Chapter 139

Ling Yaozu's Fear

Huayan City, where the weather is sunny and bright all year round and it is like spring all year round, experienced a rare rainstorm today.

Of course, this is man-made.

Today is Yin Siwen's funeral, which is being personally hosted by Yin Bufan, the Nascent Soul Patriarch of the Biyue Sect. In his words, 'The scorching sun in the sky is really an eyesore! '

A rainy day for a funeral.

Yin Bufan personally performed the rain-making technique, and heavy rain drops as big as fists hit the ground, shattering the dust on the ground, but there was no trace of mud.

Most of the cultivators who received the invitation were elders of the Biyue Sect, as well as prominent figures from various major forces.

There are really not many people in the Nascent Soul stage. Most of the cultivators are only in the Golden Core stage. They really don't have the courage to resist the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage.

Before coming, they all gave themselves a psychological hint that I was very sad and in great pain, and expressed my deep sympathy and regret for Yin Siwen's death. Even though they were already overjoyed in their hearts, they could not show it on their faces.

Be patient, it will pass this day.

Yin Siwen's body was frozen by a special secret method, and for the time being there was no sign of death.

The coffin that contained him was also a specially made magical instrument. Wisps of icy air lingered around him, as if to prevent his body from melting.

Apart from the lifeless breath, one might think he was sleeping peacefully just by looking at his appearance. There was no sign that he had been dead for many days.

Yin Bufan's eyes were full of bloodshot. It was not easy for their Yinhuang clan to have children. Over the long years, their bloodline had long been reduced to a minimum. He didn't expect that even with the protection of a powerful Yuanying stage warrior like him, they could still be harmed.

How hateful! Those two little thieves!

He has already found their whereabouts. When I bury my son properly, it will be the day of your death!

"Buried!"

The sound of the suona was earth-shaking, and spread to the entire huge Huayan City with the fluctuations of spiritual power.

Some monks hiding in the dark raised the corners of their lips beneath their masks.

Either they themselves had been bullied and humiliated by Yin Siwen, or their relatives had their dantian destroyed by his subordinates, causing them to suffer depression ever since. Upon hearing the news of Yin Siwen's death, many of them wanted to come and see it in person.

See if this scourge is really dead?

"Well, Yin Siwen is dead, and Rou'er's soul can rest in peace in heaven!"

A tear flowed down the corner of his eye, completely hidden by the black mask.

Yin Bufan is a great being in the Nascent Soul stage. Even though he is still in grief, the power of his spiritual awareness is beyond the imagination of these little cultivators who are either refining Qi or building foundation.

It is said that after Yin Bufan came out of the secret realm, he killed many monks along the way and even massacred an entire village, just because he was unhappy about his son's death.

There were so many Jindan Zhenren present, most of whom were well-known and influential figures, and none of them dared to show any expression that might displease him. This showed how violent this man was, and they were all afraid that he might suddenly attack and kill someone at the funeral!

If you want to celebrate, you can wait until you return to your hometown, or go to a place far away from Huayan City. In short, you must not run into the people from the Biyue Sect, so it is better to be careful.

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Qingyang City.

Yin Bufan re-emerged from the secret realm and killed indiscriminately in rage, while Yin Siwen died in Huayan City. The two pieces of news flowed into Qingyang City one after another.

Even a remote town like Qingyang City got the news, so you can imagine how high-profile Yin Bufan is.

The Yan family was in great joy, especially the head of the Yan family and Yan Fengjie and his son. They were so happy that they wanted to get drunk. After all, Yan Xinna was kidnapped in public, which was a slap in their faces!

Now, someone has finally avenged them!

"I wonder who did it? Could it be that one of the Yuanying ancestors finally couldn't stand Yin Siwen's behavior and planned to enforce justice?"

"No matter who he is, I respect him as a man for daring to kill Yin Siwen under the protection of Yin Bufan!"

"Humph! When this man first came to my Qingyang City, he was so arrogant and domineering! What about now? Didn't he die early in the foundation-building stage? He didn't even live as long as I did!"

"Shh~ You can chat among yourselves, but don't tell anyone else. Especially don't forget to set up the soundproof barrier. His father, the ancestor, is still alive!"

"I know, I know. If you didn't tell me and I didn't tell him, how could he come all the way to a remote place like Qingyang City?"

Yan Le'er was also happy for a while, but for some reason, she suddenly became worried about her cousin.

"Why do I keep thinking about Qingyan recently? Could it be that Yin Siwen's death was caused by them two?"

Yan Le'er was frightened by her own guess. After all, Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen were already Golden Cores. If they wanted to kill Yin Siwen, who was in the Foundation Establishment stage, wouldn't it be more than enough? !

"I hope not, otherwise Qingyang City will be in danger."

Judging from Yin Swen's style, his father Yin Bufan is not much better.

If the disaster really comes to "affect the whole family" or even "affect the whole city", wouldn't their Qingyang City be in trouble?

Thinking of this, Yan Le'er hurriedly took out the communication jade talisman and sent a message to Yan Qingyan.

Ling family.

When the news of Yin Siwen's death came, the person who was most unhappy was Ling Yaozu.

When this man casually sent someone to cripple Ling Mochen, it was the most exciting moment in his life.

I had developed a very strong liking for Yin Siwen even before we met.

Even though this person later sent people to smash up his Ling family's house and beat him up as well, he did not bear a grudge against this person, but instead transferred all his resentment to Ling Mochen.

During the previous trip to Wanjiang City, he made a harsh statement, waiting for this Young Master Yin to destroy the abominable Ling Mochen once again as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly...

"Why did Young Master Yin die?" He was a direct disciple of a major sect!

"Shh! Don't talk too much about the affairs of the big sects. They have many eyes and ears. Be careful not to bring trouble upon yourself!" Ling Wan didn't have much impression of Yin Siwen, but from the news from the outside world, she learned that Yin Bufan, a great Yuanying master, was killing people indiscriminately like a demon. She was really scared.

After all, Ling Mochen had once severely offended Yin Siwen. If the Nascent Soul Patriarch knew about this, would he suddenly come and destroy the Ling family?

In the world of cultivating immortals, such things happen quite often!

"Humph! What are you afraid of? This is Qingyang City, which is more than 108,000 miles away from Huayan City."

Ling Yaozu slapped Ling Wan's hand away and said disdainfully: "Just wait, if the Biyue Sect Patriarch really can't find the culprit who killed Yin Shao, I'm afraid the first person he will attack is Ling Mochen!"

After all, the reason why Yin Shao had not yet advanced to the Golden Core stage and had to go to Huayan City at that critical time was probably because of that hateful guy Ling Mochen.

The hatred between these two people and Yin Siwen is indeed not small!

Thinking of the Cleansing Spirit Herb, Cleansing Spirit Pill, and possibly even the Nine-Transformation Spirit Nurturing Pill and the Purifying Spirit Flower, Ling Yaozu felt his teeth itching with hatred.

Damn it, why did he get all the treasures, why wasn’t I the one who got them? !

"Ling Yaozu, right? I swear today by the law of heaven that one day, I will kill you!"

Thinking of the oath to heaven sworn by Yan Qingyan, Ling Yaozu felt a chill.

He had just established his foundation, but those two had already reached the golden elixir stage.

As long as the oath is made, that woman will always think of him!

hurry up! Who will kill them quickly? ! Ancestor Yin Bufan, kill them quickly!

Otherwise, he would be the one who died immediately!