Magic: Reincarnate from high-voltage electricity at the start, level up independently.

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

In the courtyard of Shiratsuyu Shrine, ginkgo leaves fall in successive cycles, and the once simple and weathered eaves become increasingly old and mottled with the passage of time.

Today happens to be the first day of the Lunar New Year, which is also the Spring Festival for Witch Star.

This is the thirty-seventh month that Su Lingbai has been quietly nurturing Chu Ge's celestial soul within the black coffin.

As dawn broke, the usually quiet and deserted Shiratsuyu Shrine began to bustle with activity early in the morning.

In the courtyard, there was a snake-woman girl with a unique appearance.

She had blonde hair and blue eyes on her upper body, and a bright green snake tail on her lower body. She wore a bright red scarf around her neck and was lazily sweeping the ground with a broom.

The girl's eyes were closed, her face was sleepy, and with each swing of the broom, her head would nod lazily, looking completely lazy and drowsy.

"Little cauliflower, don't be lazy here. Hurry up and sweep up the fallen leaves. The worshippers will be arriving soon."

A cold and indifferent voice slowly drifted from the main hall of the shrine.

Hearing this, Xiao Caihua slowly opened her eyes. Just then, the last withered leaf of the Ginkgo Tree gently drifted down and landed softly on the tip of her nose.

A tickle ran down her nose, and she couldn't help but let out a big yawn.

"Ah Qiu—!"

A sudden gust of wind swept up the mountain of fallen ginkgo leaves, scattering them everywhere.

Little Cauliflower: "..."

All that effort was for nothing.

Grass.

She glared angrily at the ginkgo tree in front of her. Only twelve lonely fruits remained hanging on the branches of the tangled, gnarled trunk.

Whenever the cold wind blows, these fruits sway from side to side, seemingly about to fall, but they never actually fall.

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

"Do you know how long I've been sweeping?! Damn it, I was dragged out of bed first thing in the morning to do chores!"

"I'm not like you, you clumsy big tree; this evil god needs to sleep!"

"Hibernate! Hibernate!"

Do you understand?!

Little Caihua blamed all the mistakes on the Ginkgo Tree.

"Hey! Why aren't you apologizing?!"

Seeing that the ancient tree remained silent and offered no response, Xiao Caihua became furious, clenched her fists, rushed forward, and smashed the tree trunk hard.

This punch was fierce and domineering; if an ordinary creature were to take it head-on, it would instantly turn into a cloud of blood mist.

Yet, despite such a heavy blow to the ginkgo tree, not a single mark was left.

Instead, the shock caused Little Cauliflower to fall to the ground, clutching her aching fist, and writhe on the floor, groaning and rolling around.

"Su Lingbai! I'm going on strike and quitting!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a slender figure slowly walked out of the main hall.

Dressed in a plain white kimono with crimson trim, she stood quietly in the morning light, her eyes cool and aloof, exuding a serene and divine aura that seemed to isolate her from the world.

Having shed her former dark gothic style, Su Lingbai now appears as a dignified and serene witch.

On the special day of the Lunar New Year, even a remote shrine like Shiratsui Shrine, which is usually deserted and detached from worldly affairs, will welcome visitors who come to pray for blessings.

Famous temples, shrines, and Taoist temples, which are popular with worshippers, are always packed with people during festivals.

In contrast, the sparsely populated Shiratsuyu Shrine is exceptionally quiet and peaceful, without the worry of crowds and noise, making it an excellent place for prayer.

"Get up and get to work. I don't have time to waste with your nonsense."

Su Lingbai spoke calmly, already used to Xiao Caihua's spoiled and unreasonable nature, and didn't pay much attention to it.

She held a pair of Spring Festival couplets written by herself in her arms. The characters were sharp and powerful, and each stroke had its own unique charm, showing the level of a master.

Then she moved a wooden stool over and stood on it, carefully and meticulously pasting the Spring Festival couplets that had been coated with glue.

Faced with Su Lingbai's indifferent attitude, Xiao Caihua could only reluctantly get up from the ground and pick up the broom again to continue sweeping the courtyard.

"Ugh, I hate Su Lingbai the most."

I hate you the most!

She cleaned while muttering complaints under her breath.

This time, she finally managed to clean the entire courtyard spotless.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Shiratsuyu Shrine welcomed its first worshipper of the day.

The visitor was dressed elegantly and properly, completely unlike the casual, unrestrained, and naked people that humans on Witch Planet usually do.

The inhabitants of Witch Star have always revered faith and divine rituals, so whenever they visit shrines or temples, they make a point of dressing neatly and showing respect.

Since the shrine did not have any statues of gods, Su Lingbai would randomly choose a large object and place it on the altar in the main hall during the New Year's incense offering season to deceive people.

The objects are simply covered with layers of red cloth, and worshippers are informed that this is a unique custom that has been passed down for a long time at the Shirare Bell Shrine. Even if someone has doubts, they will not deliberately investigate further.

