Unnamed Peak.
“Big Sister Gong, will that monster be defeated?” Zhiqiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting Gong Bingye braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression. Seeing such a serious look on a child’s face was both touching and amusing.
How could someone so young be so sentimental?
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and poignant on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she observed the scene, silently hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
In truth, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this brought him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
After a moment of thought, Zhi Qiao replied, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, her comb gliding through Zhi Qiao’s smooth hair as her nimble fingers wove a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no deceit or treachery, only warmth and comfort.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether it was the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Staying by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big Brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, still in Gong Bingye’s arms, exclaimed with joy as she spotted the figures in the distance.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’re finally back safely,” Feng Bujue said excitedly as he stepped forward.
He had been worried sick all this time, fearing something might go wrong. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as nothing had happened, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak after the sect leader. Many things had been shouldered by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest happiness.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked a feast just for you,” Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher’s knife with a wide grin. “Huh? What’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye, holding Zhi Qiao, smiled softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a bad premonition crept into her heart, as if something terrible had happened.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao asked innocently, looking up at her.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye replied with a gentle smile, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he said hoarsely, “The sect leader… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. “Sect Leader Yan is dead?”
They lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Leader Yan had always treated them well, offering great help. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking blow.
“It’s not Sect Leader Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said, his voice breaking as he wiped tears from his eyes, which flowed like a spring.
“If it’s not Sect Leader Yan, then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his body trembling as the butcher’s knife fell from his hand, clattering to the ground.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, but his shaking hands betrayed his inner turmoil, though he tried to remain composed.
“Big Brother, stop joking. How could that be? Our sect leader is still out there playing. Don’t fool me; I’m gullible and take everything seriously. Alright, let’s not talk about it… let’s eat. I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed lost, his eyes darting around as he clutched his clothes, as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Come on, let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on,” Feng Bujue muttered as he turned and walked toward the kitchen.
“The sect leader is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared, falling to his knees and clutching the ground. “The sect leader is dead… he perished together with the ancient demon… Brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, trembled, the wooden comb falling from her hand as her eyes went blank.
“How could this be?”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big Brother, where’s Master?” Zhi Qiao looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice trembling.
Feng Bujue clenched his teeth, turning to glare at Zhang Er’gou. “Big Brother, this can’t be true. The sect leader is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s just out playing, and when he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu said, lowering his gaze as if unable to accept the reality.
“The sect leader’s body is now in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue roared, then bolted down the mountain like a madman. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had always guided them—how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had yet to become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay silently.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red with tears.
Though the sect leader had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had also often helped them.
Now, his body lay cold in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything felt so unreal.
“Sect Leader…” Feng Bujue burst into the hall, and when he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently. He slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, this can’t be…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, his strength seemed to drain away. He fell to his knees before the coffin, clutching it tightly.
“How could this be? How could this be? Sect Leader, speak to me. Tell me this is all a joke,” Feng Bujue cried out.
“Brother Feng, Sect Leader Lin is truly gone,” Zong Hentian said, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… how could this be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
When Zhi Qiao saw the figure in the crystal coffin, she burst into tears.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had been completely ripped from his heart.
Sect Leader Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He would fulfill Lin Fan’s last wish, no matter what.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhiqiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and poignant on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Senior Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhiqiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little Junior Sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Junior Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she observed the scene, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
In truth, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this brought him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhiqiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
After thinking for a moment, Zhiqiao replied, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, her comb gliding through Zhiqiao’s silky hair as her nimble fingers wove an intricate braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no scheming or deceit, only warmth and comfort.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
She had finally come to a realization.
Whether she was of the main lineage no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Being by Zhiqiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Senior Brother and Junior Brother Mie are back,” Zhiqiao, still in Gong Bingye’s arms, exclaimed with joy as she spotted the figures in the distance.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Junior Brother Mie, you’re finally back safely,” Feng Bujue said excitedly as he stepped forward.
He had been worried sick all this time, fearing that something might have happened. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as everything was fine, that was all that mattered.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the Sect Master. Many responsibilities had fallen on Junior Brother Mie’s shoulders, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest happiness.
“Junior Brother, this time I personally cooked a lavish meal just for you,” Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher’s knife with a wide grin. “Huh? What’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so distracted? What happened?”
Gong Bingye, holding Zhiqiao, smiled softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a bad feeling crept into her heart, as if something terrible had happened.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhiqiao asked innocently, looking up at her.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye replied with a gentle smile, continuing to braid Zhiqiao’s hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he spoke in a hoarse voice, “The Sect Master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others froze, their expressions darkening. “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They had lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had always treated them well, offering great support. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking blow.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said, his voice breaking as he sniffled, wiping tears that flowed like a spring.
“If it’s not Sect Master Yan, then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his body trembling as the butcher’s knife fell from his hand, clattering to the ground.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, but his shaking hands betrayed his inner turmoil, though he tried to remain composed.
“Senior Brother, you must be joking. How could that be? Our Sect Master is still out there, having fun. Don’t tease me; I’m gullible and take things seriously. Come on, let’s eat. I’ve prepared so much delicious food.” Feng Bujue’s eyes darted around as if searching for something, his hands clutching his clothes as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on,” Feng Bujue muttered as he turned toward the kitchen.
“The Sect Master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared, falling to his knees, his hands clawing at the ground. “The Sect Master is dead. He perished together with the ancient demon… Junior Brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhiqiao’s hair, trembled, the wooden comb falling from her hand as her eyes glazed over.
