Xianyang City, in the Prince's Mansion!
"Ling Fei, thank you!"
Although the gentle Qin Lingfei definitely wouldn't refuse Lin Mengyao's request to be buried in the ancestral grave, Yu Haoran was still very touched to receive her wholehearted approval and support.
At the same time, he also felt very fortunate to have found such a kind and righteous wife.
Reaching out, he patted Qin Lingfei lightly, indicating that she should leave his embrace for now. Yu Haoran rose nine meters into the air and used the feng shui technique recorded in Fuxi's Eight Trigrams to combine with Lin Mengyao's birth date and time of death to finally calculate a suitable place for her to be buried.
Landing on the chosen spot, Yu Haoran took out an ordinary iron sword and didn't use any of his elemental energy or soul power. Using only his hands and the iron sword, he started to dig a hole bit by bit.
Seeing Yu Haoran's actions, Qin Lingfei also quickly took out an ordinary iron sword and used the same method to dig a hole.
An hour later, a two meter long, one meter wide, and two meter deep burial hole was dug.
Retreating to the tombstone of the grave, Huo Yuhao took out from the Víctor Thaling's newly refined crystal coffin that could preserve a corpse for ten thousand years without being destroyed.
Huo Yuhao bent down to pick up Lin Mengyao lying in front of the tombstone and carefully placed her into the crystal coffin. Qin Lingfei stepped forward to help her rearrange her appearance so that she could maintain her most beautiful appearance.
Standing by the side of the crystal coffin, Yu Haoran instructed Yu Siqi and the others, "Sister, Zhengjun, Wuhen, Shui Qin, come and send Mengyao off for the last time!"
"If the heavens have feelings, the heavens will also age. If the moon has no hatred, the moon will be round. If immortality exists, even if there are feelings, they will become emotionless!"
Perhaps it was because the mental cultivation method of Taishang Wang Qing was in the transition between emotionless and emotionless states. Yu Siqi was sometimes emotionless and indifferent, sometimes emotionless and indifferent, and sometimes affectionate.
Looking at Lin Mengyao, who had a happy smile on her face but was quietly lying flat in the crystal coffin, Yu Siqi, who was in the state of Ruthlessness and Forgetfulness, sighed with a complicated emotion in her eyes.
Then, her complicated feelings turned into indifference, making her turn around and leave the ancestral grave, and then return to her own meditation courtyard.
"Senior-apprentice Sister Mengyao, although we've only met a few times, your chivalrous character, tenderness, and righteousness have always made Wuhen admire you. Wuhen hopes that you can forget all the worries and sorrows of the world from now on and become a fairy without worries."
The Sword Without Trace walked in front of the crystal and used his elemental energy and soul power to condense an epiphyllum and place it in front of Lin Mengyao's chest. Her eyes were filled with pity as she bid him farewell and gave him her sincere blessings.
"Senior-apprentice Sister, take care!"
Although Wu Zhengjun and Lin Mengyao had interacted for a period of time during the training in the Blue Moon Secret Realm, the two of them had completely different personalities and did not have much interaction and communication. They did not understand each other very well.
Therefore, looking at Lin Mengyao in the crystal coffin, Wu Zhengjun really did not know what to say. He could only give her the simplest and most sincere blessings.
"The Blood Phoenix was originally in the Sovereign Realm, but it's a pity that her father ruined her future!"
Zhongli Shuiqin, who was standing in front of the crystal coffin with Wu Zhengjun, could already see that Lin Mengyao possessed the Blood Phoenix Physique just by looking at the trace of aura left on her body.
Thinking that the Blood Phoenix was the most mysterious and powerful existence in the Divine Phoenix Clan, Zhongli Shuiqin felt that it was a pity, but also gave her the most sincere blessings.
"Senior-apprentice Sister, take care!"
"Mengyao, it's time to go!"
Looking at Lin Mengyao lying peacefully in the crystal coffin and the happy smile on her face, Su Ping recalled the wedding held by the Tower. Once again, tears of sadness welled up in his eyes.
Yu Haoran gently closed the crystal coffin and carefully placed it in the burial pit. The sadness in his eyes was instantly replaced by killing intent.
Yu Haoran took out Cold Cloud, whose consciousness was sealed and dantian was destroyed, from the Víctor. Then, he kicked Cold Cloud to the burial pit.
After a period of absent-mindedness, Leng Yun, who gradually woke up from depression and despair, had the desire to survive in his heart again. Especially when he found that the Divine Soul in his Sea of Consciousness was only sealed and did not suffer the slightest harm, his desire to survive became even stronger.
Looking at Lin Mengyao lying peacefully in the crystal coffin, wearing a white corset dress like a holy white lotus, Cold Cloud, who had an idea, turned to Yu Haoran and said.
"Yu Haoran, since you've married Mengyao, then I, Cold Cloud, am your father-in-law."
Cold Cloud first expressed their relationship with a gentle tone, then shouted with a fierce look.
"Yu Haoran, do you dare to kill your father?"
"Shameless!"
Qin Lingfei couldn't help but curse when she heard Cold Cloud's reason for questioning.
Wu Zhengjun and The Sword Without Trace immediately took out their weapons, ready to kill Cold Cloud on behalf of Yu Haoran.
As for Zhongli Shuiqin, she kept looking at Yu Haoran with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"Cold Cloud, from the moment you used the secret method of Burning Soul and Refining Blood to deal with Mengyao, there was no such thing as a father-daughter relationship between the two of you."
Faced with Cold Cloud's shameless excuse, Yu Haoran took out the Ancestor Leng's high-grade emperor-grade sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Cold Cloud's heart, retorting with a cold smile.
"So, you're now a murderer, an enemy who must pay with blood."
"Yu Haoran, no matter what I did to Mengyao, I gave her life. My blood will always flow in her body, Cold Cloud's blood. This can never be changed."
The cold and sharp tip of the sword made Cold Cloud feel the threat of death descending, but his well-thought-out plan made him continue to insist on his blood relationship with Lin Mengyao.
Because he knew very well that this was the only chance he had to save his life.
"If you want to leave a bad name for killing your father forever and be mocked in the future, then do it!"
Leng Yun's shameless means made it impossible for Yu Haoran to stab his sword into the other party's heart.
"Cold Cloud, I'm just a woman. I don't know anything about human relationships, and I don't care about bad reputation. Now, let me send you on your way!" Seeing that Yu Haoran was caught between a rock and a hard place, Qin Lingfei snatched the high-grade emperor-grade sword from him and stabbed it into Yu Haoran's heart with murderous intent.
"You …!"
Cold Cloud, who had been guarding against Yu Haoran, forgot that the people around him didn't care about his father-daughter relationship with Lin Mengyao.
Leng Yun, who was still unwilling to die, looked at Yu Haoran with longing in his eyes as he sensed the Emperor's Might from the high-grade Emperor realm sword beginning to destroy his internal organs. His voice was filled with pleading.
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