My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife-Chapter 807 - 806: Funeral (Part 2 of 3)

On the ocean.

At a glance, it's either the azure sky, or the deep blue sweat, or the distant horizon, monotonous enough to make one break down.

Since a ship was used as a vehicle, the distance from Dai Li Country to Lijia Continent is quite long.

Three days later.

Yang Chen and the others from Asura Hall finally set foot on land.

The port had already prepared vehicles.

The group drove quickly to the first primary school.

Starting in the afternoon and driving until the next afternoon, they finally arrived at the first primary school.

However, upon arriving at the school, Yang Chen felt something was amiss.

Everyone was at the first primary school, not dispersed elsewhere.

After getting out of the car, Yang Chen found Meng Po and asked, "Did they make a move?"

Meng Po glanced at Yang Chen, nodded, with a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"What happened?" A bad feeling arose in Yang Chen's heart.

Meng Po took a deep breath, looked at Yang Chen, and said, "Master, go and see the Shangqing Sect, they... sacrificed three people."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chen's brows furrowed.

Although Yang Chen had mentally prepared for this, hearing the actual outcome, he couldn't help but feel saddened.

No matter what conflicts there were with the Shangqing Sect before, their gesture of helping in dire straits truly moved Yang Chen.

Plus, these people followed him; they were like his soldiers.

The sacrifice of anyone bore an unshirkable responsibility on his part.

At once, Yang Chen turned around, left the room, and headed towards the Shangqing Sect's resting area.

As he reached the doorway, Yang Chen felt a sense of desolation emanating from inside.

In the hot weather, the bodies couldn't be stored, so they had to be immediately cremated and placed in urns.

At the doorway, Yang Chen saw the urns placed on the altar inside.

They didn't even have photos.

Not even a single incense stick.

All there was were silent mourns by their fellow sect brothers.

Some people silently shed tears.

Seeing Yang Chen, Shangyuan immediately stood up, walked over to him, and whispered, "Mr. Yang, you're back."

Having experienced the battle, Shangyuan finally understood what Yang Chen meant by those words.

No matter how great one's cultivation, without combat skills, one would also die, even at the hands of those who have never cultivated.

Were those people strong?

Shangyuan asked himself and realized they weren't strong at all.

He wanted to admit it, but his face burned with shame.

He wanted to deny it, but there was the bloody reality.

Because of this reality, his three junior brothers paid with their lives!

As Yang Chen had said, they all lived in a greenhouse, unable to withstand turmoil.

Now, just experiencing such a battle brought death, what about more severe battles?

Would they be completely wiped out?

Shangyuan couldn't imagine.

Yang Chen walked to the table and stood silently in front of the three urns placed there.

At this moment, Purple Cultivator, Yang Cao, and Dongzi all came over.

They knew that what Yang Chen least wanted to face were these situations, and what he couldn't come to terms with was the parting of life and death.

Yang Chen stood in front of the urns for a long time and said solemnly, "Everyone, gather, change clothes, and hold a funeral!"

Upon hearing this, everyone from Asura Hall stood up straight, their expressions serious, about to go change clothes.

But Shangyuan stopped them, saying, "Mr. Yang, I'm afraid that's not possible. Our disciples from the Shangqing Sect, their ashes need to be brought back to the Sect. Only by being buried there can they truly be at peace!"

"I understand!" Yang Chen said solemnly, "They need not be buried here, but the ceremony must take place!"

Purple Cultivator hurriedly added, "This is an Asura Hall ceremony. Since they sacrificed for Asura Hall, they are Asura Hall people; they deserve this ceremony!"

Shangyuan heard this, nodded, and did not stop them further.

Ye Xin saw Meng Po handing Yang Chen a formal suit, walked over, looked at the clothes in Yang Chen's hands, and touched the fabric. She knew this was a handmade formal suit from Dai Li Country, definitely high-end.

But she didn't understand why such an exquisite suit should be worn now.

"What's happening?" Ye Xin asked, puzzled.

Yang Chen glanced at her and said solemnly, "We're holding a funeral for the sacrificed brothers. Do you have black clothes?"

Ye Xin nodded; she had brought a black dress with her.

"Then change into it and join me later," Yang Chen said softly, looking at Ye Xin.

Ye Xin obediently nodded.

Half an hour later.

Everyone in Asura Hall wore black suits.

Everyone in the Shangqing Sect wore robes.

Ye Xin and Meng Po wore black dresses.

The group majestically walked towards the Lolima Mountain.

The mountain was tall; the higher they went, the colder it got.

On the cliffside halfway up the mountain, there was a burial ground.

This was specially developed by Asura Hall.

Used to bury their fallen brothers.

At this moment, looking at the densely packed graves on the cliffside was quite shocking.

Ye Xin was also surprised; she hadn't expected that so many people had been sacrificed by Asura Hall.

"Open the grave!" Yang Chen said solemnly.

Purple Cultivator handed over a pickaxe.

Yang Chen walked to a preplanned spot and struck hard with the pickaxe, lifting a stone.

Then, he moved to another spot and lifted another stone with the same motion.

He chose three locations, opening three stones.

Yang Chen then handed the pickaxe to Shangyuan, saying solemnly, "Open a path for our brothers!"

Seeing Yang Chen's serious expression, Shangyuan was stunned.

He slowly took the pickaxe, feeling it extra heavy, as if bearing the weight of life.

Shangyuan understood that the pickaxe carried respect for the deceased and best wishes.

Holding the pickaxe, Shangyuan took a deep breath, came to the planned grave, and said solemnly, "Junior brothers, let me send you on your last journey!"

With that, Shangyuan struck the pickaxe, lifting a stone.

After preparing each of the three graves, he handed the pickaxe to the next brother from the Shangqing Sect.

One by one, they opened a path for the three fallen.

Soon, the outline of the grave appeared.

Finally, after Purple Cultivator and Yang Cao finished, Yang Chen handed the pickaxe to Meng Po.

Meng Po nodded and stepped forward to do the same.

Finally, Meng Po handed the pickaxe to Ye Xin.

Ye Xin hesitated and looked at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen said solemnly, "Go ahead, after all, you've led them in battle. You are also the Saintess of the Shangqing Sect. Their choice to rest here should be blessed by you."

Ye Xin nodded, picked up the pickaxe, and said, "Although my time in the Shangqing Sect was short, I am still the Saintess. So, as their Saintess, I tell you that you are the pride of the Shangqing Sect, and Asura Hall will always remember your kindness. You are all heroes, saving not just children, but future hope. Rest in peace!"

Ding!