“How is this possible?”
Zhiqiao, who had been smiling moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Senior Brother, where’s Master?” Zhiqiao looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice trembling.
Feng Bujue clenched his teeth, turning to glare at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Senior Brother, this can’t be true! The Sect Master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s just out there, having fun. When he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tianyu said, lowering his gaze as if unable to accept the reality.
“The Sect Master’s body is now in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it!” Feng Bujue roared, then dashed madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had always guided them—how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had yet to become the greatest sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay silently in the center.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red with tears.
Though the Sect Master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even teased them, he had often helped them.
Now, his body lay cold in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything felt so unreal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue burst into the hall, his body trembling as he saw the coffin. He slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, this can’t be…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, his strength seemed to drain away. He fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands gripping it tightly.
“How? How? Sect Master, speak to me! Tell me this is all a joke!” Feng Bujue screamed.
“Junior Brother Feng, Sect Master Lin is truly gone,” Zong Hentian said, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… it can’t be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhiqiao, and the others arrived.
When Zhiqiao saw the figure in the coffin, she burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something vital had been ripped from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and he would fulfill that promise no matter what.
Gong Bingye gazed at the scene before her and sighed softly, hoping everything would be safe and peaceful.
In truth, Feng Buju himself had no certainty either, but doing this brought a sliver of hope to his heart.
“Zhiqiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye smiled and asked.
Zhiqiao thought for a moment. “I want the most beautiful braid.”
“Okay…” Gong Bingye smiled, running the comb through Zhiqiao’s smooth, long hair, skillfully weaving a unique braid with her nimble hands.
She had been at the Holy Sect for quite a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place more and more.
There was no scheming or deceit here, only warmth and affection.
In Gong Bingye’s mind, perhaps soon she could resign as the head of her family and let someone else take over.
Now, Gong Bingye had made up her mind.
It no longer mattered whether someone was from the main branch of the family or not.
As long as the family spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with them, the more she felt the unbridgeable gap between them.
Staying by Zhiqiao’s side was happiness enough.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face showed a heavy expression, which seemed rather amusing on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little junior sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she watched the scene, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
In truth, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this gave him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
Zhi Qiao thought for a moment, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, her comb gliding through Zhi Qiao’s smooth hair, her nimble fingers weaving a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
There was no deceit here, only warmth.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might be able to step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether she was from the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Staying by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, saw the figures approaching in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’re finally back safely,” Feng Bujue said excitedly as he stepped forward.
During this time, he had been filled with worry, fearing that something might happen. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the sect master. Some matters had always been handled by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter. As long as everyone was safe, that was the greatest happiness.
“Junior brother, this time your senior brother has personally cooked a feast just for you,” Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher’s knife, smiling happily. “Huh, what’s wrong with you all? Why do you all look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye held Zhi Qiao, smiling softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, she felt a sense of foreboding, as if something had gone wrong.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao asked innocently, looking at Gong Bingye.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye replied with a faint smile, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he said hoarsely, “The sect master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had always treated them well, offering them great help. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking event for Feng Bujue and the others.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said, his voice breaking, tears streaming down his face like a spring.
“Not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his entire body trembling, the butcher’s knife in his hand clattering to the ground.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, but his trembling hands seemed to already understand something, though he tried to remain composed.
“Big brother, you must be joking. How could this be? Our sect master is still out there playing. Don’t tease me, I’m a simple person, I take everything seriously. Alright, stop talking… let’s eat, I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed to be searching for something, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his hands clutching his clothes as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Come on, let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on,” Feng Bujue said as he turned toward the kitchen, muttering to himself.
“The sect master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared at Feng Bujue, collapsing to his knees, his hands gripping the ground. “The sect master is dead, he perished together with an ancient demon… junior brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, shuddered, the wooden comb falling from her hand, her eyes vacant.
“How could this be?”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling just moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She immediately broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big brother, where’s master…” Zhi Qiao looked pitifully at her senior brother, tears welling up in her innocent eyes.
Feng Bujue gritted his teeth, turning to glare at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Big brother, this can’t be. The sect master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s out there playing, and when he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu said, lowering his head, his gaze shifting to the distance as if he couldn’t accept the truth.
“The sect master’s body is now in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue roared, then ran madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had always guided them, how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had not yet become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red.
Although the master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had often helped them.
Now, Master Lin’s body lay in the cold crystal coffin.
Everything… everything seemed so unreal.
“Sect master…” Feng Bujue rushed in, and when he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently. He slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, absolutely not…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, his strength seemed to drain away. He collapsed to his knees before the coffin, his hands gripping it tightly.
“How could this be, how could this be? Sect master, speak to me, tell me this is all a joke,” Feng Bujue wailed.
“Junior brother Feng, Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian said, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… how could this be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
Zhi Qiao, seeing the figure in the crystal coffin, burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt like this before, as if something important had been completely ripped from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and he would fulfill that promise no matter what.
At this moment, Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as nothing had happened, everything was fine.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and touching on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she observed the scene, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
Feng Bujue, in truth, was uncertain, but doing this brought him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
After a moment of thought, Zhi Qiao replied, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, her comb gliding through Zhi Qiao’s smooth, long hair as her nimble fingers wove an intricate braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for quite some time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no deceit or treachery, only warmth and comfort.
Gong Bingye had been thinking that in a little while, she might step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
She had finally made up her mind.
