On the seventh day since the news of Ye Chen's death spread in Tiannan, China.
However, the Ye family of Lin City was in a festive mood at the moment. It was full of guests, and the rain was pattering down from the sky, hitting the wounded hearts of the living.
Countless men in suits and sunglasses ignored the drizzle and stood on both sides of the street outside the Ye family villa. A long carpet was laid in the middle of the road.
Countless people in luxurious clothes stepped on the long carpet and walked into the Ye family villa in an orderly manner. No one spoke during this period.
The atmosphere was very gloomy and sad!
Many people in the entire Tiannan and even China were still grieving over the death of the China No.1, Mad Southern Ye. However, today was the seventh day of Mad Southern Ye's death. The Ye family finally recovered from their grief and planned to hold a ritual for him and erect a cenotaph.
A mourning hall was set up in the living room of the Ye family villa. A black and white photo of Ye Chen stood at the most eye-catching position. It was very painful.
Below him was a cold woman dressed in plain clothes and a five-year-old girl dressed in white clothes. The woman was stupefied as she threw the money into the brazier, while the little girl was hugging a memorial tablet in a daze.
There were countless wreaths and elegiac couplets around the mourning hall.
Lin Tai and Yang Tian, who were dressed in white, guarded the door like door gods. They did not move at all as if they had been petrified.
"The Chao family of Tiannan sends a pair of elegiac couplets. It says, 'A pure heart shines on the sun and moon, and a pure name lives forever!'
"The Li family of Tiannan sends a pair of wreaths!"
"…"
Yang Tian and Lin Tai would only bow to the guests blankly when they passed by the door.
"The Han family, Li family, Yan family, Qin family, and Pang family of Beijing each send a pair of elegiac couplets and wreaths …"
The emcee's decibel level suddenly increased.
Yan Nanfei, Li Yunxiao, Pang Yuanqing, and the rest, who were dressed in plain clothes, came together. All of them looked extremely solemn.
The expressions of many guests changed when they saw that. They did not expect the masters of the five wealthy families of Beijing to come personally to pay their respects to Ye Chen.
"Thank you for your concern!"
Yang Tian bowed to the five of them solemnly and led them into the mourning hall. Su Yuhan, who was dressed in white, stood up and bowed to the five of them while holding Mengmeng's hand. "Widow Su greets the five of you …"
Han Qinhu, who was the leader, quickly stopped her. He took a deep breath and comforted her, "The dead are gone, but the living are still here. Please restrain your grief and take care of yourself!"
He looked at the adorable little baby who had just turned five years old and was holding the memorial tablet with both hands. His eyes were full of pity.
After saying that, he turned around and led the four to the front of the mourning hall. Immediately, someone came forward to offer incense to the five of them.
"A bow …"
Han Qinhu took the incense and looked at the black and white photo before him, and then he said in a deep voice, "Supreme Ye, have a safe journey. I hereby promise that as long as my Li family doesn't fall, the Ye family won't fall. The Li family and the Ye family will live and die together!"
At the end of his sentence, he held the incense sticks with both hands and prayed to Ye Chen's black and white portrait.
"Supreme Ye, rest in peace!"
The other four bowed deeply!
…
At the same time, it was late winter in Kunlun Mountain. Many mountain peaks were covered in snow. The cold wind rustled, freezing one's bones, and it was difficult to find birds.
On a steep and lonely peak, there was an old figure standing at the top of the mountain, looking down at the entire world.
He was only wearing a grey autumn shirt that was extremely thin. However, in this cold season, he did not move at all, allowing the snowflakes to fall on his body.
A young man in a suit with thick eyebrows and big eyes handed over a mink coat and gently draped it over him, "Old Chen, it's getting colder and colder. You should put on some clothes. Don't freeze your body!"
The old man did not answer his question, "Xiaotian, did you hear that?"
Qin Xiaotian was slightly stunned, "What?"
"The death knell!
