Phi-Fic Chapter 751 Lin Ping's Interrupted Resurrection Process
Chapter 751 Lin Ping's Interrupted Resurrection Process
A chilling, bone-deep cold, accompanied by excruciating pain that seemed to tear her soul apart—these were Lin Ping's last memories before her consciousness faded. She remembered the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face, the merciless blade, and the despair of life being slowly ripped from her mangled body. Yet, just as the boundless darkness was about to engulf everything, a faint but incredibly familiar warmth quietly descended.
This time, the one who leaned closer to her was neither her sister Lin Muxue, who always bickered with her but was also the one who protected her the most, nor the gentle and calm Lin Wei. Those delicate fingertips trembled slightly as they gently touched her wide-open eyelids, which were frozen with endless pain and resentment.
"Sister..." A soft, barely audible call, filled with a nasal tone and deep affection.
It's Lin Shu! Her youngest sister!
Lin Shu seemed to instinctively imitate the way Lin Muxue and Lin Wei had resurrected Lin Ping, placing her innocent and hopeful hands over Lin Ping's eyelids.
In an instant, a dazzling halo erupted from Lin Ping's body! The gentle and holy light spread out like a tide, cleansing the surrounding bloody air. The resurrection power inherited from the depths of her bloodline, like a sleeping dragon being awakened, began to frantically reshape Lin Ping's broken body.
Visibly, the deep, gruesome wounds on her body healed and faded rapidly, like melting snow. Her skin, once covered in blood and scars, became smooth and new again, even radiating a healthy, fair glow, as if she had undergone a complete transformation, a metamorphosis. The breath of life was returning to her body at an astonishing speed.
Lin Ping's consciousness gradually coalesced within the light. Sensing the changes in her body, a warm current and hope surged within her. With her sister here, she could live! She would live! She would make those beasts pay for their blood debts!
However, Lin Shu was too young. She only knew how to imitate her sisters' actions and didn't understand that the resurrection process required absolute silence and protection. In her mind, her sisters were emitting such a beautiful light that they should wake up soon. Moreover, after the chaos just now, the room where Lin Ping's naked body had been disposed of seemed to have lost its menacing bandits.
So, after confirming that her sister was "alright," the little girl, filled with pride at completing her mission and anticipation for her sister's revenge after she woke up, turned and ran out of the temporary "resurrection altar." She was going to guard the gate of the stronghold and not let any bad guys escape. She wanted to wait for her sister to wake up, then personally slaughter them all, and then go home together!
Lin Shu's departure left Lin Ping without her only shield.
Just as Lin Ping's body was revitalized in the halo, about to complete the final step of recovery, and her consciousness was about to fully return to her body, a sinister and greedy figure silently appeared at the door.
It's that bandit leader!
Although he had just absorbed Lin Ping's power, and even his cultivation level had soared from the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm to the Great Perfection of the Heaven Realm, he still harbored a morbid infatuation with Lin Ping's body that had once captivated him. After the chaos subsided, he couldn't suppress the wicked thoughts in his heart and quietly slipped back, wanting to "admire" his "masterpiece."
When he saw Lin Ping's body enveloped in a layer of holy light, her originally broken body becoming perfectly intact, even radiating an alluring glow of rebirth, the bandit was first stunned, then filled with utter horror!
"Resurrected?! This bitch is actually resurrected?!"
Although he didn't know exactly what kind of supernatural power it was, he could clearly feel the life force and power fluctuations contained in the light! What shocked him even more was that he could clearly sense that the realm Lin Ping was displaying in the light at this moment seemed to be at the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm—that was his previous realm. Now he was already at the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm, two levels higher than that realm. Moreover, one was the Earth Realm and the other was the Heaven Realm, which were not comparable at all!
"Perfect Earth Realm? Hahaha! Heaven is on my side!" A ruthless glint and wild joy flashed in the bandit leader's eyes.
He is now at the Great Perfection of the Heaven Realm! Although he has only recently broken through and his foundation is not yet stable, dealing with a "living dead" who is recovering and whose realm is only at the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm is a piece of cake!
We must not let her be resurrected! A woman who can rise from the dead is terrifying! We must destroy her completely while she is at her weakest!
The bandit leader reacted extremely quickly; almost the instant the thought flashed through his mind, he had already moved!
"Qiang!"