Whether she was the direct descendant or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Being by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big Brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, still in Gong Bingye’s arms, exclaimed with joy as she spotted the figures approaching in the distance.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’re finally back safely,” Feng Bujue said excitedly as he stepped forward.
He had been worried sick during this time, fearing that something might have happened. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as everything was alright.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the second strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the sect leader. Many responsibilities had fallen on his shoulders, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter much. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest joy.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked a feast just for you,” Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher’s knife with a wide grin. “Huh? What’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye, holding Zhi Qiao, smiled softly, but when she noticed the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a sense of foreboding crept into her heart, as if something terrible had happened.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao asked innocently, looking up at her.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye replied with a gentle smile, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he spoke in a hoarse voice, “The sect leader… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others froze, their expressions darkening. “Sect Leader Yan is dead?”
They had lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Leader Yan had always treated them well, offering great support. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking blow.
“It’s not Sect Leader Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said, his voice breaking as he sniffled, wiping tears that flowed like a spring.
“Not Sect Leader Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his entire body trembling as the butcher’s knife fell from his hand, clattering to the ground.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, but his shaking hands betrayed his inner turmoil, though he tried to remain composed.
“Big Brother, stop joking. How could that be? Our sect leader is still out there, having fun. Don’t tease me; I’m gullible and take things seriously. Alright, let’s not talk about it… come eat, I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed lost, his eyes darting around as he clutched his clothes, as if grasping for a last shred of hope.
“Come eat, you’re just joking. From now on, you’ll be the one cooking,” Feng Bujue muttered as he turned and walked toward the kitchen.
“The sect leader is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou shouted, his voice hoarse, as he fell to his knees, clutching the ground. “The sect leader is dead… he perished together with the ancient demon… brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, shuddered, the wooden comb falling from her hand as her eyes went blank.
“How could this be?”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling just moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big Brother, where’s Master?” Zhi Qiao asked pitifully, tears welling up in her innocent eyes.
Feng Bujue gritted his teeth, turning to glare at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Big Brother, this can’t be true. The sect leader is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s just out there, having fun. When he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu said, his head bowed as he glanced into the distance, as if unable to accept the truth.
“The sect leader’s body is now in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue roared, then dashed madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had always guided them, how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had yet to become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red with tears.
Although the master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had also often helped them.
Now, Master Lin’s body lay coldly in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything seemed so unreal.
“Sect Leader…” Feng Bujue burst into the hall, and when he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently. He slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, this can’t be…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, his strength seemed to drain away. He fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands gripping it tightly.
“How… how could this be? Sect Leader, please speak to me. Tell me this is all a joke,” Feng Bujue cried out.
“Brother Feng, Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian said, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… it can’t be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
When Zhi Qiao saw the figure in the crystal coffin, she burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had been completely ripped from his heart.
Sect Leader Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He would fulfill the promise he had made to Lin Fan, no matter what.
During this period, he had been anxious and worried, fearing something might happen. But now seeing everyone return safely, Feng Buju couldn’t help but relax.
As long as nothing happened, everything was fine.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhiqiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, youthful face bore a heavy expression, which seemed rather amusing on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhiqiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she observed the scene, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
Deep down, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this brought him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhiqiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
After a moment of thought, Zhiqiao said, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, running the comb through Zhiqiao’s smooth, long hair, her nimble fingers weaving a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
There was no deceit here, only warmth.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether it was the direct lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Being by Zhiqiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big Brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhiqiao, still in Gong Bingye’s arms, exclaimed with joy as she saw the figures approaching in the distance.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’ve finally returned safely,” Feng Bujue said excitedly as he stepped forward.
He had been worried sick, fearing something might have happened. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as everything was fine.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the second strongest in Nameless Peak after the sect master. Many things had been shouldered by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter much. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest joy.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked a feast just for you,” Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher’s knife with a wide smile. “Huh? What’s wrong with you all? Why do you all look so distracted? What’s going on?”
Gong Bingye held Zhiqiao, smiling gently, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a bad feeling crept into her heart, as if something terrible had happened.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhiqiao asked innocently, looking up at her.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye replied with a soft smile, continuing to braid Zhiqiao’s hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he said hoarsely, “The sect master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had always been kind to them, offering great help. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking blow.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said, his voice breaking as he sniffled, wiping tears that flowed like a spring.
“Not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his body trembling as the butcher’s knife fell from his hand, clattering to the ground.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, his shaking hands seemingly understanding something, yet he forced himself to remain calm.
“Big Brother, you must be joking. How could that be? Our sect master is still out there having fun. Don’t tease me. I’m gullible and take things seriously. Come on, let’s eat. I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food,” Feng Bujue said, his eyes darting around as if searching for something, his hands clutching his clothes as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on,” Feng Bujue muttered as he turned and walked toward the kitchen.
“The sect master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared, falling to his knees, his hands gripping the ground. “The sect master is dead. He perished together with the ancient demon… Brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhiqiao’s hair, trembled, the wooden comb falling from her hand, her eyes wide with shock.
“How could this be?”
Zhiqiao, who had been smiling, suddenly seemed to understand something. She broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big Brother, where’s Master?” Zhiqiao asked pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears.
Feng Bujue clenched his teeth, turning to glare at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Big Brother, this can’t be true. The sect master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s just out having fun. When he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tianyu said, lowering his head and glancing into the distance, as if unable to accept the reality.
