The Changming Hall was adorned with white silk, and incense and candles were readily available. Amidst the flying paper money, a sense of desolation permeated the entire Demon Sect.
The funeral was a grand affair, presided over personally by the six elders. If Yin Ming were still awake, he would definitely have complained—
The villain in the original story probably never imagined that the attention he desired from the sect would finally be granted after his death.
The disciples of the Demonic Sect lined up outside the Changming Hall to pray for his departure. They were not familiar with Yin Ming and had no connection with him at all. They were only forced to come here to go through this process due to the orders of their elders.
The vast majority of disciples wore indifferent expressions, while a few who had been bullied by the villains in the original work showed a hint of glee in their eyes.
Therefore, among this group of people, the disciple with an anxious face stood out as a distinct oddity.
The elder glanced at him casually, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar, but then had no further thoughts.
Unexpectedly, the disciple's expression seemed to relax for a moment when he met the Grand Elder's gaze. He quickly bypassed the crowd, ran to the Grand Elder, bowed, and said:
"Greetings, Elder. My name is Lin Ya. I saw you in Senior Brother Yin's room the other day."
The Grand Elder nodded casually. "What is it?"
"This disciple would like to ask how the young master is doing now..." As if afraid that the elder would misunderstand, Lin Ya immediately explained, "This disciple did not want to inquire about the young master's situation. It's just that Senior Brother Yin gave me three sheets of Xuan paper that day and asked me to pass them on to the young master."
"Unexpectedly, the young master suddenly fainted, so this disciple never had the chance to pass it on..."
The elder's eyes narrowed. "Give it to me."
The elder's tone left no room for doubt. Lin Ya was taken aback at first, then gritted his teeth.
Since he couldn't see the young master anyway, it was fine to hand it over to the Grand Elder to pass on. So he respectfully replied "Yes" and presented the three sheets of Xuan paper with both hands.
***
The most magnificent building in the Demon Sect is the Holy Spirit Palace, where the sect leader resides. Ling Yao was originally supposed to live in the Jade Amber Palace next to the Holy Spirit Palace, but since he was about to take over as sect leader, the Grand Elder arranged for him to move into the Holy Spirit Palace in advance, so as to save him from having to move again later.
What few people know is that the young master has been in a coma ever since he met Yin Ming after the Nirvana ended that day.
It seems that Yin Ming's death was too much of a blow to him, because after the young master fell into a coma, he deliberately shut down his five senses and refused to wake up.
It's easy to imagine how special Yin Ming's position was in the young master's heart. However, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and Ling Geng was helpless in this situation.
Now that he has unexpectedly obtained these three sheets of Xuan paper, perhaps he can use this final letter from Yin Ming to awaken the young master's mind.
Ling Geng walked past the disciples practicing swordsmanship in front of the hall and pushed open the hall door of the Holy Spirit Palace.
Even though the people in the hall were fast asleep, he still respectfully called out, "Young Master."
***
On the other side, the Changming Hall.
The remaining five elders guarded the mourning hall, waiting for the last batch of disciples to finish their prayers before they could take Yin Ming's body out for cremation.
The disciples were orderly offering incense when a sudden change occurred.
A chilling pressure appeared above the Demon Sect, and then a figure appeared out of thin air in the mourning hall in an instant.
The figure was tall and graceful, completely shrouded in black, with only a pair of captivatingly beautiful eyes visible, which coldly swept over the surrounding crowd without any emotion.
The five elders were all extremely shocked. They knew that their Demonic Sect had a protective formation, yet this woman could come and go freely without breaking a sweat. Such cultivation was truly astonishing.
Within the sect, perhaps only the Grand Elder, with the highest cultivation level, could rival him.
When did such a powerful cultivator appear on the Divine Demon Continent, and how could they be completely unaware of it?!
What's even more frightening is how the Demonic Sect provoked her? And what brings her here today?
Now that the Grand Elder is not here, if she really wants to make a move, I'm afraid that everyone present combined would not be her match!
For a time, people were filled with fear and unease, and everyone felt insecure.
Without uttering a single word, the woman raised her delicate finger and lightly touched the space between her eyebrows, and a green light rippled out from between her brows.
When the green light shone on them, everyone present was horrified to discover that they could not move!
Fortunately, the woman had no intention of harming anyone. She simply waved her hand, setting off a sea of fire that burned the coffin placed in the mourning hall to ashes.
With a casual flick of her wrist, the woman scattered ashes throughout the room. By the time everyone's vision cleared, the woman had vanished without a trace, leaving only a mess behind.
When Lingyao stumbled and staggered over, this was the scene that greeted him.
Upon learning that Yin Ming had been reduced to ashes, he opened his thin lips, but it was as if he had lost his voice and could not utter a sound.
After a long while, he knelt down, picked up the embers, and cried hysterically, murmuring a sentence only he could hear, "I'm sorry, I'm too late..."
The person who deserves to die the most is the one who set fire to the body!
Lingyao suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze like a knife slowly slicing through the body, viciously piercing the person he had glanced at.
"Who did this?!"
The immobilization spell cast on everyone inexplicably dissipated at this moment, but faced with the young master's questioning, they could not give a single reasonable answer. They could only kneel down on the ground, trembling with fear, and say, "Young master, please calm your anger!"
Upon hearing that an unknown person had broken into the mourning hall and done all this, Lingyao's eyes turned bloodshot in an instant. He suddenly unleashed a nearly solidified resentment that enveloped him and lifted him into the air.
The Grand Elder, who arrived later, witnessed the transformation of the figure within the black vortex and stood there stunned in astonishment.
Everyone stared at the scene before them, too afraid to utter a sound.
After a long while, Lingyao's advancement was finally completed.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his robes fluttering without wind, and an even stronger sense of oppression spread like ripples, enveloping everyone's hearts.
"I will settle accounts with you later for holding the funeral without authorization."
His peerless face was now covered in frost. "Get yourselves out there and investigate! I need to know who it is!"
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