This cultivation world was never serious from the start.

Su Zhe rubbed his eyes.

It was confirmed that the person in the coffin was indeed Yang.

Yes, the two and a half people in the coffin were Yang.

Left half, right half.

Mr. Yang lay peacefully in the coffin, with his left half on the left and his right half on the right.

Besides Yang, there was also a burial item in the coffin, a long sword.

Su Zhe glanced at it and confirmed that it was Yang's personal longsword, which he had used more than once, each time to commit suicide.

The blood on it now should still be Yang's own.

"Is this your child?" Su Zhe couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, this is my third son, named Yang. He went to Linshui City to serve as the city lord a year ago. I never expected that when I heard from him again, he was already a corpse..."

Yang Huanyu sighed, looking at Yang Mou lying in the coffin, his face full of regret and remembrance.

According to the order of birth, Yang is the third oldest, but in the entire Yang family, his talent ranks among the top three!

At a young age, he had already mastered the Yang family's ancestral secret techniques. At only thirty years old, he was already a cultivator in the late Golden Core stage. If he could advance further, he would become a Nascent Soul expert, capable of ruling a prefecture.

However, Yang died young, before he could even form his nascent soul. When they saw Yang again, they only saw him.

"Hiss..." Su Zhe couldn't help but gasp.

Good heavens, so Yang is actually the third son of this mysterious prince?

In a sense, he not only brought the other party's third son into the Heavenly Demon Sect, but also killed the other party's third son "twice".

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a blood feud!

Fortunately, the nobleman named Yang Huanyu was still immersed in grief and did not notice the change in Su Zhe's expression, assuming that this distinguished guest was also mourning.

"Ahem, Junior Sister Yunshui, since Senior Yang's family is holding a funeral, it doesn't seem appropriate for us to stay. Why don't we leave?" Su Zhe coughed twice and used the blood and qi of his Undying Golden Body to transmit his voice to his junior sister Yunshuiyao.

"Ah? Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Marquis Yang is, after all, a duke of my Chu Kingdom. He has devoted himself to the Chu Kingdom for generations. It would be against the rules of my Chu royal family for us to just leave like this."

Yun Shuiyao was slightly taken aback after hearing the telepathic message.

This is not in accordance with the customs of their Chu state.

Although she had secretly slipped out of her ancestral homeland, now that she had acknowledged her identity, she had to abide by the rules of the Chu royal family.

According to the rules of the Chu royal family, when a minister is attending a funeral, a member of the royal family should represent the royal family, attend the funeral, and comfort the minister...

Therefore, we really can't leave Yunshuiyao.

Just as Yun Shuiyao was pondering this, Su Zhe was about to send a telepathic message.

Although it consumes some of their energy, this is the only way they can communicate at the moment.

You can't just openly discuss when to run away at someone's funeral, can you?

Just as Su Zhe was about to transmit his voice again, Wang Hou Yang Huanyu suddenly froze, pointed at Yun Shuiyao's ear, and looked shocked.

"Your Highness, why is your ear bleeding?" Yang Huanyu asked hurriedly.

Yun Shuiyao was startled and subconsciously reached out to touch the place Yang Huanyu was looking at—her right ear.

Sure enough, it was damp to the touch and slightly warm.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed a faint red stain on my hand.

Yun Shuiyao subconsciously looked at Su Zhe, and immediately thought of her senior brother!

If I'm not mistaken, the telepathic communication just now must have been my senior brother using his blood and qi instead of spiritual energy to transmit his voice!

Although the effect was the same, it also caused a light red liquid to condense around my ear, making it look as if my ear was bleeding.

No wonder Prince Yang spoke with concern.

But come to think of it, this could be considered a fusion of blood between myself and my senior brother?

Su Zhe blinked, wondering why his junior sister, who had been looking so serious just moments before, was suddenly grinning like an idiot.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Yang Huanyu asked hurriedly.

This person comes from the ancestral land, and his status and position surpass those of ordinary royal family members, so it's no wonder he's worried.

"Cough cough, I'm fine, it's just a small problem." Yun Shuiyao came to her senses and quickly waved her hand.

"But the blood on your ear?" Yang Huanyu asked hesitantly.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's no trouble at all. According to the rules, I still have to recite the sutra for Mr. Yang once." Yun Shuiyao waved her hand.

How could it be a bad thing to have blood mixed with one's senior brother?

"It's alright, why don't you go back and rest? Rules are rules, but people are flexible. You must take care of yourself."

Yang Huanyu quickly spoke up, fearing that something might happen to this prince while he was here.

Yunshuiyao naturally refused to admit that she had a problem.

After several rounds of back and forth, the two reached a balance.

"Why don't you go back and rest first, and find someone to handle the procedures for you? That way, the proper procedures will be followed, and the good intentions will be shown?"

Yang Huanyu asked.

He just said it casually, not expecting Yunshuiyao to actually find someone.

Those who are entrusted with this important task by the royal family are basically members of the royal family or those who are about to become members of the royal family.

He said this hoping that the prince of the ancestral land would take the opportunity to say something like, "I would like to do the same, but there is no suitable person." Then the two of them would exchange a smile, and he would then tell the princes to go back and rest.

This is also an unspoken procedure.

However, after careful consideration, Yun Shuiyao actually nodded and pointed at Su Zhe, who was watching the commotion.

"Alright, since that's the case, then please, Senior Brother Su, do this for me and recite a sutra before Young Master Yang's coffin." Yun Shuiyao nodded and said.

Yang Huanyu was stunned for a moment, then greatly shocked!

This prince from the ancestral land actually came out with his son-in-law!

Yang Huanyu looked at Su Zhe in shock and found that His Highness's senior brother was indeed a handsome man, especially with his unique temperament, which made people want to take a second look, as if he was a one-of-a-kind person in the world!

"Me?" Su Zhe didn't notice Yang Huanyu's strange look, he just pointed to himself and looked surprised.

He knows nothing about scriptures.

"Yes, it's alright, don't worry. Just treat you as me and recite a scripture in front of Young Master Yang's coffin." Yun Shuiyao smiled.

Seeing that Yunshuiyao had said so, Su Zhe could only nod in agreement.

Yang Huanyu became even more certain of his thoughts: this was His Highness's wife!

However, he had no time to ask too many questions at the moment, because he needed to take His Highness Zudi to rest.

Seeing that everyone else had left and Su Zhe was the only one left, he finally came to his senses.

"So, no one is allowed to watch the royal family chanting scriptures?" Su Zhe exclaimed in surprise, but still decided to follow local customs and go through the process.

Just as he sat down cross-legged, preparing to recite the only scripture he knew, the Northern Emperor's Ghost-Slaying Scripture, Yang in the coffin suddenly merged into one!

"Hahaha! After hiding for so many days, I should be able to get away from that guy by now!"

P.S.: Today is the Beginning of Autumn. A friend visited, and I'm slightly tipsy. One more update is due.