Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1650 The Seventh Day
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soon.

Chen Hong lowered his eyes slightly and bowed: "Your Excellencies, the competition has ended, and Chen Hong will take his leave now."

This resignation is perfectly reasonable.

The small figure on stage who had drawn cheers from the crowd had already quietly left.

Today... is the seventh day of mourning for the victims of the Chen family's tragedy, the first seven days after their deaths!

Prince Xue Jiqing's fingertips, which had been resting on the armrest, moved away from the distorted space that had been pressing down on him.

The miniature black area instantly closed up, and the light returned to normal, with only a few tiny new cracks appearing on the hardwood.

His expression remained gentle: "Please accept my condolences. Tinggang, you should also go with me. On behalf of the King and the court, please convey our condolences."

Xiao Yicai's Taoist robe sleeves drooped, his aura becoming serene and tranquil. The scattered specks of crystalline dust on the table had vanished without a trace: "Let's go together."

These two simple words represent the stance and attitude of a top-tier sect.

Just as Chen Hong was about to turn around...

A figure that was originally as solid as a rock slowly rose up.

The Ghost King slightly lifted his gray-white eyelids, which reflected no light, only emptiness: "This time... I was able to severely injure that Youguang Armor, making it difficult for him to recover for several years."

He paused, then said, "My Wujian Palace... inherits the kindness of the Chen family."

A hammer is fixed.

There were no formalities, no embellishments.

The phrase "the kindness of the Cheng Chen family" instantly transformed today's near-humiliating defeat on the arena into a deeper and more subtle connection between two top powers.

The weight of that "gratitude" was something everyone present understood.

Chen Hong did not stop walking away, but his figure seemed to pause slightly for a moment, and his back straightened even more.

The Ghost King stood still, not looking at anyone who left.

……

The main gate of the Chen Mansion in Tiandou City was bathed in bright sunlight, yet it seemed as if the light was frozen by an invisible chill.

The heavy doors, originally made of black iron and sunken wood, are now wrapped with white silk.

The white silk hung heavily from both sides of the towering lintel, heavy with moisture like undried dew.

The bronze doors with animal-head rings on both sides were tightly closed, and each hung a huge white paper lantern covered with plain gauze. The paper surface emitted a blurry light, showing an ominous tranquility in the plain white.

Even the stone lions crouching in front of the steps had a thin layer of fresh grass carefully laid under their paws. The grass was so green it was almost blinding, the only unusual color in this vast expanse of white.

These were repaired over several days.

The side door was open, revealing a deep shadow inside. Faint smoke from burning incense and paper money wafted out, mixed with the smell of earth, chilling to the bone.

A horse-drawn carriage came to a stop on the bluestone road, the shafts rubbing against the ground with a faint but abrupt hiss.

The car door opened, and Chen Hong stepped out.

His figure appeared even more solitary and aloof amidst the stark white surroundings.

The hem of his blue sword robe was stained with a little dust from the road, and his gaze was fixed on the beast-head gate.

A person stood solemnly atop the stone steps.

Zhu Yanfeng.

Zhu Yanfeng, the newly appointed Grand Steward of Chenfu.

He stood to the side of the two tightly closed main doors, which were covered with mourning ribbons.

His black steward's brocade robe was impeccably laundered and meticulously washed, but the traces of his travel-worn appearance could not be completely concealed—deep dark circles under his eyes resembled ink marks, and the lines on his lips were slightly dry. What lay hidden even deeper was a silent, solemn grief.

Only his posture was upright like a pine tree and as steady as a rock.

With his hands tucked into his sleeves and folded in front of him, his head slightly lowered and his gaze reserved, he adopted the respectful posture befitting a host returning home.

"Master Hong." Zhu Yanfeng spoke directly when Chen Hong's gaze fell upon him.

This was the identity and demeanor of the Grand Steward—on the seventh day after the death of the family, a day of profound mourning, he was the face and the standard-bearer of this mansion. He had to stand here, solemnly beside the gate draped with white mourning banners, to welcome those who came to offer their condolences.