“The sect master’s body is now in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue roared, then ran madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had always guided them—how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had yet to become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red.
Although the master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had often helped them.
Now, Master Lin’s body lay coldly in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything felt so unreal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue burst into the hall. When he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently, and he slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, this can’t be…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, his strength seemed to drain away. He fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands gripping it tightly.
“How could this be? How could this be? Sect Master, speak to me. Tell me this is all a joke,” Feng Bujue cried out.
“Brother Feng, Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian said, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… it can’t be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhiqiao, and the others arrived.
When Zhiqiao saw the figure in the crystal coffin, she burst into tears.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had vanished from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and he would fulfill that promise no matter what.
But they were family, and sometimes such matters didn’t matter much. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest happiness.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and pitiful on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously as she watched Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she observed the scene, silently hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
In truth, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this brought him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
After thinking for a moment, Zhi Qiao replied, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled as the comb glided through Zhi Qiao’s smooth, long hair. Her dexterous hands began weaving a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for quite some time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no deceit or treachery, only warmth and kindness.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might be able to step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether she was of the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Staying by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big Brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, still lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, exclaimed with joy as she spotted the figures approaching in the distance.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’ve finally returned safely,” Feng Bujue said excitedly as he stepped forward.
During this time, he had been filled with anxiety, fearing that something might happen. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the Sect Master. Many tasks had been shouldered by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter much. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest happiness.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked a lavish feast just for you,” Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher’s knife and smiling brightly. “Huh? What’s wrong with you all? Why do you all look so distracted? What happened?”
Gong Bingye, holding Zhi Qiao, smiled softly, but when she noticed the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a sense of foreboding crept into her heart, as if something terrible had happened.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao asked innocently, looking up at her.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye replied with a gentle smile, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s hair into a beautiful plait.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he spoke in a hoarse voice, “The Sect Master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had always treated them well, offering them great support. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking blow to Feng Bujue and the others.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou choked out, then couldn’t hold back his sobs, wiping at the corners of his eyes as tears streamed down like a spring.
“Not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his entire body trembling. The butcher’s knife in his hand clattered to the ground with a loud clang.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, but his shaking hands seemed to already understand what had happened, though he still tried to remain composed.
“Big Brother, stop joking. How could this be? Our Sect Master is still out there having fun. Don’t tease me. I’m gullible and take everything seriously. Alright, stop talking… let’s eat. I’ve prepared so much delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed to be searching for something, his eyes darting around as he clutched his clothes, as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Come on, let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on,” Feng Bujue muttered as he turned and headed toward the kitchen.
“The Sect Master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared at Feng Bujue, then fell to his knees, clutching the ground. “The Sect Master is dead. He perished together with the ancient demon… Brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, trembled all over, the wooden comb falling from her hand. Her eyes were blank with shock.
“How could this be?”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling just moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand what had happened. She immediately broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big Brother, where’s Master?” Zhi Qiao looked up at Zhang Er’gou with tearful, innocent eyes.
Feng Bujue clenched his teeth, turned around, and glared at Zhang Er’gou, shouting, “Big Brother, this can’t be true. The Sect Master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s just out there having fun. When he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me, you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu said, lowering his head and glancing into the distance, as if unable to accept the reality.
“The Sect Master’s body is now lying in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue roared, then dashed madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had always guided them—how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had yet to become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly in the center.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red with tears.
Although the Master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had also often helped them.
Now, Master Lin’s body lay coldly in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything felt so unreal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue rushed in. When he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently, and his steps slowed. His heart pounded in his chest.
“No, it can’t be…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, it was as if all his strength had been drained. He fell to his knees before the coffin, clutching it tightly.
“How? How could this be? Sect Master, speak to me. Tell me this is all just a joke,” Feng Bujue cried out.
“Brother Feng, Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian said, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… it can’t be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
When Zhi Qiao saw the figure lying in the crystal coffin, she burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had been completely ripped from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the Elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and no matter what, he would fulfill that promise.
Gong Bingye gently smiled as she held Zhiqiao, but seeing Meng Qiongqi’s expression, she felt a sense of foreboding, as if something had happened.
“Big Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhiqiao looked up at Gong Bingye with a cute expression.
“Nothing,” Gong Bingye smiled faintly, continuing to comb Zhiqiao’s hair and weave the beautiful braid.
Zhang Erdou looked palely at Feng Buju, his lips slightly trembling, his voice hoarse. “The Sect Leader… he’s dead.”
Feng Buju and the others trembled, their expressions darkening. “Leader Yan is dead?”
They lived at Unnamed Peak, and Leader Yan had been kind to them, giving them much help. Hearing of Leader Yan’s death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking event for Feng Buju and the others.
“It’s not Leader Yan…” Zhang Erdou rasped out, then couldn’t help but sniffle, wiping the corners of his eyes as tears gushed forth like a spring.
“Not Leader Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Buju’s expression changed, his whole body trembling. The cleaver in his hand clattered to the ground, ringing out.
Feng Buju’s face turned pale, and he bent down to pick up the cleaver, but his trembling hands seemed to have already understood something. Still, he forced himself to remain calm.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, youthful face bore a heavy expression, which seemed almost comical on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she watched the scene, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
In truth, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this at least gave him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
Zhi Qiao thought for a moment, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, her comb gliding through Zhi Qiao’s silky hair as her nimble fingers wove a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no scheming or deceit, only warmth.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might be able to step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether it was the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Being by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, saw the figures in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’ve finally returned safely,” Feng Bujue stepped forward excitedly.
