Chapter 45: The Goddess’s Touch: A Son’s Resurrection

“I can save your son.”

This declaration came from Lin Ling, who had just returned from the moon. After dealing with the scoundrel Wang Qingxu, Lin Ling had rushed home with Little White, knowing there was much to handle.

The military personnel would undoubtedly trace her back to her residence, so she needed to quickly put certain things away.

She also needed to investigate Xi Yue’s situation further.

Moreover, Wang Qingxu’s nonsensical ramblings had caused her significant trouble, requiring her to prove her innocence first.

As for the method, wouldn’t it be better to have the person involved speak for themselves?

****

In the corridor,

‘Save my son??’

‘Save my son!!!’

‘Save…’

Lin Ling’s unbelievable words echoed relentlessly in Zhang Xiuxin’s mind.

Had anyone else uttered such a claim, he would have dismissed them as a charlatan without hesitation. Yet, coming from the silver-haired girl, it felt undeniably real.

Her power was indisputably immense; perhaps resurrection was no difficult feat for her.

Still,

“Why would you save my son? We just had guns pointed at you,” Zhang Xiuxin couldn’t help but ask. “Or is it… that we need to pay some price?”

‘You don’t have to think so badly of me,’ Lin Ling thought.

She smiled in response. “No, you don’t. I’m not that petty. Besides, I need him to prove my innocence.”

Her flawless smile instantly broke through Zhang Xiuxin’s mental defenses, prompting him to believe the girl’s reasoning.

After all, why would she bother deceiving an ordinary person like him?

With her power, anything she wished to accomplish would be effortless.

Approaching Zhang Wu’s corpse, Lin Ling unhesitatingly activated her wide-area perception. A powerful, silvery-white spiritual energy silently enveloped Cangyang City in an instant.

For someone who had only recently died, their soul would not have completely dissipated. By collecting it and helping it reintegrate, resurrection could be achieved.

This step posed no difficulty for Lin Ling. Within seconds, Zhang Wu’s soul was collected and reshaped.

The true challenge lay in repairing the physical body. Zhang Wu’s body had suffered immense damage; his internal organs were shattered, and his brain was long dead.

Even with Lin Ling’s abilities, this situation rendered her helpless.

However,

She had many excellent items in her inventory! Thus, Lin Ling opened her consciousness space and retrieved a uniquely shaped, glass-like bottle containing a small amount of unidentified golden liquid.

‘Wow! She can even manipulate space!’ Zhang Xiuxin watched, surprised, yet generally unphased. This girl already gave him the impression of being omnipotent.

Then, under Little White’s horrified and reluctant gaze, Lin Ling opened the bottle cap, allowing a single drop of the golden liquid to fall onto Zhang Wu’s forehead.

The next moment, golden light erupted from Zhang Wu’s body, instantly filling the dark corridor with brilliance. As the golden light washed over him, Zhang Wu’s body gradually regained vitality.

Feeling his brain and internal organs rapidly mending, Lin Ling couldn’t help but marvel, ‘As expected of the Battle Sovereign; the gifts he bestows are truly extraordinary.’

This item was Nusbi, roughly translated as ‘Dew of Resurrection’ in Chinese. It was a gift from the Fifth Battle Sovereign, Fanmo, Lin Ling’s nominal third brother, and one of the Abyss Tribe’s greatest treasures.

Its production was extremely low, possessing a resurrection-like healing efficacy that could restore the body to its optimal state (for a period of time). It was currently one of the strongest healing holy artifacts in the Origin Star Universe.

According to Bisika, a single bottle of this could fund an entire, fully armed top-tier fleet. No wonder Little White vehemently disapproved of Lin Ling using it on an ordinary person, given its exorbitant value.

Little White was right, and Lin Ling agreed.

However,

‘Little White, there are some things you don’t quite understand yet,’ she thought.

To Lin Ling, as long as this potion wasn’t completely used up, it was essentially inexhaustible. Therefore, she naturally saw no need to be stingy.

