"A wedding?" Jun Mo Xie let out a wry smile. His own wedding, it seemed, was not such a simple matter, nor was it entirely his concern.

The Grand Lord Xie’s wedding was a momentous occasion for the entire Great Min Continent!

By this day, even if he wished to keep things low-key, it seemed impossible.

“Mother, let’s postpone this matter for now; actually, what I need to handle this time is related to Little Miao’s family situation.” Jun Mo Xie mused, “There has been no word from the Illusionary Manor for a long time; perhaps something truly has happened. I am going out this time precisely to see what is going on over there.”

Although Jun Mo Xie offered an explanation, he faintly felt that something was amiss in his heart. It was natural for Dongfang Wen Xin to be anxious about this, but bringing it up so abruptly today seemed somewhat impatient. They were all living together now; could he really run away? Marriage or no marriage, in the end, wasn't it just a ceremony!?

Even Elder Jun, Lord Min Ye Min Zi, wasn't anxious about this at all, only urging him to hurry up with that, so why was Mother in such a rush?

“Your Mother is eager to hold a grandchild, not to mention your Father Ye Ye is just as eager!” Dongfang Wen Xin sounded slightly displeased. “If you keep delaying like this, your Mother truly doesn’t know when she’ll get to hold a grandchild. Now, those former sisters of mine have all had grandchildren. Some of them, their sons are almost finding wives, yet here you are, not a stir at all. Never mind those far away, look at your Third Uncle; how long have they been married…”

“What does this have to do with Third Uncle! I certainly can’t emulate the clingy sweetness of their coupledom; must you be so eager for a grandchild, Mother?” Jun Mo Xie rolled his eyes. “Besides, how can your sisters compare to you? They all look old and withered now, completely haggard. Which one of them looks like you right now, like a young maiden?”

Jun Mo Xie grinned playfully, “Mother, if we walked down Min Street together, people would mistake me for your younger sister! If I said we were mother and son, not a single person would believe it.”

“So what? Even if others look young, what use is it? My heart has long grown old!” Dongfang Wen Xin sighed softly. “A single appreciative glance from your Father is worth more than anything… Without your Father here, even becoming the most beautiful woman in the world holds no meaning for this Mother!”

“A woman adorns herself for the one who appreciates her. A woman’s beauty blooms for only one person in her life; a moment of brilliance is eternity.” Dongfang Wen Xin said faintly. “Without that person, even unparalleled beauty, the grace that captivates nations, is nothing more than destined to become dry bones sooner or later! Nothing more than that!”

Jun Mo Xie sighed, falling silent.

All this time, in front of his mother, he had tried his best to avoid mentioning his father, Lord Jun Wu Hui’s name, to avoid bringing up his mother’s deepest sorrow. He hadn’t expected Dongfang Wen Xin would inevitably recall it—no, perhaps Dongfang Wen Xin had never let it go, merely concealing it deeply to comfort her own heart and the hearts of everyone else.

At the same time, Jun Mo Xie vaguely understood why Dongfang Wen Xin’s mood was so low today, and why she was rushing his wedding and the birth of his children. Presumably, her heart held no more worldly attachments and wished only to fulfill the last sliver of her obsession, which would also serve as good news to present to his father in the Nine Springs…

To hold your hand and grow old gracefully! If you depart first, your concubine will surely follow!

Dongfang Wen Xin felt she had delayed by more than ten years, having greatly failed Jun Wu Hui. Now that the Jun family was complete and her son had grown into a man, all matters were settled…

Jun Mo Xie suddenly realized: his wedding and having children were likely Dongfang Wen Xin’s only remaining unresolved wish. If this wish were fulfilled, she would have no lingering attachments and could peacefully depart…

“Mother, what I said to you that day about resurrection… I didn’t just say it casually. Previously, my cultivation was shallow, and I was powerless, but now, I have some leads.” Jun Mo Xie gritted his teeth and finally uttered these words.

As his cultivation deepened, Jun Mo Xie learned more about the path of cultivation. He also realized just how difficult the word “resurrection” truly was!

However, if he didn't do this, he couldn't dispel his mother’s will to live. No matter how difficult it was, Jun Mo Xie had to try his best. Trying meant a chance; not trying meant the chance was forever zero. But attempting it meant the chance was no longer zero!

If it were someone who had just passed away, using the Soul Summoning divine ability from the methods of the Profound Gate, supplemented by some heaven-defying divine elixirs, a life could truly be snatched back. But this required paying a commensurate price!

However, in any world, Yin Souls are uniformly managed.

The authority presiding over the Netherworld, or the Underworld, would absolutely not permit a deceased person’s soul to easily return to this mortal realm!

Jun Mo Xie’s current strength was undoubtedly formidable, but he had not yet reached the profound level required to communicate between the Yin and Yang realms! Naturally, he didn't possess the prerequisite to make the sovereign of the Underworld bow. In Jun Mo Xie’s understanding, perhaps only by reaching the realm of the Nine Hells’ First Young Master could one manage to bring a Yin Soul out.