……

How was he able to reach Tiandou City so quickly?
Of course, it's by plane.

The Douluo Continent is vast and boundless, and ordinary carriages and horses cannot cross it.

Even the Wind-Scaled Horse, a top-tier land-based soul beast, takes more than ten days to travel ten thousand miles.

Flying spirit beasts, capable of soaring through the air, are an excellent choice for traversing vast distances.

Empires, major sects, and families all possess the ability to tame beasts.

Chenlin Village, in Chenjia Township, has a well-developed industrial system.

Ma Family Ranch: In charge of taming land-based spirit beasts.

Luo Family Fish Farm: In charge of catching and taming aquatic spirit beasts.

Cheng Family Bird Garden: In charge of the domestication, breeding, and use of flying spirit beasts.

Such domesticated large flying spirit beasts are valuable, especially those that combine long-distance travel, speed, and combat power (small or weak flying spirit beasts are not suitable for carrying people on long-distance, high-speed flights).

The Cheng Family Bird Garden is the core strength of the Chen Family in this field.

I remember four years ago at the Chen family auction, we sold a sixth-grade soul beast, a Golden Crown Eagle soul beast egg and a Ferghana Horse soul beast.

As the chief steward of the Chen family, Zhu Yanfeng could mobilize resources quickly.

He rode the fastest golden-crowned eagle in the Cheng family's bird park, traveling at the extreme speed of five thousand miles a day, day and night, crossing thousands of miles of mountains and passes in two days, returning from Chang'an City to Chen Mansion in Tiandou City.

At this moment, on the open stone platform in the small courtyard on the left wing,
A majestic, golden-crowned eagle lay prostrate on the ground.

It tilted its head wearily, its golden-brown eyes half-open and half-closed, its hooked beak slightly parted as it exhaled softly.

The hard granite ground beneath its feet was carved with several deep marks by its sharp, knife-like claws, with some stone chips still clinging to the tips of its claws.

Zhao Deyun's journey to his ancestral home in just a few days was also thanks to the golden-crowned eagle.

……

Chen Hong asked calmly and directly, "Who's here?"

Zhu Yanfeng, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, reported: "Reporting to Master Hong, the guests from the Seagod Island Embassy have already entered the hall. Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and his accompanying elders are waiting in the hall; representatives from the various families of Fighting Soul City have all arrived; the Ji family arrived earlier."

"The ceremony will start in the afternoon, and there aren't too many people attending."

He paused slightly, "Those who came in the same carriage as Her Majesty Jingxue, Her Majesty Yuegong Xuanqingya and Her Majesty Binggong Hanyiyu, are also in the hall, as are..."

Chen Hong subtly stepped onto the stone steps and walked towards the side door, interrupting Zhu Yanfeng: "Wait, Zuo Tinggang is representing the royal family, and Sect Master Xiao of the Nine Heavens Sect is also coming."

He didn't stop walking, and his pace of speech remained the same, only the tone was different: "Welcome carefully."

Zhu Yanfeng immediately agreed and followed half a step behind.

Passing through the side gate, the view of the front yard comes into view.

Long white curtains hung from the eaves to the ground, layer upon layer.

The figures walking through were all wrapped in plain mourning clothes, and the corridors on both sides were densely packed with paper replicas of carriages, pavilions, servants and maids made of gold and silver, the colors of which were garish and glaring.

The air was filled with the cloying smell of burning incense and candles, the acrid smell of burnt yellow paper money ashes, and a faint, strange aroma of new wood mixed with ink.

Chen Hong walked through the alley separated by white curtains, his gaze sweeping over the lowered faces: "Xiao Yi... went to the backyard?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied, "Yes, I went to see Xiaojun."

He carefully considered his words, "...and said he was going to change his clothes."

Yes.

Today is the seventh day after his death, a major memorial service.

Therefore, apart from Chen Hong himself, only Chen Xinyi, Yang Jingxue, and Pu Shuirou went to the arena.

Neither the academy nor the team members went.

(End of this chapter)