Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 84 Yao Ji’s Resurrection

Yang Chan’s words left Yang Jian stunned in his tracks, but Yang Chan couldn’t care less; she rushed forward and snatched it away.

Back in the array, Yang Chan sighed with relief. Fortunately, it was still possible to continue.

Once again igniting her clothes, the Precious Lotus Lantern hovered in front of Yang Chan, spinning under the weak pull of her mana.

After the clothes were burnt, that faint aura began to converge inward.

Regaining his senses, Yang Jian happened to witness the moment his sister’s clothes turned completely to ashes and, recalling her words—even though he found it absurd—he couldn’t help but extend his hand and transfer his mana into Yang Chan’s body.

Whether his sister’s words were true or not, it was worth a try!

With Yang Jian’s mana, Yang Chan’s spirit was greatly revitalized, and the Precious Lotus Lantern’s spinning speed noticeably increased.

Time passed unknowingly, and little by little, specks of soul shards began to take shape above the Precious Lotus Lantern; finally, a figure materialized.

She was radiant, dazzlingly beautiful, like a fish so enchanting it caused other fish to sink and geese to plummet, yet she had the tranquil beauty of a reflection of the moon on water.

The combination of maturity and motherhood did not detract from the air and demeanor of a fairy, truly a rare beauty.

"Mother!"

The moment Yang Chan saw the woman appear, her emotions collapsed, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

"Mother..." Even Yang Jian, a man of such fortitude, felt a mist forming in his eyes.

The colder a person is, the more vulnerability they have beneath the surface.

Upon hearing the call of Yang Jian and Yang Chan, Yao Ji furrowed her brow; this voice should have been unfamiliar to her, yet why did it feel so strangely familiar?

It was that sensation of blood connection.

Opening her eyes in confusion, Yao Ji saw the young man and the girl before her. At this moment, no words were necessary; just in an instant, Yao Ji already knew the identities of the two people in front of her.

"Chan’er, Erlang, is that you?" Yao Ji’s voice trembled as she reached out to touch Yang Chan’s cheek.

But her hand passed through without resistance.

"Mother."

In unison.

Yao Ji was still somewhat bewildered, "How could I... be here?"

Hadn’t her soul scattered to the winds?

"I don’t know the details, Mother. It was my sister who repaired your soul," Yang Jian said plainly.

Yao Ji looked down, meeting Yang Chan’s gaze.

"Chan’er! What has happened to you!" Yao Ji’s countenance changed dramatically in an instant.

"Mother, it’s alright, I just overexerted myself using my mana," said Yang Chan, shaking her pale face weakly.

After listening to the recount of their ordeal, Yao Ji stooped down and lovingly embraced Yang Chan in her arms.

"Chan’er, you’re too foolish. What if this method had failed? Would you not have wasted your life for nothing?" Yao Ji looked at her daughter with heartache.

Yang Chan shook her head and said, "It won’t be, Mother. Whatever is realized in Chaos Residence is absolutely accurate; even Brother’s advancement to Daluo Golden Immortal relied on it."

What sort of shop it was!

Yang Jian was shocked. He had never imagined that one could gain such miraculous divine skills through the food from that shop.

"So there’s such a place within the Three Realms," Yao Ji murmured with a smile, narrowing her eyes.

She did not doubt her children’s words. If it weren’t true, how could she, whose soul had dispersed, appear in this world once more?

She believed in her brother, that even if there was a sliver of chance for her to survive, he would not give up.

Truly a grand and heaven-reaching method.

"Erlang has grown up, gotten taller, and become more handsome, there must also be quite a few people who like you, right?" Yao Ji said tenderly, looking towards Yang Jian.

Every mother dreams of seeing her child become a dragon, and now her son was indeed so outstanding.

According to what Chan’er had said, Erlang had now become a Daluo Golden Immortal, and she knew well how difficult it was to achieve that status.

"Mom, what about me!" Yang Chan pouted, feeling a bit jealous.

Why did mom start by praising my brother without any praise for me?

Yao Ji chuckled, stretching out her ethereal finger to tap on Yang Chan’s delicate nose: "My good daughter is naturally the best."

Looking seriously at Yang Chan’s face, ignoring her pale complexion, Yao Ji nodded and said, "My daughter is so beautiful, when she’s a bit more mature, she will surely be one of the few great beauties in the Three Realms; I wonder which family’s son will be lucky enough to have her."

"Mother!" Yang Chan couldn’t help exclaiming, her face flushing as she lowered her head, and for some reason, the image of Chen Nuo in his green shirt came to mind.

Yao Ji looked at her daughter with a meaningful smile, then laughed softly; it seemed her daughter already had someone in her heart.

But she did not ask out loud, just hoping her daughter could be happy; nothing else was important.

"Mom..." Yang Jian suddenly called out, biting his teeth with some difficulty expressing himself.

Yao Ji and Yang Chan looked at him puzzled, wanting to know what Yang Jian was going to say.

Taking a deep breath, as if making a significant decision, Yang Jian took a leap of faith and said loudly, "Mom, it’s my fault, if I hadn’t been so obstinate in trying to rescue you, you would not have ended up in such a plight, I have been unfilial, I beg for mother’s punishment!"

He had been overconfident in his youth and exceptional cultivation, and he foolishly tried to defy the heavens. Normally, he didn’t think much of heaven.

But when he took the first step, he realized just how high the heavens were and how laughable his own ideas were.

Yao Ji was momentarily stunned, then smiled and said, "Erlang, this is not your fault, you are brave, and mother is proud of you."

She knew her own situation; beneath Mount Peach, someone had prematurely laid out a Soul-Consuming Formation, and even if Yang Jian hadn’t come to save her, she wouldn’t have had many years left.

"Besides, isn’t mother alive now? Would it not be better to continue being suppressed under Mount Peach, never able to see each other forever?"

Hearing what Yao Ji said, Yang Jian’s inner knot was finally untied, and he no longer felt as awkward as before.

"It’s all because of Haotian, if not for him, how could our family be so broken and scattered!" Yang Jian said fiercely.

Just thinking of Haotian’s indifferent attitude when he pronounced death upon his mother, the urge to kill would uncontrollably spill out from his heart.

Unable to defeat him, and not wanting to face this matricide enemy every day, he had thus descended to the Lower Realm, to Guan River Mouth, and became a Lord Erlang who would heed the call but ignore the decree.

However, Yang Jian’s words did not receive Yao Ji’s approval, but rather her admonishment.

"Erlang, your uncle is not at all what you say, he never intended to kill me!"

"But he indeed caused your death, mother." Yang Jian’s face showed an urgent attempt to rebut; was his understanding all these years wrong?

Yao Ji shook her head, her face showing a hint of regret: "Your father, Yang Tianyou, was not any scholar, but a member of the Western Sect."

"The Western Sect!" Yang Jian and Yang Chan exclaimed, wasn’t that Buddhism?

Yang Jian and Yang Chan naturally didn’t believe it, instinctively wanting to argue, but they didn’t know how to defend against it.

At that time, Buddhism indeed took away their father.

"I, having intimate relations with a mortal, violated the celestial laws. The celestial decrees had just been set at that time, and your uncle had no choice but to deal with me, otherwise the credibility of the Heavenly Court would have been nonexistent."

"But it’s a fact you were suppressed under Mount Peach!" Yang Jian immediately countered.