During this time, he had been filled with anxiety, fearing that something might happen. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the sect master. Many things had been shouldered by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter much. As long as everyone was safe, that was the greatest happiness.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked a feast just for you,” Feng Bujue held a butcher’s knife, smiling happily. “Huh? What’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye held Zhi Qiao, smiling softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a bad premonition crept into her heart, as if something had gone wrong.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao looked at Gong Bingye with innocent eyes.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye smiled lightly, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s beautiful hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he said hoarsely, “The sect master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived in Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had been kind to them, offering great help. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking event for Feng Bujue and the others.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou’s voice cracked, and he couldn’t help but sniffle, wiping the corners of his eyes as tears streamed down like a spring.
“Not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his body trembled, and the butcher’s knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale, and he bent down to pick up the butcher’s knife, but his trembling hands seemed to already understand something, though he still tried to remain composed.
“Big brother, you must be joking. How could this be? Our sect master is still out there playing. Don’t tease me, I’m a simple person, I take everything seriously. Alright, stop talking… let’s eat, I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed to be searching for something, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his hands clutching his clothes as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Come on, let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on.” Feng Bujue turned and walked towards the kitchen, muttering to himself.
“The sect master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared at Feng Bujue, then fell to his knees, his hands clawing at the ground. “The sect master is dead, he perished together with the ancient demon… brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, shuddered, and the wooden comb fell from her hand. Her eyes were vacant.
“This can’t be.”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling just moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She immediately broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big brother, where’s master…” Zhi Qiao looked pitifully at her senior brother, her innocent eyes brimming with tears.
Feng Bujue gritted his teeth, turned around, and glared at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Big brother, this can’t be. The sect master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s out there playing, and when he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me, you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu lowered his head, his gaze drifting into the distance, as if he couldn’t accept the truth.
“The sect master’s body is now lying in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it.” Feng Bujue roared, then ran madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had always guided them, how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had not yet become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red.
Although the master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had also often helped them.
Now, Master Lin’s body lay coldly in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything seemed so unreal.
“Sect master…” Feng Bujue rushed in, and when he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently. He slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, this can’t be…”
Feng Bujue stepped forward slowly, but when he reached the crystal coffin and saw the figure inside, his body seemed to lose all strength. He fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands clutching it tightly.
“How could this be, how could this be? Sect master, speak to me, tell me this is all a joke.” Feng Bujue howled.
“Brother Feng, Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian stepped forward, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder, comforting him.
“No… this can’t be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
Zhi Qiao, seeing the figure in the crystal coffin, burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had completely vanished from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene, their hearts heavy with sorrow. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed towards the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and no matter what, he would fulfill that promise.
“Come eat. You’re just kidding around. From now on, you can cook,” Feng Buju turned and walked toward the kitchen, muttering to himself.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, youthful face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and poignant on such a young child.
Why is she so sentimental at such a tender age?
“Brother Feng, what are you so busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she observed the scene, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
In truth, Feng Bujue was uncertain, but doing this brought a glimmer of hope to his heart.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
Zhi Qiao thought for a moment, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, her comb gliding through Zhi Qiao’s silky hair as her nimble fingers wove a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no deceit or treachery, only warmth and comfort.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether it was the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Being by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big Brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, saw the figures in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’ve finally returned safely,” Feng Bujue stepped forward excitedly.
He had been worried sick, fearing something might go wrong. But now, seeing them return unharmed, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the Sect Master. Many tasks had always been shouldered by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest happiness.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked a feast just for you,” Feng Bujue held a butcher’s knife, smiling happily. “Huh, what’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye held Zhi Qiao, smiling softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a bad premonition crept into her heart, as if something terrible had happened.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao looked up at Gong Bingye with innocent eyes.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye smiled lightly, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he spoke hoarsely, “The Sect Master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had always treated them well, offering great help. Hearing of his death was undoubtedly a heartbreaking blow.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou choked out, then couldn’t help but sniffle, wiping tears that flowed like a spring.
“Not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his body trembling, the butcher’s knife in his hand clattering to the ground.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, but his shaking hands betrayed his inner turmoil, though he tried to remain composed.
“Big Brother, stop joking. How could that be? Our Sect Master is still out there having fun. Don’t tease me. I’m gullible and take everything seriously. Alright, stop talking… let’s eat. I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed lost, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his hands clutching his clothes as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Come on, let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on,” Feng Bujue turned and walked toward the kitchen, muttering to himself.
“The Sect Master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared at Feng Bujue, then fell to his knees, clutching the ground. “The Sect Master is dead. He perished together with the ancient demon… Brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, trembled, the wooden comb falling from her hand, her eyes vacant.
“How could this be?”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling, suddenly seemed to understand something. She broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big Brother, where’s Master…” Zhi Qiao looked up at Zhang Er’gou with teary, innocent eyes.
Feng Bujue clenched his teeth, turned around, and glared at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Big Brother, this can’t be true. The Sect Master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s out there having fun. When he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu lowered his head, his gaze drifting into the distance, as if unable to accept the truth.
“The Sect Master’s body is now in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue roared, then ran madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the Sect Master who had always guided them, couldn’t possibly have died so easily.
The Holy Demon Sect hadn’t even become the top sect yet.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red with tears.
Though the Sect Master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had also often helped them.
