had heard many things about Evian Pavilion, and those strange impressions made him curious about it all.

He stood on the street, surrounded by people coming and going, but in his heart he was thinking about the resurrection of Ling Luan Luan's mother. He thought, this resurrection sounded really mysterious, what kind of method was it? Thinking of this, he became more and more curious, and his pace unconsciously quickened.

He knew that he had a duty, and this was his mission. So, with curiosity and determination, he walked towards Zhaoxing Pavilion. Along the way, various curious speculations about Ling Luanluan kept emerging in his mind, and his heart was full of expectations.

When he arrived in front of Zhaoxing Pavilion, he looked at the familiar gate, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in. He knew that the answer he wanted to know might be hidden here.

When Shousheng stepped into the gate of Zhaoxing Pavilion, he saw Yinting and Quliu walking towards the pavilion. Quliu was enthusiastic and greeted him from a distance with open arms: "Taosheng, long time no see!" Yinting also smiled and nodded gently to greet him. Shousheng walked up to him quickly and responded: "I rushed here as soon as I received the news. What's the situation?"

Qu Liu said: "We just received the news and don't quite understand the situation yet. Let's go in and take a look first." Shousheng nodded and walked into Zhaoxing Pavilion with Qu Liu and Yinting.

Ajing told the whole story in detail, and Shousheng listened attentively. He knew that it would not be easy to help Ling Luanluan recover his past memories and solve the mysteries, but his eyes were firm, and he had dealt with the most difficult things for the spirits in the past few years.

Cheng Mu said seriously, "Let's get started. We need a few things, including your approval of the Death Freedom Order."

As he spoke, Cheng Mu took out a file from the drawer of the study and handed it to Shousheng. Shousheng took the file and took a close look at it. He saw that it recorded what Qu Xinzhu had applied for: the order to exempt Ling Luanluan from death. He frowned slightly, then picked up a pen and signed his name on the file. Then, Shousheng handed the file to Cheng Mu, who also signed his name carefully. After that, Cheng Mu uploaded the file to the system of the spirit tribe. As the file was successfully uploaded, the system prompted that the approval of the order to exempt Ling Luanluan from death was effective, and the matter was settled.

Cheng Mu took out a handful of spiritual soil with a solemn expression, handed it to Qu Liu, and said, "Qu Liu, next I need your blood to drip into this spiritual soil."

Qu Liu took a deep breath, his eyes were firm, and he stretched out his hand without hesitation, using his spiritual energy to cut his finger. With a strong stroke, a blood mark appeared immediately, and blood slowly dripped down his finger. Qu Liu tilted his finger slightly, letting the blood drop towards the spiritual soil. The blood dripped onto the spiritual soil, instantly seeping into it, spreading on the surface of the spiritual soil, and emitting a strange light. The spiritual soil seemed to be activated and began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this, Jing Ting hurried forward and blew a breath of spiritual energy carefully to heal Qu Liu's wound. She looked at Qu Liu with concern and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Qu Liu smiled and shook his head, saying: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's just a small matter." Qu Liu stared at the spiritual soil, his eyes full of expectation, wondering how this spiritual soil would produce spiritual fruits.

Then Cheng Mu carefully took out a spiritual fruit and gently placed it in the spiritual soil. In an instant, the spiritual fruit seemed to be injected with a mysterious power and began to undergo wonderful changes. It slowly absorbed the nutrients in the spiritual soil, and the originally green skin gradually became full and shiny, as if covered by a layer of crystal clear gems, flashing a soft light.

Afterwards, a faint halo appeared around the spiritual fruit, which became brighter and brighter, as if the entire space was dyed with a layer of dreamy colors, full of vitality and vigor. Under the cover of the light, the top of the spiritual fruit slowly bulged, and a small embryo shape began to appear, like a new bud that had just broken through the ground, fresh and full of hope. Then, the embryo gradually stretched and turned into the shape of a small bean, round and cute, with wisps of spiritual energy flowing on the surface, like a dancing silk thread.

The entire spiritual fruit is now like a mysterious embryo containing infinite life energy, exuding an amazing aura, making people look forward to its subsequent changes.

Everyone cheered in surprise when they saw the spiritual fruit transformed into the shape of a small bean. At this time, A Jing said excitedly: "Then, all that's missing is a drop of blood, a drop of tears from a loved one, and endless longing." Then he looked at Cheng Mu and said, "I'll go and ask Ling Luanluan to come over." Cheng Mu nodded.

Ah Jing immediately turned around and ran over, and soon he brought Ling Luan Luan over. Ling Luan Luan looked very haggard, her face was as pale as paper, and her already fair skin was now even whiter and glowing.

