Funeral

Although Xiao Yan did not know the cultivation speed of a Dou Huang expert, he knew the cultivation speed of a Da Dou Shi. His father, Xiao Zhan, was a Da Dou Shi.

Basically, Xiao Yan's father took two or three years to advance by a single star in the Da Dou Shi realm...

Xiao Yan still had some confidence in his own talent, but he did not believe he could traverse several major realms in seven years.

Especially the level of a Dou Wang. Furthermore, given the resources of the Xiao Clan, the highest-grade fire-attribute cultivation method they treasured was only of the Yellow Tier High Grade, which at most could support his cultivation up to the Dou Ling level.

Thinking this, the precocious Xiao Yan realized that he might never reach that kind of height.

An eighteen-year-old Dou Huang expert? Even those clansmen with high-grade bloodlines in the Gu Clan couldn't achieve that, could they?

Gu Xun'er, at only seven years of age, heard of an existence with such formidable talent for the very first time in this impoverished backwater. She could not help feeling a bit curious: was this true or false?

"Elder Ling, go and investigate whether this news is true or not."

"Yes, Miss."

In the corner of the courtyard, the shadows twisted slightly, and he left Wutan City at top speed.

No sooner had seven-year-old Gu Xun'er finished giving her instructions than she felt a bit bored and went out to play with her little friends.

"The new Ice Emperor? Heh~"

In the desert, a Lamia gave a disdainful and mocking chuckle.

"Countless Dou Huang experts have been defeated by my hands. That ice-user left some impression on me, but it is limited to that."

"Struck by my seal, he is probably on the verge of dying of old age by now?"

"What? An elder died? And he died of joy from laughing too much!"

When Wu Yan heard this news, his mind felt somewhat blank for a moment.

Seeing Wu Yan rarely reveal such an expression, Ya Fei felt a secret delight in her heart at getting to witness another new expression from Brother Yan.

"Brother Yan is like this. Elder Bama experienced many battles when he was young, and he had already accumulated many hidden injuries in his body."

"He looked quite normal before, but he was merely holding on by a single breath."

"However, after you came back, Brother Yan, Elder Bama relaxed all at once from his joy. The breath in his heart dissipated, and all the hidden injuries in his body surged up, leaving him bedridden by that very night."

"When Elder Bama passed away in his sleep last night, the expression on his face was very serene..."

Hearing Ya Fei relay the news she had gathered, Wu Yan nodded with a sense of understanding.

Compared to his own ugly appearance just before death in his previous life, this Elder Bama who departed in his sleep passed away truly very peacefully. It could even be considered a good thing.

"Help me prepare a set of black clothes. When the time comes, I will go see Elder Bama off on his final journey."

"Brother Yan, then let Ya Fei come measure you for the size."

Ya Fei blinked her eyes, looked at Wu Yan's tall and straight figure, and opened her arms as if she wanted to embrace him.

Wu Yan extended two fingers and lightly tapped Ya Fei on the forehead. "I have a better method. You can just make it according to the dimensions of this ice sculpture."

As he spoke, an ice sculpture the exact size of Wu Yan appeared beside him.

Looking back and forth between the ice sculpture and Wu Yan, Ya Fei pouted, feeling a great sense of pity.

Had she known it would be like this, her movements earlier should have been a bit faster!

Red and white affairs—weddings and funerals—actually did not have much to do with the person themselves. In essence, this was merely an excuse for everyone to socialize.

Logically speaking, Elder Bama's funeral should not have been held on a large scale, stopping at the Mittel Clan itself or perhaps some close-moving factions.

Yet while this Elder Bama was alive, his reputation was not particularly prominent; but after his death, his funeral was held in a manner that could be described as known to everyone!

Every prominent faction in the entire Jia Ma Empire came over to send off this elder they had never even heard of before.

To put it bluntly, Elder Bama's funeral was just an excuse, and their true purpose was the Mittel Clan's new Ice Emperor.

They did not ask to leave a deep impression on this young Dou Huang expert; as long as they could show their faces, that would be enough.

"The Imperial Clan, the Misty Cloud Sect, the Alchemist Association, the Nalan Clan, the Mu Clan, the Feng Clan, the Yan Clan, the Ye Clan, the Mo Clan... basically all the prominent factions in the empire have come."

"Clan Head, when do you plan to see them?"

Teng Shan, who usually kept his eyes narrowed into slits, had his eyes wide open today. So many people had come, and with such great momentum, it truly made him overjoyed.

Teng Shan naturally knew who those people were here to see, and it certainly was not that Elder Bama.

"At the final memorial service, I will grant them an audience."

Wu Yan was a Dou Huang expert, not a courtesan entertaining guests in a brothel; even if he refused to see them, nothing would happen.

When he wished to show his face was naturally something he decided for himself.

All Teng Shan had to do was cooperate.

"Understood."

"After this matter, I will begin secluded cultivation. If you have any matters, bring them all up now while I still have time."

"There were indeed some troubles before, but after Clan Head broke through to the Dou Huang realm, they ceased to exist."

Teng Shan said with a beaming smile.

The deterrence of a Dou Huang expert was evident for all to see!

The Dou Huang expert did not need to do anything, nor did he need to say anything; his very existence was a massive deterrent.

"Clan Head, there is one more matter. I feel you need to handle it personally."

"Hmm?"

"Mistress Yun Yun of the Misty Cloud Sect wishes to see you in advance."

"See me?"

Wu Yan felt somewhat strange inside. What business did Yun Yun have wanting to see him for no reason?

However, Yun Yun was, after all, the Mistress of the Misty Cloud Sect, and her status and position were not comparable to just anyone.

Since she merely wanted to meet in advance, Wu Yan naturally would not refuse.

In one of the most serene private courtyards in the inner district of the Mittel Clan, Yun Yun sat in the courtyard, sensing the surrounding aura.

She felt secretly astonished in her heart, not expecting so many factions to have come. Although this momentum could not compare to when she succeeded to the position of Mistress of the Misty Cloud Sect back then, it was not far off.

"The energy of a Dou Huang expert is truly terrifying!"

"Teacher, shall we go play?"

Yun Yun turned her head and looked at Nalan Yanran, who was begging with tears to be brought along. Facing her little disciple, she flicked her lightly on the forehead.

"Yanran, where do you want to go play?"

"Over there. Yanran thinks that side looks like a lot of fun." Nalan Yanran pointed in a certain direction, her eyes filled with longing.

Yun Yun raised her head, exerting her full visual power, and saw that several thousand meters away, there was a massive slide formed entirely from cold ice.

At the bottom of the slide, there was also a large pool of water.

In that area, many children were playing and seemed to be having a wonderful time.

Quite a few guests who had come to the Mittel Clan let out all sorts of amazed cries at that water amusement park.