But even bringing the Yin Soul out would be meaningless, because a Yin Soul without a body was equivalent to wanting to return to life without a Yang body to house the soul—resurrection would be entirely out of the question!

Jun Wu Hui had been dead for over ten years. Never mind whether the Yin Soul had already reincarnated; even if the soul remained, his original physical body was long gone.

Even if one employed the method of possession, artificially creating a vessel for the Yin Soul, the soul itself needed the basic capability for possession—this was not something that could be sought from outside, nor was it something achievable simply by desiring it.

A living adult, backed by their own body, serves as the most compatible vessel. Even the most powerful soul, unless they were an immortal cultivator possessing the method of possession, absolutely could not seize it! Even cultivators required a certain level of power to do so!

In this regard, no matter how great Jun Mo Xie’s divine abilities were, he couldn't help—a typical case of having the will but lacking the means.

When he first spoke of resurrection at the Dongfang family residence, firstly, it was to comfort Dongfang Wen Xin, and secondly, Jun Mo Xie had just encountered cultivation then and was filled with boundless confidence. Coupled with the depiction in many previous life's supernatural novels where "resurrection" was described as effortlessly achievable—in Journey to the West, an elixir from Old Lord could bring a king who had drowned years ago back to life instantly, even resurrecting him without needing recognition from the Underworld—such descriptions were too numerous. Furthermore, the Heaven-Opening Creation Art he practiced was the most miraculous technique under heaven, so he believed he would certainly be able to achieve it in the future!

But thinking about it now, he realized how rash it was to say those words back then.

Even if he truly had the ability and the conditions, Jun Wu Hui had been dead for over a decade. Who knew if his soul still existed? Had it dissipated with the wind? Or perhaps reincarnated?

But aside from that, there was no better method. He could only keep dragging it out—as long as he could delay, he would. This indefinite postponement. Even letting his mother live in hope, in fantasy, was better than her languishing in sorrow.

Hope without hope is still hope.

If even that semblance of hope were gone, how could Dongfang Wen Xin continue to live?

Upon hearing Jun Mo Xie’s words, Dongfang Wen Xin shook her head with a bitter smile. “Mo Xie, your Mother is no longer a child. I understand your good intentions. I know you are just desperately stalling for time… You only hope that as time passes, I will give up my intent to die and forget everything.”

“But you don’t know, a man like your Father cannot be forgotten or let go by anyone!”

Jun Mo Xie jolted, looking up abruptly at Dongfang Wen Xin, a chill sweeping through his heart.

“Back then, when you said you could resurrect your Father, though I only half-believed you, by now, I don’t believe it at all. Your Father has been dead for over ten years, not even bones remain; how can he be resurrected? Where does one even begin?!” Dongfang Wen Xin smiled faintly. “Even back then, when I said I believed you could bring your Father back to life, it was more accurate to say I believed in your filial piety.”

“From now on, let’s stop mentioning this resurrection matter.”

Dongfang Wen Xin gave a desolate smile. “In the past, many iron-blooded heroes followed your Father in the Jun family battles, their blood staining the battlefield. Your Second Uncle, and your two elder brothers… can you resurrect all of them?”

She looked at Jun Mo Xie before her with loving kindness, reaching out to gently stroke her son’s cheek, whispering softly, “In this war between the two clans, the losses on the Heavenly Punishment side were also extremely heavy. Every one of the deceased was a brave man. Every home has a tragic woman like me weeping day and night, consumed by grief. Can you resurrect all of them?”

“If you cannot, if you only resurrect your Father, even if you truly succeed! Do you think… with your Father’s character, could he truly live on?” Dongfang Wen Xin’s eyes held a trace of genuine pride!

Even if he could be resurrected, Jun Wu Hui would never accept the reality that only he alone was brought back. That proud, unyielding White-Clad Marshal could never just cling to a (a barely living existence)!

Jun Mo Xie staggered back two steps, sweat pouring down him!

Dongfang Wen Xin’s words struck the vital point of Jun Mo Xie!

How to answer? Unable to answer!

Hearing his mother’s decisive final word, Jun Mo Xie was stunned!

In reality, Young Master Jun had long known the matter was difficult, but considering his mother’s condition, if his father could not be brought back, his mother would surely lose the will to live. Therefore, even knowing it was impossible, he still wanted to try. Given the miracles brought by the Heaven-Opening Creation Art and the Grandmist Tower, perhaps it wasn't entirely hopeless.

Especially after the incident where Battle Maniac used the Nine Illusory Sands to shape a body, Jun Mo Xie had conceived an even more viable idea: after defeating Battle Maniac in the future, he would see if he could acquire those Nine Illusory Sands, thoroughly understand how to use them, and then use that as a foundation to sculpt a body identical to Jun Wu Hui’s original one.

This method was undoubtedly arduous, but it wasn't completely unfeasible!

But the sentence Dongfang Wen Xin had just spoken thoroughly extinguished the last flicker of hope in his heart.