When Luo Jiujiang arrived, Chen's tombstone had already been erected.
This wasn't the Chen clan's ancestral tomb. When Han Qianling's talent first emerged, yet he insisted on joining the Luo clan, the Chen clan erupted in a furious uproar, employing both overt and covert coercion for nearly half a month. Ultimately, the Chen clan lost their right to be buried in the ancestral tomb as a result of these threats and intimidation.
Chen's burial site was rich in vegetation and water. While not exactly picturesque, the environment was pleasant enough. It was just that the tomb was deserted. Apart from Han Qianling himself, no one came to attend the funeral.
Han Qianling was carefully painting the stone tablet with gold paint. Luo Jiujiang took a glance and saw two concise and clear lines of text: "Tomb of Chen Shuhong - erected by Han Qianling".
Han Qianling retracted his wrist, drew the last stroke, placed the pen on the inkstone beside him, and turned to look at Luo Jiujiang: "Didn't you go to Mr. Luo to practice? Why are you here?"
"Someone informed me." Luo Jiujiang didn't know what to say, so he just whispered, "Qianling..."
No mourning tents were erected, no funeral banquets were held. From the coffin to the burial, Han Qianling kept everything simple—but even with such simplicity, a single morning seemed too fast.
Unless Chen's health continues to deteriorate, Han Qianling is prepared for this.
As Han Qianling's friend, he was completely unaware of Chen's situation.
Han Qianling nodded, indicating he'd heard. His men methodically arranged the offerings, picked up three incense sticks from a nearby incense box, and lit them as an offering. Then, as usual, he burned the folded paper ingots.
Seeing this, Luo Jiujiang also reached out to take the incense sticks and wanted to offer sacrifices, but Han Qianling held his hand down and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Light a stick of incense for my aunt."
These words were like a stone dropped into the middle of a lake, finally stirring a ripple in Han Qianling's calm face. He frowned slightly, "Don't bow, you don't have to."
Luo Jiujiang grabbed Han Qianling's wrist with his backhand: "Qianling, I'm sorry for your loss."
Han Qianling's expression remained calm. "Time, once lost, cannot be reversed. Life, once dead, cannot be revived. Feelings, once uncontrollable. These three things are inherently beyond human control and cannot be forced. Just let nature take its course. I have no reason to grieve."
He patted the paper ash on his hands and stood up: "Let's go."
His expression was as indifferent as usual, and indeed he did not show any sadness at all.
This reaction was beyond Luo Jiujiang's expectations, but after a moment of thought, he felt that Han Qianling's current attitude was reasonable.
Growing up with Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang was well aware of most of his friend's unusual traits. For example, he found it easy to eat seven raw snowflakes, or how he could identify a technique the moment it was mentioned, even though he hadn't read any relevant information. For example, he could break the "Returning Wind Bagua Step" technique Luo Cang had taught him...
There were so many things like this, and Han Qianling had never deliberately concealed anything from Luo Jiujiang.
Just as he now did not hide his cold attitude towards his deceased mother.
Luo Jiujiang knew how Chen treated Han Qianling, but he also knew where Han Qianling's spirit stones had been spent. Before today, he had always believed that although Han Qianling did not say it, he still had a deep attachment to his mother's love.
To be honest, he often felt sorry for Han Qianling before.
"Qianling." Luo Jiujiang walked to Han Qianling's side, shoulder to shoulder with him as they slowly walked towards the Luo clan's land. "She... I know Madam Chen treated you very badly in the past..."
Han Qianling laughed out loud and waved his hand casually: "Ever since I was old enough to understand, I knew she couldn't even take care of herself, so naturally I never expected her to take care of me. Whether she's good or not is secondary."
When he said this, his voice was neither light nor heavy, his tone was neither slow nor hurried, his face showed neither sadness nor joy. Even when he mentioned Chen who had just passed away, there was no obvious fluctuation in his emotions.
"Then when did you start to understand things?"
"From birth." Han Qianling said calmly.
Luo Jiujiang: "..." He really didn't expect Han Qianling to joke at this time.
Luo Jiujiang had previously suspected the depth of Han Qianling's feelings for his mother. He had only met Chen a few times, and Han Qianling had intentionally kept him from interacting with her. But based on those few visits, it wasn't surprising that Luo Jiujiang believed Han Qianling had no feelings for Chen at all.
At that time, Chen had not yet lost her ability to move. As soon as the two entered the room, she rushed over and grabbed Han Qianling's neck. He saw how familiar Han Qianling was with this, even used to it, and pushed Chen away with a bit of weariness. He dodged Chen's slaps time and time again, and simply ignored the other party's filthy insults. He calmly asked Luo Jiujiang, "What kind of tea would you like?"
Luo Jiujiang didn't dare to think about what kind of life Han Qianling lived in the past when he had no cultivation.
As they passed by the Chen clan's land, Luo Jiujiang suddenly remembered something: "Do you want me to help sort out Madam Chen's belongings?"
"Once you do it for her, it's hers. Just lock it in the house." Han Qianling casually glanced in the direction of Chen's previous residence and didn't care much about the matter.
Many of Chen's belongings were tainted with her malicious thoughts. This invisible aura was difficult for lower-level cultivators to detect, yet easily affected. If it were to be released, it would be harmful to others.
Han Qianling doesn't have much affection for people in the world, but even if he has the chance, he has no intention of harming them.
Luo Jiujiang nodded and reminded: "Your clansmen may not be unwilling to have any thoughts about Madam Chen's relics." It's not that he looks down on people, but everything the Chen family has done over the years is really useless.
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