Now, his body lay coldly in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything seemed so unreal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue rushed in, and when he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently. He slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, it can’t be…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, his strength seemed to drain away. He fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands clutching it tightly.
“How could this be? How could this be? Sect Master, speak to me. Tell me this is all a joke,” Feng Bujue howled.
“Brother Feng, Sect Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian stepped forward, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… it can’t be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
Zhi Qiao, seeing the figure in the crystal coffin, burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had vanished from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the Elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and he would fulfill that promise no matter what.
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhiqiao’s hair, trembled all over, the wooden comb dropping to the ground, her eyes dazed.
“This can’t be.”
Zhiqiao, who had been smiling moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She immediately wriggled out of Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Erdou, her small, tender hands gently tugging at his arm.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, youthful face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and touching on such a young child.
At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?
“Senior Brother Feng, what are you so busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little Junior Sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Junior Brother Mie,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she watched the scene unfold, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
In truth, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this brought him a glimmer of hope.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
After thinking for a moment, Zhi Qiao replied, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, running the comb through Zhi Qiao’s smooth, long hair, her nimble fingers weaving a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no deceit or treachery, only warmth.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might be able to step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether it was the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Being by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Senior Brother and Junior Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, noticed the figures approaching in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Junior Brother Mie, you’re finally back safely,” Feng Bujue said excitedly, stepping forward.
He had been worried sick all this time, fearing something might happen. But now that they had returned safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the Sect Master. Many responsibilities had fallen on Junior Brother Mie’s shoulders, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest happiness.
“Junior Brother, this time I personally cooked a feast just for you,” Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher’s knife with a wide smile. “Huh? What’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye held Zhi Qiao, smiling softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a bad premonition crept into her heart, as if something terrible had happened.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao asked innocently, looking up at her.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye replied with a gentle smile, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s hair.
Zhang Er’gou, his face pale, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling as he said in a hoarse voice, “The Sect Master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had always been kind to them, offering great help. Hearing of his death was a heartbreaking blow.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said, his voice breaking as he sniffled, wiping tears that flowed like a spring.
“Not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his body trembling as the butcher’s knife fell from his hand, clattering to the ground.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale as he bent down to pick up the knife, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Though he seemed to understand what had happened, he forced himself to remain calm.
“Senior Brother, you must be joking. How could that be? Our Sect Master is still out there having fun. Don’t tease me like this. I’m gullible, you know. Come on, let’s eat. I’ve prepared so much delicious food,” Feng Bujue said, his eyes darting around as if searching for something, his hands clutching his clothes as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on,” Feng Bujue muttered as he turned and walked toward the kitchen.
“The Sect Master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared, falling to his knees, his hands clawing at the ground. “The Sect Master is dead… he perished together with the ancient demon… Junior Brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, trembled, the wooden comb falling from her hand, her eyes blank with shock.
“How could this be?”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling just moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Senior Brother, where’s Master?” Zhi Qiao asked pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears.
Feng Bujue gritted his teeth, turning to glare at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Senior Brother, this can’t be true. The Sect Master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s out there having fun. When he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me you’re lying…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu said, lowering his gaze, unable to accept the reality.
“The Sect Master’s body is now lying in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue shouted, then ran madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the one who had guided them all this time—how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had yet to become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect, a crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help. Their eyes were red with tears.
Though the Sect Master had always been unpredictable, sometimes even teasing them, he had often helped them.
Now, his body lay cold in the crystal coffin.
Everything… everything felt so unreal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue rushed in, his body trembling violently when he saw the crystal coffin. He slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, this can’t be…”
Feng Bujue approached slowly, but when he reached the coffin and saw the figure inside, his strength seemed to drain away. He fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands gripping it tightly.
“How could this be? How could this be? Sect Master, speak to me. Tell me this is all a joke,” Feng Bujue cried out.
“Junior Brother Feng, Sect Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian said, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder to comfort him.
“No… it can’t be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
When Zhi Qiao saw the figure in the crystal coffin, she burst into tears.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had been completely torn from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene with heavy hearts. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and he would fulfill that promise no matter what.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhiqiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and pitiful on such a young child.
Why is she so sentimental at such a young age?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhiqiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she watched the scene, hoping that everything would be safe and sound.
In truth, Feng Bujue was also uncertain, but doing this brought a glimmer of hope to his heart.
“Zhiqiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
Zhiqiao thought for a moment, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, running the comb through Zhiqiao’s smooth, long hair, her nimble fingers weaving a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
There was no deceit here, only warmth.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might be able to step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, Gong Bingye had made up her mind.
Whether it was the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Being by Zhiqiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big Brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhiqiao, lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, saw the figures in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’ve finally returned safely,” Feng Bujue stepped forward excitedly.
During this time, he had been filled with worry, fearing that something might happen. But now, seeing them return safely, Feng Bujue couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the strongest in Nameless Peak, second only to the sect master. Some matters had always been handled by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter. As long as everyone was safe, that was the greatest joy.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked, preparing a grand feast just for you,” Feng Bujue held a butcher’s knife, smiling happily. “Huh, what’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye held Zhiqiao, smiling softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, a bad premonition arose in her heart, as if something had gone wrong.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhiqiao looked at Gong Bingye with innocent eyes.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye smiled lightly, continuing to braid Zhiqiao’s beautiful hair.
