Chapter 378: Completely Exploded

Unnamed Peak.

“Big Sister Gong, will that monster be eliminated?” Zhiqiao lay in Gong Bingye’s arms, allowing her to braid her hair. A childish face, flushed and tender, bore a heavy expression. It was comical to see such a serious look on a child.

At such a tender age, why was she already so sentimental?

“Senior Brother Feng, what are you busy with?” Zhiqiao curiously asked the pacing Feng Bujué.

“Little Junior Sister, I’m preparing a meal to welcome Brother Mié back,” Feng Bujué smiled.

Gong Bingye gazed at the scene before her and sighed softly, hoping everything would be safe and sound.

In truth, Feng Bujué himself wasn’t sure either, but doing this was just to give himself a sliver of hope.

“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.”

“Okay…” Gong Bingye smiled, running the comb through Zhiqiao’s silky 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 become increasingly fond of this place.

There was no scheming or deceit here, only warmth and care.

In Gong Bingye’s mind, perhaps soon she could resign as the head of the family and let someone else take over.

Now, Gong Bingye had already made up her mind.

Whether one was a direct descendant no longer mattered.

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 him, the more she felt the unbridgeable gap between them.

Staying by Zhiqiao’s side was also a source of happiness.

“Big Senior Brother and Brother Mié are back,” Zhiqiao, still lying in Gong Bingye’s arms, spotted the approaching figures in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.

At this moment, Gong Bingye also felt relieved. As long as nothing had happened, everything was fine.

“Brother Mié, finally you’re back safely,” Feng Bujué excitedly rushed forward.

During this period, he had been anxious and worried, fearing that something might happen. Now that he saw everyone return safely, Feng Bujué couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as nothing happened, everything was fine.

Now, Mié Qiongqi had already become the strongest expert at Unnamed Peak, second only to the Sect Leader. There were always things that Mié Junior Brother had to handle, which made Senior Brother Feng feel rather awkward.

But they were 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 especially for you,” Feng Bujué happily said, holding his cleaver. “Hmm, what’s wrong with you all? Why do you look so uneasy?”

Gong Bingye gently smiled while holding Zhiqiao, but when she noticed the solemn expressions on Mié Qiongqi and the others, she felt a sense of foreboding, as if something terrible had happened.

“Big Sister Gong, why is your hand shaking?” Zhiqiao looked at Gong Bingye with a cute expression.

“Nothing,” Gong Bingye softly smiled and continued braiding Zhiqiao’s hair.

Zhang Erdou looked palely at Feng Bujué, his lips slightly trembling. In a hoarse voice, he said, “The Sect Leader… he’s dead.”

Feng Bujué and the others trembled, their expressions darkening. “Master Yan is dead?”

They lived at Unnamed Peak, and Master Yan had been kind to them, offering great help. Hearing of Master Yan’s death was undoubtedly heartbreaking for Feng Bujué and the others.

“It’s not Master Yan…” Zhang Erdou rasped, then couldn’t help sniffling, wiping the corners of his eyes as tears gushed forth like a spring.

“Not Master Yan… then…” Instantly, Feng Bujué’s expression changed, his entire body shuddering. The cleaver in his hand dropped to the ground with a clang.

Feng Bujué’s face turned pale. He bent down and picked up the cleaver, but his trembling hands seemed to already understand something. Still, he forced himself to remain calm.

“Senior Brother, you’re kidding, right? How could our Sect Leader die? He’s still out there having fun. You’re lying to me, aren’t you? I’m a bit slow-witted and tend to take things seriously. Okay, enough talk… let’s eat. I’ve prepared a lot of delicious food,” Feng Bujué aimlessly searched for something, his eyes scanning the surroundings while his hands clutched at his clothes, grasping at the last thread of hope.

“Come eat. You’re just joking around. From now on, you can cook,” Feng Bujué turned and walked toward the kitchen, muttering all the while.

“The Sect Leader is really dead…” Zhang Erdou shouted in a hoarse voice, collapsing to his knees. His hands clawed at the ground. “The Sect Leader is dead. He perished together with an ancient great demon… Junior Brother.”

Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhiqiao’s hair, trembled all over. The wooden comb fell to the ground, and her eyes turned dazed.

“This can’t be possible.”

Zhiqiao, who had been smiling moments ago, suddenly seemed to understand something. She immediately broke free from Gong Bingye’s arms and ran to Zhang Erdou, her small hands gently tugging at his arm.

“Senior Brother, where is Master…” Zhiqiao looked pitifully at Senior Brother, her cute eyes brimming with tears.

Feng Bujué gritted his teeth, turned around, and stared fiercely at Zhang Erdou, roaring, “Senior Brother, this can’t be true. The Sect Leader is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He’s just out having fun. Once he’s tired, he’ll come back. You’re lying to me. If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll get angry. Tell me… tell me you’re lying to me…”

“It’s true,” Tian Yu said, lowering his head and looking into 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 Bujué roared and 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 master who had raised and 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.

Countless disciples lowered their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received help from Lin Fan. Their eyes were red-rimmed.

Although the Master had always been unpredictable, sometimes even bullying 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 Bujué rushed in. When he saw the crystal coffin, his body trembled violently. Then he slowed his steps, his heart pounding.

“It’s impossible. Absolutely impossible…”

Feng Bujué slowly approached, but when he reached the crystal coffin and saw the figure inside, his entire body seemed to lose all strength. He fell to his knees 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 playing with us,” Feng Bujué screamed.

“Junior Brother Feng, Master Lin has really gone,” Zong Hentian stepped forward, placing a hand on Feng Bujué’s shoulder to comfort him.

“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 sobs.

“Master… I want Master…”

Mié Qiongqi felt unbearable pain in his heart. He felt as if something important had completely vanished from his heart, leaving him unable to catch his breath.

Seeing this scene, Master Yan and others felt deeply sorrowful. They exchanged glances with several senior elders and left the hall, heading toward the treasure vault.

He had promised Lin Fan, and no matter what, he would fulfill it.