When Wei Wenru returned to the Tianji Sect, everything had been arranged. Several elders who were in seclusion, refining pills, or cultivating elsewhere rushed back to the sect to oversee the event.
The sect leader, the Grand Elder, and Nian Wanzhou are all currently on the jade bed in the forbidden area, with the latter still unconscious.
The sect leader's gray eyes could no longer return to their original state, and his injuries were gradually repaired under the nourishing care of the jade bed and the warming pills given by Nian Wanzhou.
The same applies to the Grand Elder.
He wasn't that badly injured, but his cultivation level suppressed his condition, and it would probably take him a long time to recover.
Wei Wenru went to the forbidden area while everyone watched her go.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, she felt as if she had been transported to another world. The pain of losing her junior brother seemed to surge back into her mind, making her eyes well up with tears.
"Wenru...you're back. How are things going outside?" The sect leader asked, opening his cloudy eyes as he saw her return.
Wei Wenru stepped forward and knelt beside the jade bed, resting her head gently on the Grand Elder's hand. "Sect Master, rest assured, everything has been arranged. We are just waiting for... Third Junior Brother's funeral."
The sect leader sighed softly and said, "Alright, thank you for your hard work, Wenru."
The elder reached out and stroked her soft hair: "Your father is fine. Go see the little girl. She's been restless ever since she came back. She's woken up several times crying, it's so pitiful. Oh, and she's been looking for you several times too."
It must have been tough for her, witnessing the third child right before her eyes... She felt terrible and kept blaming herself.
Wei Wenru nodded gently, got up and walked deeper into the forbidden area. Each step felt as if she were walking on empty air, incredibly heavy.
She approached the deepest part of the forbidden area, where a small white dragon, almost transparent in color, was curled up on a jade bed. Its thin body trembled, clearly crying even while unconscious.
"Third Senior Brother..."
"No, Mommy, I'm scared..."
Wei Wenru's heart clenched instantly. She quickly ran forward and hugged the little white dragon's curled-up body.
It was huge and very cold; she couldn't hold it all.
Little Dragon's face was streaked with tears, his big eyes were swollen like walnuts, his mouth was slightly pursed, and snot kept flowing down his nose. He looked extremely pitiful.
Wei Wenru gently patted her little back, her voice hoarse: "Wanwan, be good, we're not afraid, don't cry!"
Nian Wanzhou sobbed in a daze, "Mommy, I killed Third Brother, sob sob, I feel so bad, my head hurts so much... I'm a bad guy, Mommy."
Wei Wenru was taken aback. Even in her dream, Nian Wanzhou was still blaming herself?
She gently kissed away the tears on Wanzhou's face last year: "Silly child, what happened to Third Senior Brother has nothing to do with you. You have done your best. Don't be too scared... Mommy is here. Wanwan is a good child. None of this is your fault. Don't blame yourself."
Wei Wenru's comforting words worked; Nian Wanzhou indeed stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep.
His injuries were gradually healed under the gentle care of the jade bed.
Holding the little white dragon in her arms, she was also filled with immense grief. She had promised Song Yan that she would protect Nian Wanzhou, but now...
Not only was Nian Wanzhou seriously injured and fell into a coma, but her third junior brother also lost his life.
As the top talent of the new generation and the senior disciple of the Tianji Sect, she was arrogant and complacent, yet she failed to protect her junior brothers and sisters. She understood that she was still too weak, too weak to protect those she wanted to protect.
"Wen Ru".
Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar male voice reached my ears.
Wei Wenru froze, looked up and saw Song Yan, who was wearing new sect attire.
His dark eyes were as bright as stars, and his handsome and upright figure stood straight and tall in the sunlight, like a god.
His face was as pale as paper, and a faint sadness was hidden between his brows.
"You're finally back." Song Yan smiled faintly, took a few steps closer, stood in front of Wei Wenru, and hugged her. "Wanwan, is she alright?"
Wei Wenru hugged him back, unable to hold back her grief any longer, tears streaming down her face. She choked out, "You were badly injured, but you've started to recover after being comforted. Third Junior Brother... have you made any arrangements?"
"Let's deal with this while Wanwan is still unconscious. If she wakes up, she might not be able to handle it."
Song Yan patted her on the back: "I have already notified Third Junior Brother's family in the mortal realm and prepared two funerals, one for our sect and one for the imperial family in the mortal realm."
"Are you really not going to wait until Wanwan wakes up?" he asked uncertainly, wondering if that...wouldn't be a good idea.
Given the current situation, Wei Wenru could only stabilize the situation for now and wait until everything was settled before gradually getting Nian Wanzhou to accept it. Before that, she still needed to bury Zhao Zhishan.
"We don't know how long Wanwan will remain unconscious. We can't force her to wake up now, and we can't delay our third junior brother's situation either. His spirit tablet is already shattered, and he has lost his soul and golden core. Dragging it out will only cause his body to decay and cause everyone distress."
I will explain things to Wanwan myself.
After Wei Wenru finished speaking, she stood up and said firmly.
Song Yan understood her actions and stood behind her to support her. Then the two of them left the forbidden area one after the other.
A day later, Zhao Zhishan's funeral was held as scheduled.
The entire sect was solemn, and everyone from the Guixu Sect participated, their expressions exceptionally grave.
Zhao Zhishan's body was placed on a crystal coffin, surrounded by spiritual flowers, elixirs, and other items, as well as flowers and plants planted by Long Nianwanzhou, making Zhao Zhishan appear very peaceful.
Wei Wenru stood to the side, silently looking at the remains of Zhao Zhishan in the coffin, her eyes filled with intense sorrow.
She recorded everything about the ceremony on the photo stone, waiting for Nian Wanzhou to wake up so she could explain it to her properly and help her fill the sadness of missing the ceremony.
After the ceremony, Zhao Zhishan's coffin was transported back to the royal palace.
He was born here, and he should return here after his death.
At the same time, the Tianji Sect compensated the royal family with a lot of things and promised that the Tianji Sect would definitely protect the royal family of Zhao if they were in trouble in the future.
Once everything was in place, the Heavenly Mystery Sect returned to peace.
All the disciples entered a new round of cultivation, along with the disciples of the Guixu Sect.
Everyone is waiting for news of the opening of the secret realm, as well as the selection of those qualified to enter. The sect leaders are seriously injured, so it will probably be a long time before they receive this news.
I don't know if we can finalize it before the secret realm opens.
Currently, those qualified to enter are the top fifty in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages, totaling over one hundred people.
However, due to the rampant black fog this year, countless people have died or been injured, and only half of those who are qualified to participate remain. Therefore, it is necessary to reselect those who can enter the secret realm.
As for the previous candidates, those who are eligible will naturally not have their opportunities revoked.
At this point, everything is uncertain, and we can only wait patiently.
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