Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 453: They Are All Waiting for You, Lord

The old man in white robes furrowed his brow slightly and indifferently said, "This won't do, he must be buried in the Void Immortal Sword Sect."

A hint of confusion appeared in the eyes of Xia Ji and the others.

Why?

Fang Chen was confused too. What do they want with my corpse?

The old man explained, "The sword embryo he obtained is very special. Since he was the one who nurtured the flying sword, it will not change owners easily even after his death. Not even our sect leader can refine it. Now that he's dead, burying him in the Void Immortal Sword Sect can allow our disciples to pay respects from time to time, this may lead the flying sword to recognize and acknowledge a new master."

Fang Chen's expression turned odd. "Let the disciples of the Void Immortal Sword Sect pay respects to me?"

"No wonder that flying sword disappeared...."

The female sword cultivator suddenly realized as her expression turned complex. She had never heard of these things before, showing that the sword cultivators also had many customs and traditions.

"Little Chen absolutely won't die. That guy's scheme is going to fail. He even wants me to acknowledge another person as my master? Delusional! I will only acknowledge Little Chen!"

"Yes, he’s delusional! Haha!"

Inside the jade coffin, Little Sword and Mirror of the Universe communicated quietly.

Xia Ji had a strange look as he thought, So, that's what this is all about....

The female sword cultivator looked at Fairy Yu. "Junior Sister, why not bury Fang Chen at our Extreme Sword Peak? You can visit him regularly."

Fairy Yu shook her head resolutely. "No, we will bury him where he wants. Elder Huang, he won’t be joining you."

"What are you doing?" Elder Huang furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly about to scold her. However, he recalled something and swallowed the words down his throat. He fell silent for a few moments, then sighed and said, "Is there no room for negotiation?"

Fairy Yu shook her head. "No."

"In that case, if he's to be recorded, you must tell me where he will be buried so that our disciples can visit and pay respects to him," Elder Huang sighed softly.

Fairy Yu looked hesitant. "This...."

Xia Ji suddenly spoke up. "Fairy Yu, this might not be a bad thing for Fang Da and for Grand Xia."

Fairy Yu could only nod in agreement after hearing that. She asked, "Elder Huang, is there really no way to revive the lord? Our cultivations have increased considerably after what happened, and it was largely due to him. Shouldn’t he have more merit?"

Elder Huang gazed at the jade coffin and Fang Chen, who was a bag of skin and bones inside, for a moment before shaking his head gently, "To gain merits, one must be alive. Even if your soul remains intact after death, you cannot receive the merits bestowed by Heaven. Ghostly beings can only acquire Yin merits."

Fang Chen pondered. "According to what he's saying, I should be able to gain merits. I am not a ghost right now; my divine soul is still intact..."

The words of Elder Huang revealed a crucial piece of information that was extremely useful to Fang Chen. It was no wonder he suddenly saw a bunch of white qi descend from the sky and into his corpse a few days ago. However, no matter how much he checked, he couldn’t find anything, as if everything that happened was just an illusion. Thinking back, that white qi should have been his merit. Whether these merits would help him revive from death was still unknown.

Fairy Yu frowned. “The lord won't die so easily.”

The white-robed elder chuckled lightly. “He has exhausted his lifespan, if he still doesn't die, he will become a First Rate Sect Leader in the future. But how high is this possibility? I believe you know in your heart.”

Seeing Fairy Yu’s expression becoming uglier by the moment, the female sword cultivator quickly changed the subject. “Elder Huang, how do you view the matter with the Spirit Blood Sect?”

The white-robed elder smiled lightly. “Me? What view can I have? Our peak master already knows about this matter, and a few days ago, he took two to three hundred people to find the Spirit Blood Sect. It’s estimated that the Spirit Blood Sect will need to lose a dozen or so middle-three realm experts to settle this matter. If it weren't for you guys, I would have gone with them too. I've been itching for a good fight for a long time, and was just worried that there wouldn't be anyone for me to spar with.”

Pausing for a moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, “The Spirit Blood Sect's actions have broken their own rules. Not only will our Void Immortal Sword Sect take action, but other sects won't be idle either. I estimate that for a long time, they won't dare to stir up trouble again. As for your fear of that Nascent Soul Realm cultivator coming back for revenge, you don't need to worry too much, I'll leave behind ten of my sword intents. If he comes, just stay put. But I can say with certainty that he won't come. Right now, he's probably being scolded by the upper echelons of the Spirit Blood Sect.”

“So domineering!”

Fang Chen and Xia Ji exclaimed simultaneously.

Thinking about how Spirit Blood Sect would lose more than ten middle three realm cultivators, both of them felt pleased.

The middle three realms. That was the Enlightenment Realm! The Nascent Soul Realm was merely in the lower four realms!

Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. "Grand Xia should be safe with these seniors leaving behind their sword intents."

His current situation was quite unique as he was unsure when his physical body could revive, but at least those ten sword intents could protect Great Xia from harm when he couldn't act.

Three World Mountain.

That place was called Three World Mountain by Grand Xia, Qingsong, and other empires because there were three mountain ranges spanning thousands of miles, resembling three natural boundary lines, forming a triangular-shaped primitive forest.

In a certain area of Three World Mountain, the soil was deep in color, somewhat brown and a little red. Looking down from above, it appeared as if a piece of robe had been stained with mottled bloodstains.

Xia Ji stood in a crimson area and said softly, "Let's bury him here, shall we? Fang Da once fought fiercely here for over a month."

Zhang Xiaoke touched the soil on the ground and muttered to herself, "I was responsible for relaying messages at that time and came here a few times too. Luckily, I didn't stay behind with them."

Fairy Yu gazed silently at the jade coffin.

This was Fang Qingyao's first time coming to Three World Mountain, and when she saw the scene here, she finally understood how intense the battles back then were.

The female sword cultivator spoke softly, "Junior Sister, let's lay him to rest here first. With this jade coffin, his physical body won't rot anyway."

Fairy Yu nodded gently and then bent down to start digging. Seeing that, the female sword cultivator was about to use her sword, but Xia Ji and others also rolled up their sleeves to dig.

"Senior sister, you don't have to use your sword. Many of our brothers and sisters are buried here. Although they are dead, their souls may still be around. Using a sword might disturb them," Fairy Yu said without looking back.

The female sword cultivator dispelled her thoughts. A complex expression rose on her face as she grew curious about the relationships and experiences of those people.

While digging the grave, they uncovered several skeletons. They carefully arranged them and buried them along with the jade coffin, as if the skeletons were still guarding Fang Chen even after their death.

After burying Fang Chen and when they were filling up the grave, everyone suddenly felt a violent gloomy wind sweeping through the mountain forest. The trees in the forest bent down under the strong wind, like tens of thousands of soldiers saluting.

The elder in a white robe had a strange expression. "The Yin Qi is so heavy here. I'm afraid the soldiers who died here haven't gone through reincarnation...."

Xia Ji and the others who saw that scene laughed happily.

Fairy Yu wiped her eyes and whispered softly, “My Lord, they’re all waiting for you.."

Fang Chen stood at his grave, not sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see tens of thousands of figures appearing in the forest, bowing and saluting to him in a military gesture.

A joyful smile appeared on his face, and he bowed back in return.

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