June 12, morning.

Inside the Tongtian Temple in Xuanyi Valley, a solemn atmosphere reigned. In the main hall's mourning hall, white curtains hung low, candlelight flickered, and an atmosphere of sorrow filled the air.

Han Yichen was wearing plain clothes and a white headband. He stood in front of Xuantian's coffin with a solemn expression, holding paper money in his hand, burning it silently.

"Master, please forgive me for not being able to kneel down and pay homage to you as Xiao Chenchen is about to give birth. Please go with peace of mind. I will take care of the other masters and manage Xuanyi Valley well..."

In front of the coffin, smoke lingered, and Han Yichen's eyes revealed deep sorrow and grief. His movements were slow and solemn, and each piece of paper money seemed to carry his respect and remembrance for Xuantian.

Shan Youyi was also dressed in white, kneeling in front of the mourning hall and burning paper money.

Outside the main hall, the disciples of Tongtian Temple knelt in a row, tears streaming down their faces like beads from a broken string as they cried out the name of their master, Xuantian. Their mournful cries echoed through the valley, moving everyone. Their grief was palpable, as if they had lost a loved one.

Outside the temple, a large crowd of valley dwellers also gathered. They were dressed in plain clothes, with women wearing white flowers on their heads and men wearing white cloth around their waists. They came spontaneously to pay their respects to the Great Elder Xuantian.

The whole scene was mournful and solemn, revealing everyone's infinite respect and remembrance for the deceased.

"Achen, please accept my condolences!" Hua Qingcheng gently held Han Yichen's hand and comforted him softly.

Zuo Qinglong left at around 4:45 AM, but more than an hour had passed and Hua Qingcheng had not seen the real Xuantian return. She couldn't help but feel a little uncertain.

Therefore, at the moment, she could only try her best to comfort Han Yichen to reduce the pain this man suffered from the loss of his master.

Xuanming sighed slightly, "Little Chenchen, don't be sad. If your master saw you so sad, he would definitely feel distressed."

"That's right, Achen. Your master is open-minded and doesn't care about trivial matters. He loves you the most. You are a twin now, so you must take care of yourself. Keeping your virginity is also observing mourning." Xuan Yue looked at the haggard Han Yichen and said with heartache.

Xuan Qing, who was standing by, also advised earnestly, "Xiao Chenchen, Fourth Master knows that you have always respected Great Master, so you must take better care of yourself. Only then will your Great Master's spirit in heaven be at ease."

Seeing that Hua Qingcheng and several masters were worried about him, Han Yichen nodded with tears in his eyes: "Yes, I understand. Thank you, Second Master, Third Master, Fourth Master and Xiao Qingcheng."

Although Han Yichen's heart was still filled with grief, he knew that he could not let everyone worry too much.

He suppressed his sorrow and tried to calm himself down.

"I believe that Master will come back." He whispered, with a determined light in his eyes.

Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen, her heart filled with heartache.

She could feel the deep friendship between this man and "Xuantian" as a master and disciple, and also understood his inner torment at the moment.

Hua Qingcheng silently held Han Yichen's hand, giving him silent support.

Han Yichen felt the warmth from Hua Qingcheng's palm, nodded slightly, and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Amidst the heavy atmosphere, Han Yichen and the others were immersed in endless grief. The mourning hall was filled with silence, with only the faint candlelight flickering, as if silently mourning for the deceased.

Suddenly, a series of coughs shattered the silence, like a stone dropped into a tranquil lake, sending ripples across the surface. The sound, like a ghostly sigh, echoed in the air, eerily frightening everyone. Everyone in the mourning hall stared at the coffin in astonishment, their eyes filled with shock and confusion, as if they were witnessing an incredible miracle.

As everyone focused their attention, they saw Xuantian suddenly sit up from his coffin. His figure seemed unreal, as if he had returned from another world. Xuantian's coughs continued, each one hoarse and exhausted, like a worn-out bellows.

Immediately afterwards, Xuantian opened his eyes in confusion. He glanced at the solemn and dignified interior of the hall, as if he was a little puzzled by the surrounding environment.

Everyone was startled by this sudden scene, looking at Xuantian in disbelief as he sat up from his coffin. The originally quiet mourning hall was instantly replaced by a commotion.

"Master...Master?! Are you...are you back to see little Chenchen?" Han Yichen looked at Xuantian in astonishment, and the paper money in his hand quietly slipped to the ground, as if his soul had also left his body with Xuantian's "resurrection".

Upon seeing this, Xuanqing's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Oh no! Senior Brother has come back to life! Maybe he's been possessed by some evil spirit and turned into a zombie!" Her voice echoed in the mourning hall, as if warning everyone that danger was approaching.

Then, she looked at Xuan Yue beside her, and they nodded in tacit understanding. Then they quickly stepped forward and gave Xuan Tian, ​​who was sitting in the coffin, a good beating.

Xuanqing's fists rained down on Xuantian's old face. She beat him and cursed at the same time: "Where did this evil demon come from? How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, as if she was making the final judgment on the demon attached to Xuantian.

Xuan Yue also shouted with a sullen face: "I won't take the initiative to cause trouble, but I'm never afraid of trouble!" She used her hands and feet to beat and kick the "zombie".

Seeing this, Han Yichen hurriedly shouted anxiously, "Third Master, Fourth Master, please don't hit the First Master!"

Hearing Han Yichen's words, Xuanqing said seriously, "Xiao Chenchen, he is not your master, he is just a hateful zombie. You must not be soft-hearted. We must drive out the ghost that has attached itself to your master. Only then can your master peacefully ascend to heaven!"

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