The first pilgrim entered the main hall and bowed deeply in silent prayer before the mysterious "deity statue" wrapped in red cloth.

After the first visitor, a steady stream of worshippers followed, making the shrine increasingly lively and bustling.

Su Lingbai was in charge of presiding over the main hall, chanting sutras and praying for the pilgrims.

Little Cauliflower is responsible for greeting guests, guiding them, and taking care of trivial matters.

Even though the shrine occupies a small area and can be seen at a glance, it never lacks proper etiquette and hospitality.

Despite constantly complaining about how hard the work is and seemingly being unwilling, Xiao Caihua is actually looking forward to the Spring Festival.

Whenever worshippers come to pray for blessings, she receives a considerable amount of tips and rewards.

This money was enough for her to go down the mountain and buy lots of scratch-off lottery tickets for entertainment.

Furthermore, the shrine offers free lunch to worshippers during festivals.

At these times, she would always hear others praising the delicious food at the shrine.

She never tires of hearing compliments from others about her cooking skills.

The shrine was busy until after 6 p.m., and as dusk fell, it finally saw off the last worshipper of the day.

"It's finally over."

Little Caihua stood in the hazy glow of the setting sun, the sun casting a long shadow of her. The girl, broom in hand, began to clean up the debris and litter left behind by worshippers in the courtyard.

Su Lingbai did not stop. She walked up to the altar in the main hall, reached out and lifted the heavy red cloth, revealing the true appearance of the fake god statue.

It was a pitch-black coffin.

It turns out that the object used to deceive the public and serve as a deity today is the black coffin that has been stored in the courtyard for a long time.

She came up with this solution because there were many visitors during the Spring Festival and the courtyard was small. Placing the black coffin randomly would take up too much space.

Now that all the worshippers have left, it's time to put the black coffin back in its original place.

Su Lingbai carried the black coffin, slowly walked down from the altar, and headed towards the ancient ginkgo tree in the courtyard.

Upon reaching the tree, she carefully placed the black coffin gently on the ground.

The last rays of the setting sun fell silently, enveloping the silent black coffin, and a strange, eerie aura slowly emanated from within.

Su Lingbai keenly sensed something amiss, gently pushed open the heavy coffin lid, and looked down into it.

The originally ethereal and dim soul of Chu Ge inside the coffin has been nurtured for more than three years and is now indistinguishable from a real person, surrounded by a faint golden light.

Su Lingbai understood.

At this point, Chu Ge's celestial soul had been completely nurtured and was ready to be integrated into his physical body for resurrection.

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned to look at Xiao Caihua, who was still tidying up the courtyard, and ordered in a deep voice, "Immediately retrieve Chu Ge's body from the ice coffin."

"……knew."

Before long, Xiao Caihua carried the frozen body of a young girl and slowly swam to the ginkgo tree, where she gently placed the frozen body on the ground.

Su Lingbai reached into the black coffin and took out the condensed Heavenly Soul, gently placing it on the ice corpse.

Her expression instantly turned solemn and serious.

Time passed slowly, and the ethereal celestial soul gradually began to glow, slowly seeping into the frozen body.

After a long while, the Heavenly Soul completely merged with the physical body.

Clearly visible to the naked eye, the girl's originally pale and lifeless face slowly developed a rosy blush, giving birth to the vibrant vitality of a living person.

Seeing this, Su Lingbai breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems everything is going well."

She had been worried that the formed celestial soul would reject this physical body and refuse to merge with it.

Fortunately, all the worries were unnecessary. This body could perfectly accommodate the Heavenly Soul that carried Chu Ge, and the fit was perfect.

Su Lingbai raised her eyes and looked at the ginkgo tree standing to the side.

Now that things have come to this, only one final step remains.

She looked at the ginkgo fruits hanging on the branches and reached out to pluck one from afar.

He then reached out and pried open the ice-corpse girl's lips and teeth, placing the divine fruit into her mouth.

According to the ancient ancestral teachings passed down by the Shirare Bell Shrine, the ginkgo fruit can revive the dead and heal the wounded, pulling the dying back from the brink of death and giving them a second chance at life.

...While the ancestral teachings are true, the Shirare Bell Shrine has passed down this resurrection technique for generations, and none of the successive priestesses have ever truly performed it.

Even Su Lingbai couldn't be 100% certain whether Chu Ge could successfully awaken.

She had already done everything she could to prepare and use every possible method.

"Chu Ge, whether you can successfully awaken and be reborn depends on your own fate," Su Lingbai murmured softly.

But in the depths of her heart, where no one knew, she silently added a cold thought.

If this resurrection fails and she cannot wake up... then she can only dismantle her corpse, seal it in formaldehyde, and add it to her private collection.

You shouldn't blame me, right?