Jing Xuan slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in a new body, a young body entirely different from his previous one. In front of him stood a young man, bowing in respect, his eyes filled with gratitude.
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The young man spoke softly, "I thank the Dao Emperor for answering this call." Then he lifted his gaze, meeting Jing Xuan's eyes with a look of curiosity and respect.
"Master, my name is Lang Tian, and I am the son of the Lang family."
Jing Xuan stared coldly at the young man before him, then muttered to himself, "The Dao Emperor... I told that sage I wanted to die peacefully. What do you want now?"
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His expression was filled with boredom and frustration, tired of a life that had not ended as he had wished. He raised his gaze to Lang Tian, who was watching him with intense focus, and asked sharply, "What do you want from me, boy?"
Lang Tian responded humbly, though his voice carried clear desperation, "Master, I am the illegitimate son of the Lang family.
My family was once great, but it has declined due to internal strife and weakness. Now, no one recognizes me as a legitimate heir. That is why I asked the Dao Emperor to bring you back to this world. I need your help... to make my family great again"
Jing Xuan looked at the boy in silence, then sighed as he leaned back, acknowledging the new reality he found himself in. "So, you want me to use my centuries of knowledge and experience to restore your family's lost glory?"
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Jing Xuan stared at Lang Tian in astonishment upon hearing the young man's bold words. The boy continued, his tone resolute and determined, "I will sacrifice my entire soul, Master... All I ask is that you enter my body and use it as you see fit."
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There was a moment of silence, but before Jing Xuan could respond, changes began to occur in Lang Tian's body.
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Gradually, the young man's form started to dissolve, slowly, as if his very essence was evaporating into the air.
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With each passing moment, his body vanished more and more, but his eyes remained fixed on Jing Xuan, filled with hope and pleading.
His hands disappeared first, then his arms, as if his soul was withdrawing from his body, leaving an empty space behind.
It was both bewildering and astonishing, but Lang Tian showed no fear. He seemed to have accepted his fate.
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In his final moment before completely vanishing, Lang Tian knelt on one knee and spoke softly, his voice filled with sincerity and emotion, "Please, Master... take care of my family for
me."
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Then, Lang Tian's body vanished entirely, as if he had never been there to begin with, leaving only a silent void behind.
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Jing Xuan stood still, stunned by what had happened. He realized that the young man had sacrificed his entire soul for him, granting him another chance at life.
Jing Xuan felt a surge of power flowing through his new body—Lang Tian's youthful, energetic body.
For the first time in many long years, he felt life returning to his veins. The boy had given him a new opportunity, along with a new responsibility.
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Standing in this youthful body, Jing Xuan recalled Lang Tian's last words. This time, he had a different mission.
It wasn't just about reviving himself in this body; he now had a promise to fulfill to the boy—to take care of the Lang family and restore its former glory.
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And with this new beginning, Jing Xuan, the greatest alchemist who had lived for one hundred and forty autumns, found himself in the body of a young man full of vitality, yet carrying a new burden on his shoulders.