Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 104 Uninvited Guests at the Funeral

Three days later.

Tiandou Royal Soul Master Academy, forest mimicry training ground.

Tang San, who was practicing Xuan Tian Gong, was interrupted by Tai Long who came hurriedly and told him the news from Yue Xuan at a very fast speed.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened. Your aunt couldn't survive her serious illness and has passed away!"

After hearing this, Tang San did not show the shocked expression that Taillon had imagined. Instead, he looked dazed for a moment before returning to normal.

Seeing this, Tyrone felt a chill in his heart.

Although he suspected that his grandfather's disappearance was related to Tang Yuehua, he even felt relieved when he heard the news.

However, Tang San is different. Tang Yuehua is his biological aunt and they are related by blood.

Moreover, Tang Yuehua was so good to Tang San, but after he heard the news, his expression reacted so indifferently.

"Young Master is so cold-hearted. Does our Li clan really have a bright future if we follow him?"

"Grandpa, where have you been? The Li family cannot live without you, the pillar of the family."

Tai Long thought so in his heart and lowered his head to avoid Tang San seeing his melancholy expression.

Tang San, who got up from the ground, did not notice anything unusual about Tai Long, because he had never looked directly at this follower who was always available at his beck and call.

Ever since Tang San experienced that inexplicable grief over a month ago, he has become extremely indifferent to matters of the heart.

Perhaps this is Tang San's nature. A cold-blooded killer who was raised by the Tang Sect since childhood should not have any extra emotions.

Those abundant emotions before seemed to be given by this body itself. After the death of this body's parents Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Empress, the abundant emotions in his heart also dissipated.

Therefore, when Tang San learned the news of Tang Yuehua's death, the first thing that came to his mind was not sadness, but to accept the inheritance left by his aunt as soon as possible.

“Although most of my aunt’s funds were used to support the Haotian Sect, she must have accumulated a lot of savings over the years.”

"Also, Yuexuan's building is located on the most prosperous street in the center of Tiandou City. If we sell it, we will definitely make a lot of money."

……

Day two.

A grand funeral was held in a cemetery on the outskirts of Tiandou City.

Tang Yuehua was a top figure in the Tiandou aristocracy during his lifetime. Not only was the funeral grand, but all the nobles in Tiandou City were present.

Even Emperor Xue Ye made a symbolic appearance at the beginning of the funeral to show the royal family's attention and concern for the funeral.

Soon, the flower-laying ceremony began.

In the beautiful cemetery, the nobles present were dressed in solemn black suits and lined up in an orderly manner, presenting a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in their hands one by one and piling them around the coffin.

The order of the queue is based on the status of the people.

The four people in the front are Prince Xue Xing, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, Fourth Prince Xue Beng, and Princess Xue Ke of the royal family.

Following closely behind were the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master Ning Fengzhi and Junior Sect Master Ning Rongrong.

Ning Fengzhi walked to the coffin and put down a bunch of white chrysanthemums, then came to Tang San who was standing beside him, and comforted him softly like an elder:

"Master Tang, please accept my condolences."

"The Tang Sect cannot do without you as its leader, so please don't hurt yourself."

After hearing this, Tang San didn't say anything, but just nodded expressionlessly to indicate that he had heard these words.

Seeing Tang San's appearance, Ning Fengzhi blinked with a trace of confusion in his eyes, thinking:

"Strange, how come Tang San has changed so much emotionally after not seeing him for over a month!"

"Also, Tang Yuehua has been seriously ill for so many days, and there is no news from the Haotian Sect."

"Even during this funeral, Uncle Jian did not find any traces of the Tang Xiao and Tang Hao brothers." "What on earth happened? No, I have to send someone to investigate immediately."

At this time, Ning Rongrong placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the coffin and walked to her father's side.

Then, Ning Fengzhi smiled politely at Tang San and took his daughter back to the funeral seat to watch the ceremony.

After that, it was the turn of the three hereditary dukes of the empire to come forward and present flowers.

In such occasions, when people of equal status are of equal rank, the older one is, the higher his status is.

Among the three hereditary dukes, Lin Rong is the youngest, so he ranks behind Duke Bai and Duke Shi.

After presenting the flowers, Lin Rong smiled at Tang San as she walked in front of him, as innocent as a real ten-year-old child.

When Tang San saw this smile, he instantly recalled what happened at his ninth birthday party two years ago. He gritted his teeth and veins bulged on his clenched fists.

After returning to his seat, the old butler who was waiting beside the seat moved his lips slightly and said:
"Young Master, I have sensed the presence of Platinum Bishop Sarath of the Spirit Hall. He is heading here with a group of people."

Lin Rong sat in his seat and listened, and secretly transmitted the message:

"Yes, Grandpa Yu, I sensed it too."

"Saras was not invited to the funeral at all. The old man must be very angry because he was humiliated."

"The funeral has already begun. He came uninvited to cause trouble."

"However, since the royal family dared to do this, they must have made sufficient preparations."

"This is a face-saving battle between the Tiandou Imperial Family and the Spirit Hall. We can just sit back and watch. As long as the fire doesn't burn us, we can just treat it as a good show."

After hearing this, the old butler replied in a voice transmission: "Yes, I understand."

Lin Rong sat upright at his seat, his eyes moving back and forth between Tang San and the four members of the royal family, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

"Tang San has a dragon whisker needle hidden in his fingernails. When the situation gets chaotic later, we can make a move secretly, so that the royal family will inadvertently notice that Tang San has such a hidden weapon."

"In this way, Tang San will bear the blame for stealing from the national treasury."

“Xue Ye doesn’t know that the Haotian Sect has been destroyed by me. He will bite his teeth and swallow this blood loss because he is afraid of Tang San’s background.”

"Although this move cannot have any substantial impact on Tang San, it will undoubtedly undermine the trust foundation of cooperation between the royal family and the Tang Sect."

"By curbing the development of the Tang Sect in this way, we can avoid some unnecessary losses when we destroy it in the future."

The flower-laying ceremony continued. After the hereditary nobles presented flowers, it was the turn of several non-hereditary dukes to come forward and present flowers.

At this time, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, Salas, led a team of people to the cemetery, and his arrogant voice resounded everywhere:

"Wow! It's really lively!"

Sarath clapped his hands and walked slowly inside with a fake smile on his face, saying:

"How come you didn't inform me of such a lively event? Did you forget it by accident, or do you no longer care about the reputation of the Spirit Hall?"

At the end of his speech, the fake smile on Sarath's face disappeared, replaced by a look of indifference.

In the cemetery, on the seat.

No one from the royal family expressed their opinion, Ning Fengzhi did not want to be the first to be criticized, Lin Rong watched the show with great interest, and the others did not dare to confront the Spirit Hall, so the scene fell into silence.

"oops!"

Sarath pretended to be surprised and walked to the coffin, shook his head and said:

"Look, you see, without informing me in advance, I was unable to prepare a bouquet of white chrysanthemums for Madam Yue."

"But, this flower must be presented. What should I do?"

(End of this chapter)