Neither master nor master spoke, simply gazing at each other in silence. After a long while, Bai Yao finally spoke, "Master... please comb Yao'er's hair..."
Xiao Yuhan thought for a moment, then smiled. He took out a wooden comb, walked behind the little girl, and slowly combed her long hair. The little girl had grown much taller and no longer looked like the obedient little girl who followed her master around.
Xiao Yuhan's movements were slow; he was no longer as clumsy as before.
"Master, Yao'er is at ease..."
"kindness."
"Master, Yao'er wants to tell you about what has happened in the past two years..."
"It will take a long time, please speak slowly."
"Master, is life always accompanied by suffering?"
"But it also brings joy. Also, you're only fourteen. Don't be so sentimental. You're still at a carefree age." Xiao Yuhan didn't stop what she was doing.
A smile appeared on Bai Yao's face. "Master, I want to go home..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuhan paused in her actions. For some reason, she felt a sudden pang of sadness in her heart. She then nodded softly and said, "Okay... Master will take you home."
"Master, shall we take Yao'er to Lingsu City to see the lanterns...?"
"good."
"I also want to see Sister Fengxi off on her final journey."
"Of course."
The master and master chatted casually, as if time had stood still, and a cool breeze blew through the courtyard. The girl felt incredibly calm. She liked this feeling, as if she no longer had to worry about what would happen next, because her master was standing behind her, and she had nothing to fear no matter what happened.
Xiao Yuhan gently styled her hair into a bun and put on a hairpin. At this moment, Bai Yao returned to the carefree girl she once was. Although she had fewer smiles on her face, she was still Xiao Yuhan's most innocent and naive little disciple.
A few days later, the master and apprentice, dressed in plain clothes, went to the city lord's mansion. Feng Xi's funeral was held together with those of the young people who had left the city together. After receiving the news, the Feng family rushed over. Feng Xi's body was brought back and was able to be buried. However, the young men and women who died outside Yangguan City were not buried.
According to the rules of the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall, the identity token represents everything. Once that cold identity token is buried, it means the soul is laid to rest and returns to its homeland.
Even worse, some people lost their identity tags. In such cases, a cenotaph could be erected first, and the identity tags could be found later and the person buried in the cenotaph. The city lord's mansion would then calculate the person's merits and leave them to his living relatives. Of course, in addition to these, the families of those who died in battle would receive compensation. But in reality, many of the soldiers who died outside the city no longer had any family.
During his time on the Great Wall of Demon Control, Xiao Yuhan encountered situations where people were without parents. As a brother who fought alongside him, he followed the last wishes of his fallen comrades and transferred their pensions to the living.
The restaurant and tavern owners are the debts they owe for alcohol, the girls in the brothels are the debts they owe for love, and the little beggars wandering the streets are the hope and future they give them.
But Feng Xi did not explain her final arrangements. Bai Yao knew that even if she died, she wanted to stay at the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall because she had aspired to be a heroine since childhood. The cold silver armor and the still gleaming silver spear were left to Bai Yao.
Today, Xiao Yuhan led Bai Yao to the mourning hall to pay their respects. After today, Feng Xi will be buried, and will remain in this place forever along with the young men and women who died with her.
Xiao Yuhan was deeply moved. They had gotten along so well before, but now it was all over. Although he wasn't as heartbroken as Bai Yao, he was still feeling terrible.
Today, the families of the deceased came to pay their last respects. Xiao Yuhan led Bai Yao to pay their respects, but as soon as they arrived, they found that people were arguing incessantly.
The old man from the Feng family, who had rushed over after receiving news of his granddaughter's death, was arguing with people from the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall Management Office. Xiao Yuhan only heard what they were arguing about when she arrived.
The gist of it is that the patriarch of the Feng family wanted to bury his granddaughter in the Heroes' Tomb in order to win her final glory, but the management office believed that she was only there for training and was not a formal demon slayer of the Demon-Slaying Great Wall, so she was not qualified to be buried in the Heroes' Tomb.
Xiao Yuhan had been here for nearly two years. He knew what the Heroes' Tomb was. Only those who had made great contributions or had outstanding achievements on the Great Wall of Demon Control could be buried there, to be praised by future generations, and their families would be honored as a result.
In fact, given the Feng family's status, Feng Xi is fully qualified. Although her qualifications and achievements are not yet sufficient, many of the Feng family's ancestors who died in battles for the human race have been enshrined in the Tomb of Heroes. Therefore, the Feng family patriarch's request is not excessive.
But the management office was just following the rules. After all, it wasn't just his daughter who died in battle. There were many other nameless heroes who died outside the Great Wall of Demon Control. Many of them didn't even leave their names, let alone any heroes' tombs.
Xiao Yuhan was about to say something to help, but unexpectedly, Bai Yao, the girl beside him, exuded a murderous aura that even he found somewhat terrifying. Bai Yao walked to the front of the mourning hall alone with her sword, took out her storage magic treasure, and then poured out countless demon heads, "Feng Xi, Song Wenzhong, Li Yu, Liu Wensong, Liu Wenqin..."
Xiao Yuhan watched as Bai Yao rattled off the names of everyone who had gone on the training trip with them. She felt a pang of emotion, knowing why Bai Yao was angry, so she remained silent.
Bai Yao immediately said, "We killed two Nascent Soul Realm minor demon kings, more than a hundred Golden Core Realm demon beasts, and countless lesser demons. They all died in battle. Why can't they be included in the Heroes' Tomb? Why?!"
The management staff were somewhat surprised because Bai Yao hadn't had time to report the group's achievements after returning. So, in their view, they were just a group of reckless kids who had gone out to train and ended up dying. Although they were somewhat shocked, they couldn't really say that their achievements were that great. "Little girl, these are still not enough."
Bai Yao was furious: "Don't call me a little girl! From the moment I stepped out of the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall and raised my sword to fight the enemy, I was no longer a little girl! We, like you, swore an oath at the administration office to fight for the cause of humanity and to fight the demon race to the death! We did no worse than you! I don't need any merit, but they should be treated as heroes!"
The management staff were somewhat moved, but still shook their heads.
Xiao Yuhan looked at Bai Yao, whose cultivation at the Nascent Soul Realm was on full display. Everyone was incredibly surprised. This was simply a prodigy. To reach the Nascent Soul Realm at the age of fourteen was enough to qualify her for an elder position even in the Heavenly Sword Sect.
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