Hmm...
In the Lihuo Sect, white sails were fluttering and mournful music was resounding throughout the sky.
A sense of sadness permeated the mountain.
The disciples of the Lihuo Sect all had white cloth tied around their heads, wore white clothes, and had red eyes.
All those who attended the funeral ceremony had solemn expressions.
But, Chen Yu is not.
Chen Yu used his little finger to pick his ear, his face full of impatience.
"This funeral music is so unpleasant to listen to."
Everyone from the Lihuo Sect glared at him, but Chen Yu didn't care at all and even flicked a piece of earwax.
The veins on Feng Wuya's forehead were throbbing and he was almost going berserk.
Just thinking that Chen Yu might have a conspiracy, Feng Wuya snorted coldly and said no more.
After Mingtian played the music, Feng Wuya continued to preside over the ceremony.
"Now, read the funeral list!"
After the music is played, the name of the deceased will be read out for people to mourn.
A special etiquette officer walked up to Feng Wuya holding a scroll of scriptures.
The scroll was opened and the ceremonial officer began to read out the name of each deceased person.
Everyone looked unhappy.
There are many connections between the major sects of the immortal way.
Even if they have never met each other, some of them have heard of each other's names.
But who would have thought that some former friends, teachers, objects of admiration, etc. would turn into cold names.
"Alas, I once met Senior Yun Zhongzi. He was truly an immortal. But I didn't expect... What a pity, what a pity..."
Some people sighed repeatedly.
"Fairy Zhao Shan, what a wonderful person! In the past, I spent so much effort to make her smile, but I never thought that we would be separated by the Yin and Yang now."
There are some young cultivators, their eyes filled with sorrow.
"I once drank and chatted happily with Brother Liu De, but now there is no such opportunity anymore. The path to immortality is long and elusive, and I am the only one left..."
. . . . . .
As the names were announced one by one, people kept sighing.
Chen Yu folded his hands and listened to these names.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately pissed off the others.
"Huh? I've heard of this name before. Back in Kuwana Castle, he howled that he was the only one who was invincible, and then he was hacked to death by Yin Zhao."
"Hey, I know this girl. She was so arrogant that she even asked me to die. Then she was shot and turned into a hedgehog when she was a hundred meters away from me."
"Who is this? I have some impression of him from the name. Oh, now I remember. He was trying to escape during the battle, but Ge Baifa's sword pierced his chest directly."
Chen Yu's explanation with a smile made the etiquette officer almost unable to continue.
Everyone looked at Chen Yu, almost going crazy with anger.
Especially those who were previously immersed in sadness, they could hardly hold it back at this moment.
Finally, the etiquette officer finished his explanation, and Feng Wuya glared at Chen Yu, with a terrifying aura rising from him.
"Chen Yu, how dare you insult the Lihuo Sect's Heroic Spirit like this? You must give me an explanation today!"
As soon as Feng Wuya opened his mouth, many forces around him echoed him.
"That's right! I must give an explanation!"
"Chen Yu, you're a great scholar, but how could you be so unsympathetic? The dead are gone, and you're still making fun of them?"
"That is, do you know how many people felt sad for them after they died?"
"Each of these people is a legend. How can you have the heart to destroy these legends!!!"
Everyone angrily criticized Chen Yu.
Chen Yu's smile gradually disappeared.
A hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.
Looking at the indignant people around him, Chen Yu suddenly roared.
“That’s enough!”
With one sound, all the sounds disappeared.
"Are you done? Now it's my turn to speak."
Chen Yu looked at everyone and said coldly, "Excuse me, you bastards, how many Qin soldiers and civilians have died at the hands of the Immortal Sect?"
“And how many people feel sad for them?”
With just one sentence, everyone was stunned.
The soldiers and civilians who died at the hands of the immortal sect?
How do you even calculate that number? It's like a weed.
After cutting the weeds, do we still need to count how many weeds there are?
The only thing that is certain is that the number must be huge. Millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions!
"Oh, it seems you can't figure it out."
Seeing everyone's reaction, Chen Yu smiled.
There was a hint of anger and sadness in that smile.
"Yeah, of course you can't figure it out. Because you don't care about their lives at all!"
"But they are also living, flesh-and-blood people!"
"They have wives waiting for their husbands to come home for dinner, children waiting for their fathers to come back and play with them, and parents waiting for their children to talk to them!"
"You cultivators know nothing about separations and death, teacher-student relationships, or friendships. Stop disgusting me, okay?"
"Your affection is nothing more than an exchange of interests, nothing more than lust for beauty. How can it be compared to the affection of ordinary people? Get lost."
Chen Yu was furious and started cursing.
Everyone's faces turned pale, and they were stunned by Chen Yu's scolding.
Someone's face flushed red as he asked, "How can ordinary people compare with us immortals?"
"Immortal Path?"
Chen Yu smiled coldly, "Fuck your immortal way!"
"What legend? I tell you, ordinary people are the greatest legends in the world!"
"Each of them deserves to be remembered. Each of their experiences is a book, and each of them is writing his or her own legend."
"What's so great about your immortal path? An extra eye or an extra mouth?"
"What makes you superior? Without the support of mortals, you fucking eat shit? Why do you think you're so high and mighty?"
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