Chapter 219

Chapter 219: The Hope of Awakening

You You stepped forward and touched another egg. The egg reacted instantly, but unlike Feng Rong’s earlier experience, the light didn’t gather in her palm. Instead, the entire eggshell glowed brighter until it turned translucent.

Within moments, a shadow emerged inside—a large bird curled in deep slumber. Strangely, she sensed a faint rhythmic pulse emanating from it.

A heartbeat!

“It’s real!” You You stared at Feng Rong in shock. How? They hadn’t even found a way to awaken the Feng Clan. Why had the eggs suddenly regained vitality?

“You You… what do we do?” Feng Rong pressed a trembling hand against the eggshell, torn between joy and panic. “Are they… returning?”

“Check every egg first. See if they’re all like this,” You You replied calmly.

“Right… right!” Feng Rong snapped to action, hastily inspecting each egg. His excitement grew with every check, eyes shining brighter, grin widening.

Though they worked quickly, the sheer number of eggs took over half an hour to examine. Feng Rong nearly skipped back to her, breathless. “All have vitality! My parents’ eggs are the strongest—except the central ones!”

He puffed his chest proudly. “Just what I’d expect from my parents!”

You You stifled a laugh at Little Fire Chicken’s rare cheerfulness. “I found two exceptions.” She pointed to the corner. “Those two show no reaction.”

Feng Rong’s smile froze. He hurried to the dim, lifeless eggs at the edge, untouched by the surrounding glow. Touching them confirmed it—no vitality, just cold stillness.

“Why only these two?”

“Could the Lightning Feathers be involved?” You You recalled Qin Hong’s mention of two stolen Lightning Feathers. Two missing feathers, two lifeless eggs.

Feng Rong frowned. “No. Lightning Feathers belong to the royal line. These eggs… they aren’t Thunder Phoenixes.”

Silence fell. The Feng Clan’s sudden revival felt too convenient. Feng Yu had dedicated his life to this. How had it resolved itself now?

Not wanting to sour Feng Rong’s joy, You You changed topics. “Since they’ve regained vitality, when will they awaken?”

Feng Rong’s grin faded. “I don’t know. Vitality means hope, not certainty. Their original spirits still sleep. Even with revival, they’re trapped.”

“What if we use Soul Breath, like with you?”

“Different.” He shook his head. “My original spirit was awake pre-hatching. Theirs aren’t. Without awakening those, rebirth is impossible.”

After fruitless discussion, they agreed to consult Yuan Qi and the Immortal Realm’s Old Two and Old Four for solutions.

Feng Rong added layers of seals to the Sacred Tree space, instructing Feng Family disciples to alert them of any changes. They then returned to Zhen Yan Sect.

Qin Hong’s group had already left for Wuyun Sect. Three days later, Zhen Yan received mountains of supplies—spiritual plants, a spirit stone mine contract—as thanks for saving Qin Hong. The gifts far exceeded promises, but You You accepted them guiltlessly. Saving a sect leader’s life was worth more.

Qin Hong, though flawed, had loyalty and restraint. Had the misunderstanding not targeted her, You You might’ve admired her.

Whether from guilt or gratitude, Wuyun Sect publicized Qin Hong’s recovery, crediting Zhen Yan’s celestial maiden. Soon, the Immortal Realm flooded them with pleas—from shattered spiritual roots to petty disciple dramas—all expecting miracles.

You You: “…” Since when did sects become clinics?

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