Once Zhang Wu’s body was fully repaired, Lin Ling directly reinserted his soul into his body, sending it back where it belonged.

****

“Huh? I’m alive???”

Zhang Wu opened his eyes, staring incredulously at his surroundings and at his tear-streaked father.

“I thought I was dead?” Zhang Wu muttered in confusion. ‘Am I dreaming?’

Hearing this, Zhang Xiuxin wiped away his tears, looked at his son solemnly, and asked, “Tell me everything you remember, and why you died here.”

“Eh? Did I really die?”

Zhang Xiuxin paused. “Yes, you died, and then you came back to life.”

… …

(Father and son conversing)

“So, the Goddess saved me? Where is she now?”

Upon learning that Lin Ling was nearby, Zhang Wu completely forgot the fact that he had died once, his mind solely focused on meeting Lin Ling.

Seeing his son like this, Zhang Xiuxin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“She’s in the room…”

Before he could finish, Zhang Wu completely ignored his father and sprinted towards Lin Ling’s room.

However, since he knew the silver-haired girl wasn’t an enemy, Zhang Xiuxin had nothing to worry about. Still, he followed closely, mindful that his son might accidentally say something wrong and offend her.

At this moment, Lin Ling was busy tidying the room. Countless clones darted around, putting away anything that might expose her identity, as an inevitable investigation would follow if this place was compromised.

How to separate her current identity from her male persona also presented a significant challenge. ‘Ugh, another pile of troubles,’ she thought.

Just then, Lin Ling sensed two people rapidly approaching her room. ‘Did that father and son finish talking so quickly? That’s quite efficient,’ she mused.

Consequently, Lin Ling decisively dismissed all her clones. It was better to conserve her clone ability for now.

‘Speaking of which, the Zhang family seems to be a prominent political family with considerable influence. Since I’ll eventually interact with such people anyway, why not get in touch with them first? Then, I’ll have someone to help clean up the aftermath,’ she considered.

Turning around, she prepared to greet the resurrected, doting fan.

****

Zhang Wu was brimming with excitement. He could finally meet the idol he had yearned for day and night, his joy inexpressible.

However, the moment he saw Lin Ling’s face, he froze. All the introductory lines he had prepared vanished, and he stood dumbfounded, marveling at Lin Ling’s unparalleled beauty.

Zhang Wu’s stupor made Lin Ling feel awkward.

‘You’re just going to stand there staring at me?’ she thought. ‘Would it seem undignified if I spoke first?’

Fortunately, his father, Zhang Xiuxin, couldn’t bear to watch any longer and quickly patted his son’s back, pulling him back to reality. Yet, he couldn’t blame him; he himself had reacted similarly the first time he saw the silver-haired girl’s face. Like father, like son, indeed.

Realizing his lapse, Zhang Wu momentarily panicked but quickly composed himself. He adjusted his dust-covered collar and respectfully addressed Lin Ling, “Silver-haired… uh, Goddess… uh, I’m sorry, unknown… Miss, um, how should I address you?”

Zhang Wu had intended to formally greet Lin Ling, but then realized he didn’t know the Goddess’s name, causing him to stammer and making the atmosphere momentarily awkward.

Even Zhang Xiuxin, listening from behind, couldn’t help but rub his forehead. ‘Ugh, how embarrassing!’

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl was unconcerned and simply smiled.

“My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Lothiel.”

Lin Ling also disliked being constantly referred to as ‘silver-haired girl’ or ‘Goddess’; it felt rather awkward.

However, she certainly couldn’t tell them her real name, as she intended to maintain her original life as a male. Moreover, if they revealed her name to others, her friends and family might also be affected.

The name “Lothiel” meant “Seven” in the ancient divine language, which suited her identity as the seventh child of the Creator. She would use this name for now.

“Lothiel. If it’s inconvenient, you can also call me Miss Luo.”

‘Somehow, calling myself ‘Miss’ feels a bit strange,’ she thought.