When Shousheng saw Ling Luanluan, he was shocked by her beauty with a hint of surprise. Although Ling Luanluan looked tired, she still couldn't hide her unique temperament, like a flower shivering in the cold wind, which made people feel pity.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Luanluan. A Jing gently pulled her hand, preparing for the next step. The atmosphere was tense and full of expectation. A Jing said to Ling Luanluan, "This is your mother. She will be resurrected soon." Ling Luanluan looked confused and dazed. She looked a little cautious, like an ignorant child.

Ajing then said to Ling Luanluan, "Now I still need a drop of your blood, a drop of your tear, and endless longing." Ling Luanluan was confused. She really had no memory of her mother, let alone endless longing, not even a trace of longing, and naturally no tears.

Everyone was worried.

Ling Luanluan said, "You can have a drop of blood." So Ling Luanluan's fingertips slid lightly and a drop of blood dripped. Ah Jing helped her heal the wound with his spiritual energy with a distressed look, and gently rubbed her smooth fingers before he felt relieved.

But now there are no tears or thoughts, what should we do? Everyone was silent, and Ajing suddenly slapped his head and said, "Oh, Luanluan is a descendant of the Geling tribe. Although she has half of the blood of the Tan tribe, she also has half of the blood of the Geling tribe. Maybe playing the music of the Ling tribe can awaken her memory of her mother."

So Ajing and Cheng Mu looked at Yin Ting and Qu Liu. Qu Liu and Yin Ting looked at each other. Qu Liu said helplessly: "We still have to go around the world to soothe spirits and travel through time and space. It's really not very convenient." Yin Ting also nodded and said: "Yes, we have to travel through time and space, the content is very complicated. And we are preparing to get married recently, so we really don't have time."

After hearing this, Cheng Mu said helplessly: "Indeed, they are both too busy. This matter cannot be completed in a short time. It may take several years. They have to be busy with various things such as getting married and having children in the next few years."

Ah Jing looked at them and said worriedly, "What should we do?"

Suddenly, Yin Ting had an idea and said, "Shousheng, Shousheng is a rare talent in the music of the Songling tribe, besides the two of us. He is better at the music of the Songling tribe than many of us lazy Songling tribe members. Let Shousheng take him there."

Shousheng quickly declined, "Ah, I'm busy too, and I've been busy lately. I came back just to see you guys, and I may not be able to come again in the future. I can't leave my post, and I only have time to rest occasionally."

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Ah Jing said hurriedly: "It's enough to have some rest time occasionally, Shousheng, or let Ling Luanluan live in your 'Pingshui Weijing'."

When Cheng Mu heard what Ah Jing said, he slightly widened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded in agreement. Shou Sheng looked at Yin Ting and Qu Liu, and they smiled at each other and nodded slightly to show their approval. Shou Sheng frowned slightly and said helplessly: "I don't have much time to play. I can only play some songs after I finish my work every day." After hearing this, Ah Jing hurriedly nodded frantically and said: "That should be enough."

Shousheng smiled helplessly, thinking that although he was busy with work, since everyone was looking forward to it, it would be difficult to refuse. He looked at everyone and said, "Pingshui Weijing is quiet, and Ling Luanluan can rest assured if she lives there." Cheng Mu nodded and said, "Brother Shousheng's Pingshui Weijing is quiet and peaceful, and it is indeed a good place." Yinting also smiled and said, "This is a good choice for Ling Luanluan."

A Jing continued, "Shou Sheng, see if you can arrange for Ling Luan Luan to live there first, and then we can find a way to help her recover her memory as soon as possible." Shou Sheng thought for a moment and said, "I will try my best to find time to play the music, and I hope it will be helpful to Ling Luan Luan."

After Shousheng returned to Pingshui Weijing, he began to arrange a place for Ling Luanluan to live. He took Ling Luanluan to a quiet room, which was simply and warmly decorated. Ling Luanluan looked at the unfamiliar environment with a little confusion in his eyes. Shousheng said softly: "This will be your residence from now on. If you have any needs, just tell me." Ling Luanluan nodded slightly and whispered: "Thank you."

In the following days, Shousheng would play music in his spare time. The music he played flowed slowly in the quiet air of Pingshui, making Luanluan feel as if she was in a world full of fantasy. As the music sounded, Luanluan's thoughts were gradually touched, and she began to recall some vague fragments.

Shousheng watched Ling Luanluan's changes and was filled with anticipation. He hoped that through his efforts, Ling Luanluan could recover her memory as soon as possible and realize her mother's resurrection.

I saw it slowly absorbing the nutrients in the spiritual soil, and its originally green skin gradually became plump and lustrous, as if it was covered by a layer of crystal clear gems, sparkling with soft light.