Zhang Er’gou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling slightly, his voice hoarse, “The sect master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening, “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived in Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had always treated them well, offering great help. Now, hearing that Sect Master Yan had died, it was undoubtedly a heartbreaking event for Feng Bujue and the others.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said in a choked voice, then couldn’t help but sniffle, wiping the corners of his eyes, tears streaming down like a spring.
“If it’s not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his whole body trembling, the butcher’s knife in his hand falling to the ground with a clang.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale, then he bent down to pick up the butcher’s knife, but his trembling hands seemed to already understand something, though he still forced himself to remain calm.
“Big Brother, stop joking, how could this be? Our sect master is still out there playing. Don’t fool me, I’m gullible, I take everything seriously. Alright, stop talking… let’s eat, I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed to be searching for something, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his hands clutching his clothes, as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Come on, let’s eat. If you’re joking, you’ll be the one cooking from now on.” Feng Bujue turned and walked towards the kitchen, muttering to himself.
“The sect master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared at Feng Bujue, then fell to his knees with a thud, his hands gripping the ground, “The sect master is dead, he perished together with the ancient demon… brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhiqiao’s hair, shuddered, the wooden comb falling from her hand, her eyes staring blankly.
“How could this be?”
Zhiqiao, who had been smiling just moments ago, seemed to suddenly understand something. She immediately broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Er’gou, her small, tender hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big Brother, where’s Master…” Zhiqiao looked pitifully at her big brother, tears welling up in her innocent eyes.
Feng Bujue gritted his teeth, turned around, and stared fiercely at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Big Brother, this can’t be true. The sect master is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s out there playing, and when he’s tired, he’ll come back. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry. Tell me, you’re lying to me…”
“It’s true,” Tianyu lowered his head, his gaze drifting into the distance, as if he couldn’t accept the reality.
“The sect master’s body is now lying in the main hall.”
“No, I don’t believe it.” Feng Bujue roared, then ran madly down the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the sect master who had always guided them, how could he have died so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had not yet become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help, their eyes red.
Although the master had always been unpredictable and sometimes even bullied them, he had often helped them.
Now, Master Lin’s body lay in that cold crystal coffin.
Everything… everything seemed so unreal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue rushed in, and when he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently, then he slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“No, absolutely not…”
Feng Bujue slowly approached, but when he reached the crystal coffin and saw the figure inside, his body seemed to lose all strength, and he fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands gripping it tightly.
“How could this be, how could this be? Sect Master, speak to me, tell me this is all a joke.” Feng Bujue howled.
“Brother Feng, Master Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian stepped forward, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder, comforting him.
“No… how could this be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhiqiao, and the others arrived.
When Zhiqiao saw the figure lying in the crystal coffin, she burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had completely vanished from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene, their hearts heavy with sorrow. After exchanging glances with the elders, they left the hall and headed towards the treasury.
He would fulfill the promise he made to Lin Fan, no matter what.
“It’s true.” Tian Yu lowered his head, his gaze shifting to the distance, as if unable to accept this reality.
“The Sect Leader’s body is now in the main hall.”
“No way. I don’t believe it.” Feng Buju roared and then ran madly down the mountain. He would never believe it without seeing it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the leader who had always trained them, how could he die so easily?
The Saint Demon Sect had not yet become the greatest sect.
…
Inside the Holy Sect’s main hall.
A crystal stone coffin lay quietly there.
Numerous disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received help from Lin Fan, all of them with red-rimmed eyes.
Although the Senior Uncle Master sometimes didn’t follow the rules and occasionally bullied them, he often helped them.
Now, Master Lin’s body lay in that cold crystal coffin.
Everything… everything seemed so unreal.
“Sect Leader…” At this moment, Feng Buju rushed in. When he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently, then he slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“This can’t be. It absolutely can’t be…”
Feng Buju slowly approached, but when he reached the crystal coffin and saw the figure inside, his entire body seemed to lose all strength. He knelt heavily in front of the coffin, his hands tightly gripping it.
“How could this happen? How could this happen? Sect Leader, speak to me. Tell me this is just a joke, that you’re tricking us again.” Feng Buju roared.
Nameless Peak.
“Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?” Zhi Qiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression, which seemed both amusing and poignant on such a young child.
Why is she so sentimental at such a young age?
“Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhi Qiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pacing back and forth.
“Little sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mie back,” Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
Gong Bingye sighed softly as she observed the scene, hoping that everything would remain peaceful.
Feng Bujue, in truth, was uncertain, but he did this merely to bring a glimmer of hope to his heart.
“Zhi Qiao, what kind of braid do you want today?” Gong Bingye asked with a smile.
Zhi Qiao thought for a moment, “I want the prettiest braid.”
“Alright…” Gong Bingye smiled, her comb gliding through Zhi Qiao’s smooth, long hair, her nimble fingers weaving a unique braid.
She had been at the Holy Sect for a long time now.
Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to love this place even more.
Here, there was no deceit, only warmth.
Gong Bingye thought that in a little while, she might be able to step down as the family head and let someone else take over.
Now, she had made up her mind.
Whether it was the main lineage or not no longer mattered.
As long as the family’s spirit could be passed down, that was enough.
As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought too much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the insurmountable gap between them.
Staying by Zhi Qiao’s side was also a source of happiness.
“Big Brother and Brother Mie are back,” Zhi Qiao, lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, saw the figures in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was all that mattered.
“Brother Mie, you’re finally back safely,” Feng Bujue stepped forward excitedly.
