C695 Ten Years of Life and Death One Kiss
C695 Ten Years of Life and Death One Kiss
The Seven Profound Peaks enthusiastically received Pu Shijie and the other Heavenly Palace disciples, and allowed them to arrive at the areas corresponding to the Sword Sect, Heavenly Array Sect, Xuanyuan Sect and other large sects to wait.
It was almost noon, and the guests in the amnesia peak had already approached twenty thousand people. There were countless sects of various sizes and sizes.
Sure enough, this was indeed the funeral of the headmaster. Yet, he had arranged it with such grandeur.
All the people who had some face in the Tian Luo Prefecture had basically all come. However, everyone realized that the Five Poisons Gate, one of the seven major sects, was not here.
The grudge between the Five Poisons Gate s was well-known, the two great sects have hated each other for hundreds of years. Now that the Seven Profound Peaks had lost a sect master, the happiest person would naturally be the Five Poisons Gate. Most likely, they were celebrating behind the scenes, so they wouldn't come here.
Even if they came, they would only be here to see the Seven Profound Peaks as a joke. Once they lost control of the situation, it would be hard to say if they didn't start fighting.
"Bang bang!"
The heaven shaking cannon released multicolored rain of smoke in the empty space.
Right at this moment, a majestic aura emanated from the horizon. Everyone raised their heads and looked up, only to see six bright rays of light streaking across the sky and landing in front of the stone platform at the center of the plaza.
The six figures had extremely strong auras, causing the air currents in the entire plaza to ripple violently. A faint, formless wave of air spread out in all directions, causing everyone to be stunned.
"We respectfully welcome our sect's six great headmasters!"
"Boom!"
The appearance of the six headmasters instantly set off a great commotion in the plaza. Most of their faces revealed sincere reverence.
Han Chen followed everyone's gaze and looked at the six people, and among them, five of them were people he had met back when he was fighting in Zong Wu Sect. They were both …
Mu Long Peak and Feng Yang Sect Leader.
Earth Peak, Sect Leader Chen Liang.
Ling Jue Peak had become the Void Sect's headmaster.
Dazzling Peak, where Sect Leader Qiu was located.
At Xingyan Peak, the Sect Leader of the Great Herb King.
When Han Chen saw the black clothed elder standing at the very front, he was instantly stunned. So familiar! Where have I seen it before?
It was an old man in his sixties. He had a beard on his chin and had a transcendent air to him. It was the head of the Seven Profound Peaks's sect, Ye Bo.
Where had he seen it before?
Han Chen's brows tightly knitted, his deep eyes revealing his confusion. However, he couldn't recall anything after a while.
"What's the matter with you?" Xue Xi noticed Han Chen's abnormality, and asked gently, her delicate eyebrows filled with concern.
Han Chen regained his senses, smiled lightly, and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
At the same time, everyone present, including the Heavenly Palace, the sword faction, the Xuanyuan Sect, and many other foreign guests were present. They cupped their fists and slightly bowed as they spoke in unison.
"We pay our respects to the various Sect Leaders of the Seven Profound Peaks. May the Sect Leader grieve well. May Sect Master Liang Yuqiong have a safe journey."
An orderly voice resonated out from the amnesia peak. The voice was like the tides, penetrating into the hearts of everyone present.
The six headmasters looked at each other and sighed softly. A dark haze appeared on their faces.
"Chief Sect Master Ye Bo walked forward and lightly shook his hand. His voice was low but strong. This is something that deserves to be regretted. This old one is extremely grateful to everyone for coming to the Seven Profound Peaks to see Headmaster Liang off on his final journey. "
As Ye Bo said these words, his gaze couldn't help but search for something within the crowd. However, he didn't seem to find the figure he wanted to see.
After waiting for Ye Bo's simple and solemn speech, the deacon host responsible for the funeral announced the start of the funeral.
"When the time comes, the funeral is about to begin. Friends, please send Sect Master Liang on his final journey!"
"Bang bang!"
The dazzling fireworks filled the entire world, as rain of flowers rained down from the sky.
The six headmasters all separated to stand on both sides of the stone stage. There was a distance of nearly a hundred meters between them. Great Elder, Second Elder, and the other Elders led by the Second Elder also stood below the Sect Leader in succession. Then there were the core disciples, Inner Sect Disciples s and the outstanding upper echelons of the sects.
The high level managers and disciples of Seven Profound Peaks stood facing each other as they fought. It formed a straight path with a width of nearly 100 meters. Right above it was a stone platform with a coffin placed on it.
Han Chen accompanied Xue Xi and a few other core disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, to stand together. As for Wang Zhaoyi, Wu Ling and the others, they stood in the middle of the upper echelons, and were relatively far behind them.
Looking at the coffin inside the coffin, Xue Xi's eyes started to mist uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Xue Xi's jade hand was held by a warm palm. Xue Xi's heart trembled, she raised her beautiful eyes, only to see a pair of clean and black pupils, filled with encouragement.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Han Chen consoled.
"En!" Xue Xi nodded slightly, and her jade-like hands unconsciously grabbed ahold of Han Chen's palm.