He instantly drew the sword from his waist, its cold light gleaming, carrying the fierce aura of a master of the Heavenly Realm. Without any mercy, he swiftly thrust it toward Lin Ping's throat, which had just regained its smoothness and was extremely vulnerable, amidst the light!
He was going to deliver a fatal blow! Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he would once again utterly crush this soon-to-be-reborn "monster" into despair!
The holy halo continued to shine, and Lin Ping's body continued to rejuvenate. She could even vaguely sense the movements of the outside world and feel the deadly crisis approaching!
"Do not--!"
Lin Ping's consciousness was screaming wildly. She wanted to move, to resist, to dodge this fatal blow! But her body was still in the final stage of reconstruction, like a delicate porcelain doll, beautiful, but also extremely fragile, and she was completely unable to react!
"Pfft——!"
The sharp blade, gleaming with a cold light, was like the scythe of death, mercilessly tearing apart Lin Ping's newly recovered neck. The strike was so swift that she didn't even have time to let out a scream before the blade easily pierced through her.
Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, splattering onto the halo that still emitted a soft glow. The once pure white halo was now stained crimson with blood, appearing exceptionally grim and eerie.
The sacred halo seemed unable to withstand the sudden stench of blood and death; it trembled violently, its light rapidly dimming as if it had lost its life force.
Lin Ping's consciousness, which had just painstakingly gathered from the abyss of death, was instantly struck as if by a heavy hammer, plunged into an even deeper and more painful darkness than before.
Her resurrection was forcibly interrupted, and the breath of life drained rapidly from her body like a punctured balloon. Her body gradually grew cold, and her once somewhat lively face turned ashen in an instant.
On that smooth, white neck, a shocking, gaping wound suddenly appeared, blood gushing out like a spring, as if the fountain of life had been utterly torn apart at that moment. The wound was so gruesome and terrifying that it was unbearable to look at.
Just a short while ago, this body had regained some vitality, but now, that nascent warmth was instantly swallowed up by the gushing blood, and the body became as cold as frost once again.
The resurrection, which was about to be completed, was cruelly interrupted at the very moment it was just one step away from success! What a despairing moment that was!
Lin Ping, this poor woman, fell again in a pool of blood, and the flame of her life was extinguished at that moment.
Her eyes were filled with a deeper despair and resentment than before. It was a yearning for life, a struggle against fate, yet all her efforts vanished in an instant.
The bandit leader, standing to the side, was panting heavily, a cruel and triumphant smile on his face. He gripped the sword that had pierced Lin Ping's throat tightly, as if it were a symbol of his victory.
As he suddenly drew his sword, a spray of blood gushed out like a fountain, landing on his body and contrasting with his ferocious smile, making him appear particularly terrifying.
He spat and cursed viciously, "You bastard, you still want to be resurrected? Die!" His voice echoed in the silent space, like a curse from hell.
The bandit leader, panting heavily, looked at Lin Ping, her throat pierced by a sharp sword, her breath extinguished, and a cruel, triumphant smile spread across his face. He abruptly pulled out the sword, spraying blood, and spat, "You bitch, you think you can come back to life? Die!"
However, the bandit leader's fear had not completely dissipated. He knew that Lin Ping possessed a powerful resurrection ability, and in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, he decided to take even more extreme measures.
He drew a massive machete from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly, like a weapon from hell. The bandit leader gripped the machete tightly, his eyes flashing with madness.
Without hesitation, he raised his machete and slashed down hard at Lin Ping's delicate head. Instantly, blood splattered everywhere, and Lin Ping's head was severed from her body, rolling to the side.
Looking at the horrific scene before him, the bandit leader's fear was finally dispelled. He knew that this time, Lin Ping could never be brought back to life.
He threw down the machete, kicked Lin Ping's head, and sneered, "Now you're truly dead. Let's see how you'll come back to life!"
After saying this, the bandit leader turned and left, leaving behind Lin Ping's cold body and blood everywhere. Lin Ping's soul, however, wandered in endless darkness, never finding peace.
The bandit leader was unaware that at the gates of the stronghold, a small figure was warily gazing into the distance, eagerly awaiting her sister's awakening so they could go home together. She was even less aware that her sister had just experienced a brief moment of hope before plunging into an even deeper hell.
This time, Lin Ping's resurrection was cruelly nipped in the bud.