The death knell has finally been rung! "
The thin old man looked down the mountain, his gaze shooting towards the direction of Tiannan. There was a hint of regret and reluctance in his eyes, "Listen, there's such a strong aura of death in this bell. There's even killing intent, blood aura …"
"Old Chen, is something going to happen?"
Qin Xiaotian's heart sank. He sensed that there was a hidden meaning in Old Chen's words. He felt uneasy, but he was more confused.
When the news of Ye Chen's death came!
The leading figure of the country before him had resigned and handed over his military power. He came to Kunlun Mountain alone and stayed for seven days. He did not interact with outsiders, as if he was waiting for something.
However, no matter how he asked during these seven days, the old man before him seemed to not hear him. He seemed to be looking down at the snowy scenery of Kunlun and the human world.
After an unknown period of time, the snow stopped.
Two or three birds flew out of the forest, cautiously searching for food in the snowy land. One of them hid on a cedar and secretly sized up the old man and the young man, seemingly curious.
"The snow has finally stopped!"
Old Chen said calmly. He suddenly turned around and stared at Qin Xiaotian, "Go down the mountain and bring Ye's family to the northeast to hide. Ye left something there when he was alive!"
"Why?"
The uneasiness in Qin Xiaotian's heart grew stronger, "What about you?"
"The snow has stopped!"
Old Chen looked into the distance and smiled, "The person I'm waiting for should be here soon. Remember, come and collect my corpse in three days and bury me on Kunlun Mountain!"
"What?"
Qin Xiaotian's heart skipped a beat. Before he could ask anything, he immediately felt an extremely terrifying force attacking him, causing his body to fly down the mountain uncontrollably.
He could not believe everything that was happening before him!
Qin Xiaotian had never expected that the old man he had protected for more than ten years would have such a terrifying cultivation base. He was even more terrifying than any powerhouse he had ever seen!
R-Emperor Stage!
"Old Chen!"
He roared angrily. His heart was filled with shock and anger. He vaguely guessed what was going on, but he was powerless to do anything. He could only watch as the old man moved further and further away from him until he finally disappeared from his sight.
Not long after he disappeared, dozens of terrifying auras suddenly exploded in Kunlun Mountain, rushing over like an avalanche.
The dozens of figures paused when they saw the old man in front of them. Their faces were filled with fear, and for a moment, no one dared to take half a step forward.
Old Chen acted as if he did not see that. He gently took off his mink coat and folded it carefully on the ground, "Is it Old Bai or Old Xiao? Come out! "
In the next moment, a crack in the ice slowly appeared in the sky, and a white figure slowly stepped out of the crack. The person was wrapped in a hazy brilliance, and his face could not be seen clearly. He was like an Earth Immortal that had descended to the world, causing people to tremble.
Old Chen did not even raise his head, "So it's Old Bai. Looks like Old Xiao still looks down on me. He actually didn't come personally!"
"Chen Tulong!"
The figure in the sky harrumphed coldly, "I don't want to bicker with you today, nor do I want to fight you. If you know what's good for you, don't interfere. Perhaps you still have a few years to live. You don't have to threaten me with Emperor Stage cultivators being banned from entering the world. My mission is to hold you back!"
Old Chen ignored the cold and reached out to dig the snow in front of him, "As the saying goes, one should not cause trouble to one's wife and children. You're from the ancient families of Shang Santian after all. You've always followed the ancient law. Don't tell me you don't even know this principle?"
"Of course, that's true. However, this junior Ye has killed too many people from the five ancient families, especially my grandson, Shaoyu, and the young master of the Xiao family, Yuanjing. Why should we talk about the ancient law with such actions?"
"Since that's the case, let's fight!"
Old Chen sighed softly and dug out a long sword wrapped in black cloth from the snow, "That winter, I traveled to Kunlun with the great ancestor. I once buried the sword here in front of him. I didn't expect it to appear in the world again today …"
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(PS: There are only two chapters today. The climax is coming soon. My brain is a little stuck. I still owe a chapter. I'll update tomorrow. Thank you for your support!)
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