The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

Chi Miao!

The name struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving everyone with expressions of disbelief.

The owner chosen by the Weeping Sword was that miraculous being who triggered nine lightning tribulations upon breaking through from the Qi Refining stage to the Foundation Establishment stage!

After Chi Miao said her name, everyone's hearts jumped into their throats and they tensed up.

Kill Chi Miao?

That would indeed make him an enemy of the entire cultivation world!

After all, if something were to happen to Chi Miao, the Sorrowful Sword would probably have to return to its previous dead state, and they might not even live to see the next one!

Who wouldn't want to know the secrets of the Heavenly Sorrow Immortal's ascension to immortality within the Heavenly Sorrow Cave?

"No wonder her aura was so extraordinary, it was Chi Miao... No wonder, no wonder!"

"But Chi Miao... isn't he already dead?!"

Wenren Xiao, whose face had been tense and extremely unpleasant, immediately laughed upon being reminded of this: "Yes, the people of Nine Swords Mountain just admitted that Chi Miao died from the lightning tribulation! Today is her seventh day memorial! You're impersonating her? What a foolish thing to do!"

Chi Miao glanced at everyone from Nine Swords Mountain.

He then looked at Wenren Xiao and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Brainless."

"What did you say?!"

"Are you brainless?! Did you hear me? This time it's super loud!"

Chi Miao spoke very loudly this time, and then asked, "Isn't it reasonable that our sect leader and elders were so surprised just now because everyone thought I was dead?"

"Of course, this reason won't convince you, so I'll just have to ask you to take a good look—"

"My ultimate frozen coffin!"

The camera then shifts to the side of Chi Miao.

The table was full of people, and everyone was happily enjoying a feast of fish and meat.

The funeral procession on the sidelines made an extra buck by switching to opera without even changing their clothes.

They looked so relaxed and carefree.

It looks like... they're having a banquet?

Everyone: "???"

Whose feast are we eating at?

Chi Miao's?

Such a grand and extravagant event!

Jin Shengfei's voice came through: "Sorry, I switched to the wrong screen, it's this side."

With a wave of his hand, Jin Shengfei revealed a beautiful and exquisite crystal coffin to everyone.

The coffin was made of an unusual material; it must have been an expensive item.

There is also a black and white portrait of Chi Miao drawn on it.

Taking advantage of everyone's stunned silence, Jin Shengfei began her passionate introduction:

"This coffin is named the Eternal Youth Ice Crystal Coffin, and is exclusively sponsored by Jin Shengfei, the young master of the Jiangling Jin Clan."

"Look at the size. We used the ultimate spatial forging technique to make room for you. Not only can we bury you, but we can also bury your wife and son with you. If you feel lonely, we can put your whole family in here."

"And this portrait—we specially commissioned the best painter in the mortal realm to hand-paint it at great expense; it's a private commission, absolutely one of a kind!"

"To ensure quality, we have specially invited Ying Wuhuo, the Holy Son of Nine Swords Mountain, to be our spokesperson. Come on, Senior Brother Wuhuo, say something."

Ying Wuhuo appeared on camera with a flushed face, covering half of his face with his sword, and coughed lightly, saying, "They are right."

Chi Miao chimed in, "You're being way too perfunctory! Can't you be a little more enthusiastic with the customers? We can't even use these coffins, we need to recoup our costs! And that old man will definitely need them, it's the perfect time to swindle him!"

Cut this part out! Cut it out!

The scene cuts back to Jin Shengfei, who is smiling and saying:

"I'm sorry, this was just a minor incident."

"Getting back to the point! The Eternal Youth Ice Crystal Coffin, originally priced at 888 high-grade spirit stones, is now on clearance sale for only 88! Don't miss out, act fast before it's gone!"

Everyone present was stunned by what they saw.

They all gaped open.

Eating at their own banquet, selling their own coffin?!

"ah???"

Are they really geniuses?

"As expected, if you live long enough, you can see everything... Is this the style you Nine Swords Mountain are adopting now?"

"Nine Swords Mountain, have you all gone mad?"

Even the sect leader and elders of Nine Swords Mountain blushed.

They are the pillars of their sect in this new era; they weren't like this before!

Now...how come everyone's been led astray by Chi Miao?!

The people of Nine Swords Mountain are now also losing face.

"Ahem... This is just a test."

"Testing what?"

"This is a test to see if you can distinguish right from wrong."

Everyone: "..."

silent.

Indeed, after reading this, no one will doubt Chi Miao's identity anymore.

Such a grand funeral, and the black and white paintings on the coffin.

You can't sell your soul just to annoy people, can you?

The camera then cuts back to Chi Miao.

"Is nobody here to buy a coffin? That's such a waste..."

"Um... Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, are you interested? I feel like you really need it."

This means cursing someone to die.

Wenren Xiao was so angry she laughed.

After confirming that the person was Chi Miao, he really couldn't do anything about it.

Chi Miao must not die, at least not before the Heavenly Sorrow Cave opens.

He was so angry! He was trembling with rage.

But what could he do? He really had no ideas at all!

He had been the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect for so many years, yet he was humiliated like this one day!

Wenren Xiao gritted her teeth: "Your identity can protect you for a while, but can it protect you forever?!"

Chi Miao: "Oh, are you threatening me, Uncle?"

Who the hell knows your uncle?! Are they even that close?!

Chi Miao smiled and said, "The reason why everyone is afraid of my death and dares not kill me is simply because of the Tianbei Cave. If I die... you will basically not be able to wait for the method of becoming an immortal."

"Can't protect me for life? As long as I don't open the Heavenly Sorrow Cave, you can only keep at it with me. Sigh—who do you think will live longer, you or me?"

Wenren Xiao clenched her fist: "..."

"Old Deng, say something, Old Deng, why aren't you saying anything?"

Wenren Xiao gritted her teeth: "You dare not open it?!"

Chi Miao, craning her neck, was just as imposing: "You'll see if I dare not open it!!"

"I'm telling you, if you threaten me again, I won't wait for you to threaten me anymore, I'll die right now!"

As Chi Miao spoke, he drew his Weeping Sword and pressed it against his own neck.

At that moment, everyone panicked and became anxious.

"Hey! Don't be impulsive! Junior Nephew Chi Miao, don't be impulsive! Impulsiveness is the devil!"

"Oh dear, Junior Nephew Chi Miao, why are you getting so worked up over this old man? He doesn't understand anything. Darling, let's put it aside and talk it out!"

"Nine Swords Mountain, you should advise your own disciples!"

However, Chi Miao snorted coldly: "No one can persuade me! He insulted Nine Swords Mountain first, and I'm not allowed to retaliate? What kind of logic is that! Can't we talk this out? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Once I open the Heavenly Sorrow Cave in the future, and I lose my value, he will definitely kill me!"

"If you want me to put the sword down now, there's one condition!"

"He! Wenren Xiao, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, must swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao in front of everyone here! In this lifetime, he shall never harm me!!"