This scene, happened to be witnessed by the nearby Yang Dingjie. Yang Dingjie, who liked Xue Xi, had a cold look in her eyes, which made her heart burn with jealousy.
"The funeral has begun. Everyone, please respectfully send Headmaster Liang off!"
As soon as the deacon had finished speaking, the atmosphere of the plaza became a lot more sullen.
The first to go up were the Heavenly Palace's teams. Under Pu Shijie's lead, a dozen or so Heavenly Palace's geniuses stepped into the passage formed by the higher ups of the Seven Profound Peaks, and headed towards the center of the stone stage.
A group of flowers were piled up, and tens of thousands of people were sending them off. The scene was extremely grand.
"Thank you, my friend from the Heavenly Palace for sending me off!" The deacon host shouted.
Pu Shijie and the other geniuses stopped ten meters away from the stone platform, bowed their heads in a pious manner, and greeted him.
After completing these simple tasks, the Heavenly Mansion's team walked out from a corridor on the left and returned to their original positions.
"Thank you for sending us off!"
After the Heavenly Palace's team, next was the sword faction's team led by Luo Ang. Just like Pu Shijie and the others, after the formalities, they withdrew.
It was only natural for the disciples of our sect to be the most reverent and solemn when paying respects to the master of the Seven Profound Peaks. Although many of the people from the other sects were only pretending, they would not be stingy with their sincerity in this kind of situation.
"Thank you, Xuanyuan Sect friend, for sending me off!"
Xuanyuan Sect's group walked towards the stone arena, and when they reached in front of Han Chen, Ye Xiaoke subconsciously looked at him strangely.
Han Chen was startled at first, but his face revealed a little oddity. This strangeness naturally came from Ye Weini. He never would have thought that the elder sister that Ye Xiaoke would occasionally mention before, would actually be Ye Weini.
As for Ye Weini, who was walking in front, she did not even glance sideways, and did not notice Han Chen who was in the middle of the crowd. Who knew what would happen when the two of them met.
As time passed, the Puppet Faction, Heavenly Array Sect, Ziyang Palace, and the Beginner Sect, all of the forces came to the stone platform one after another to pay their respects.
The funeral was coming to an end. The noisy atmosphere had gradually turned gloomy.
The sect masters, elders and core disciples of the Seven Profound Peaks were all immersed in low tide. Everyone's emotions were filled with regret.
"Bang bang!"
After two rounds of cannon shots, at this moment, the welcoming deacon at the foot of the mountain suddenly gave out a deep and loud shout of surprise.
"Wanxiong Prefecture, Five Elements Pavilion Master, Wen Lei, has arrived!"
"Boom!"
In the sky, it was like a bolt from the blue. Everyone was shocked. The six sect masters of the Seven Profound Peaks could not help but look up, their eyebrows raised.
Tens of thousands of gazes were all on the same spot.
Han Chen could clearly feel Xue Xi's delicate body gently trembling, and the strength she used to grasp her own palm had increased by a few points. It was not only Xue Xi, but all the disciples of the Seven Profound Peaks were moved.
Wen Lei was a name that everyone in Seven Profound Peaks knew well.
The former Seven Profound Peaks's youngest sect master, was also the Tian Luo Prefecture's hottest and most dazzling star that was admired by tens of thousands.
He came? In the end, it still came.
The air of the amnesia peak seemed to have frozen over. In front of the tens of thousands of gazes, a middle-aged man with a cold and majestic demeanor slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The man's face was like a crown jade, gentle and refined, and his brows revealed an unrestrained heroic spirit. It gave off a feeling of being approachable, while also revealing a hint of an obscure domineering aura. "It really is him!" Han Chen's expression also changed. As he clenched his fists, his eyes surged with great shock.
Wasn't this Wen Lei the man who gave the painting to him on the gigantic ark of the Chaotic Demon Sea? No wonder he was so familiar with the affairs of the Seven Profound Peaks.
Han Chen's thoughts had been confirmed, and he could now explain why Three Stones had given him a painting on the giant boat that day for no reason.
There was only silence, only a faint sound of whispers could be heard.
"It's really Wen Lei. He hasn't changed at all from back then."
Wen Lei had come alone. His mature and steady face was filled with haze and his deep eyes contained unconcealable pain and sorrow.
Wen Lei did not greet anyone, nor did he look at anyone. He stared at the coffin surrounded by fresh flowers. At that moment, all he could see was the stone platform.
Wen Lei walked towards the stone platform step by step, and every step he took seemed especially heavy.
Wen Lei never stopped walking. When he reached the edge of the stone platform, he started to step on it again. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, they ascended the stone platform. He walked through the flowers and arrived in front of the coffin.
"Why?" Wen Lei's voice was hoarse and dry. He slowly extended a hand and gently placed it on the coffin lid, his actions gentle as though he was caressing a lover's face.
"Qiong'er, I'm back."
Wen Lei's tone was like a light drizzle, as he deeply closed his eyes before opening them again. Then, under the shocked gazes of countless people, he slowly bent his head down and gently kissed the ice-cold coffin.
Ten years of life and death, one kiss …