During this time, he had been anxious, fearing something might happen. But now, seeing them return safely, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.
As long as they were safe, that was enough.
Now, Mie Qiongqi was the second strongest in Nameless Peak after the Sect Master. Some matters had always been handled by Brother Mie, which made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel somewhat awkward.
But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn’t matter. As long as everyone was safe, that was the greatest happiness.
“Brother, this time I personally cooked a feast especially for you,” Feng Bujue held a butcher’s knife, smiling happily. “Huh, what’s wrong with you all? Why do you all look so distracted?”
Gong Bingye held Zhi Qiao, smiling softly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, she felt a sense of foreboding, as if something had gone wrong.
“Sister Gong, why are your hands shaking?” Zhi Qiao looked at Gong Bingye with innocent eyes.
“It’s nothing,” Gong Bingye smiled lightly, continuing to braid Zhi Qiao’s beautiful hair.
Zhang Er’gou looked pale as he stared at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling slightly, his voice hoarse, “The Sect Master… he’s dead.”
Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening, “Sect Master Yan is dead?”
They lived in Nameless Peak, and Sect Master Yan had treated them well, offering great help. Now, hearing that Sect Master Yan had died, it was undoubtedly a heartbreaking event for Feng Bujue and the others.
“It’s not Sect Master Yan…” Zhang Er’gou said in a choked voice, then couldn’t help but sniffle, wiping the corners of his eyes, tears streaming down like a spring.
“If it’s not Sect Master Yan… then…” In an instant, Feng Bujue’s expression changed, his whole body trembled, and the butcher’s knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Feng Bujue’s face turned pale, then he bent down to pick up the butcher’s knife, but his trembling hands seemed to already understand something, though he still tried to remain composed.
“Big Brother, don’t joke around, how could this be? Our Sect Master is still out there playing, don’t fool me, I’m gullible, I take everything seriously. Alright, stop talking… let’s eat, I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food.” Feng Bujue seemed to be searching for something, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his hands clutching his clothes, as if grasping at the last shred of hope.
“Come and eat, you’re just joking, from now on you’ll be the one cooking.” Feng Bujue turned and walked towards the kitchen, muttering to himself.
“The Sect Master is really dead…” Zhang Er’gou roared at Feng Bujue, then fell to his knees, his hands clutching the ground, “The Sect Master is dead, he perished together with the ancient demon… brother.”
Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhi Qiao’s hair, trembled all over, the wooden comb falling from her hand, her eyes staring blankly.
“How could this be?”
Zhi Qiao, who had been smiling, suddenly seemed to understand something, immediately breaking free from Gong Bingye’s arms and running to Zhang Er’gou, her small, tender hands gently tugging at his arm.
“Big Brother, where’s Master…” Zhi Qiao looked pitifully at her big brother, her innocent eyes filled with tears.
Feng Bujue gritted his teeth, turned around, and stared fiercely at Zhang Er’gou, roaring, “Big Brother, this can’t be, the Sect Master is the strongest in the Holy Sect, he’s out there playing, when he’s tired, he’ll come back, don’t lie to me, or I’ll get angry, tell me, you’re lying to me…”
“It’s true,” Tian Yu lowered his head, his gaze shifting to the distance, as if unable to accept the truth.
“The Sect Master’s body is now lying in the main hall.”
“Impossible, I don’t believe it,” Feng Bujue roared, then ran madly towards the foot of the mountain. He wouldn’t believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.
The strongest in the Holy Sect, the Sect Master who had always guided them, how could he die so easily?
The Holy Demon Sect had not yet become the number one sect.
…
In the main hall of the Holy Sect.
A crystal coffin lay quietly.
Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received Lin Fan’s help, their eyes red.
Although the Master Uncle had always been unpredictable, sometimes even bullying them, he had often helped them.
Now, Master Uncle Lin’s body lay in that cold crystal coffin.
Everything… everything seemed so unreal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue rushed in, and when he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently, then he slowed his steps, his heart pounding.
“Impossible, absolutely impossible…”
Feng Bujue slowly approached, but when he reached the crystal coffin and saw the figure inside, his body seemed to lose all strength, and he fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands clutching it tightly.
“How could this be, how could this be, Sect Master, speak to me, tell me this is all a joke you’re playing on us,” Feng Bujue howled.
“Brother Feng, Master Uncle Lin is really gone,” Zong Hentian stepped forward, placing a hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder, comforting him.
“Impossible… how could this be…”
…
One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhi Qiao, and the others arrived.
Zhi Qiao, seeing the figure lying in the crystal coffin, burst into loud sobs.
“Master… I want my master…”
Mie Qiongqi’s heart ached unbearably, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had completely disappeared from his heart.
Sect Master Yan and the others watched the scene, their hearts heavy with sorrow. Then, exchanging glances with the Elders, they left the place and headed towards the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and he would fulfill that promise no matter what.
“It’s impossible… how could this happen…”
…
Gradually, Gong Bingye, Zhiqiao, and others arrived.
When Zhiqiao saw the figure lying in the crystal coffin, she burst into loud cries.
“Master… I want my master…”
Meng Qiongqi felt a deep ache in his heart. It was as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He had never felt like this before, as if something vitally important had completely vanished from his heart.
Looking at the scene before them, Leader Yan and others felt deeply sorrowful. After exchanging glances with several senior elders, they left the hall and headed toward the treasure vault.
He had promised Lin Fan, and no matter what, he would fulfill that promise.
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