Chapter 378: Completely Exploded

Nameless Peak.

"Sister Gong, will that monster be destroyed?" Zhiqiao lay in Gong Bingye's arms, letting her braid her hair. Her rosy, childish face bore a heavy expression, which on a child was both amusing and pitiful.

How could someone so young be so melancholy?

"Senior Brother Feng, what are you busy with?" Zhiqiao asked curiously, watching Feng Bujue pace back and forth.

"Little junior sister, I'm preparing a meal to welcome Junior Brother Mie back," Feng Bujue said with a smile.

Gong Bingye watched everything before her and sighed softly, hoping only that all would be safe and sound.

Feng Bujue himself had no certainty, but doing this brought a glimmer of hope to his heart.

"Zhiqiao, what kind of braid do you want today?" Gong Bingye asked with a smile.

Zhiqiao thought for a moment. "I want the prettiest braid."

"Alright..." Gong Bingye smiled, the comb gliding through Zhiqiao's smooth, long hair as her nimble hands wove a unique braid.

She had been at the Holy Sect for quite some time now.

Her family had gradually grown stronger, and she had come to like it here even more.

There was less deceit and intrigue here, and it was filled with warmth.

Gong Bingye thought that in a little more time, she might be able to resign as clan leader and let someone else from the clan take over.

Now Gong Bingye had made up her mind.

It no longer mattered whether one was of the direct line.

As long as the clan's spirit could be passed down, that was enough.

As for that person, Gong Bingye had never thought much about it. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt the gap between them—a chasm that was essentially unbridgeable.

Staying by Zhiqiao's side was also a happy thing.

"Big Senior Brother and Junior Brother Mie are back!" Zhiqiao, lying in Gong Bingye's arms, saw the approaching figures in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Gong Bingye also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were safe, that was fine.

"Junior Brother Mie, you've finally returned safely," Feng Bujue said excitedly as he stepped forward.

During this time, he had been worried, afraid something might happen. But now seeing that they had returned safely, Feng Bujue couldn't help but relax.

As long as nothing was wrong.

Now Mie Qiongqi was the top expert on Nameless Peak besides the Sect Leader, and there were always matters that Junior Brother Mie had to handle. This made Feng Bujue, as his senior brother, feel quite awkward.

But they were all family, and sometimes these things didn't matter. As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was the greatest happiness.

"Junior Brother, this time I'm cooking myself. I've specially prepared a lavish feast for you," Feng Bujue said, holding a butcher knife and smiling happily. "Hey, what's wrong with you all? Why do you all seem distracted? What happened?"

Gong Bingye held Zhiqiao and smiled faintly, but when she saw the expressions on Mie Qiongqi and the others, she had a bad feeling, as if something had happened.

"Sister Gong, why are your hands trembling?" Zhiqiao looked at Gong Bingye innocently.

"It's nothing," Gong Bingye said with a faint smile, continuing to comb Zhiqiao's hair and weave the pretty braid.

Zhang Ergou, pale-faced, looked at Feng Bujue, his lips trembling slightly as he said hoarsely, "The Sect Leader... he's dead."

Feng Bujue and the others shuddered, their expressions darkening. "Sect Leader Yan is dead?"

They lived on Nameless Peak, and Sect Leader Yan had treated them well and given them great help. Now hearing that Sect Leader Yan was dead was undoubtedly heartbreaking for Feng Bujue and the others.

"Not Sect Leader Yan..." Zhang Ergou said hoarsely, then couldn't help sniffing and wiping his eyes as tears gushed forth like a spring.

"Not the Yan Sect Leader... then..." In that instant, Feng Bujue's expression changed, his whole body trembled, and the butcher knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Feng Bujue's face turned pale. He bent down and picked up the butcher knife, but his trembling hands seemed to have understood something, yet he still forced himself to stay calm.

"Senior Brother, stop joking. How could this be? Our Sect Leader is still out having fun. Don't fool me; I'm slow, and I take everything seriously. Alright, no more talking... let's eat. I've prepared a lot of good food." Feng Bujue's eyes darted around as if searching for something, his hands clutching his clothes as if grasping at the last shred of hope.

"Come on, let's eat. If you're joking, you'll be the one cooking from now on." Feng Bujue turned and walked toward the kitchen, muttering to himself.

"The Sect Leader is really dead..." Zhang Ergou roared hoarsely at Feng Bujue, falling to his knees with a thud, his hands clawing at the ground. "The Sect Leader is dead, he perished together with the ancient great demon... Junior Brother."

Gong Bingye, who had been braiding Zhiqiao's hair, trembled all over. The wooden comb in her hand fell to the ground, and her gaze turned vacant.

"How is this possible?"

Zhiqiao, who had been all smiles a moment ago, seemed to understand something instantly. She broke free from Gong Bingye's arms, ran to Zhang Ergou, and gently tugged at his sleeve with her small, tender hands.

"Senior Brother, where is Master?" Zhiqiao looked pitifully at her senior brother, tears welling up in her innocent eyes.

Feng Bujue gritted his teeth, turned around, and stared fiercely at Zhang Ergou, roaring, "Senior Brother, this is impossible. The Sect Leader is the strongest in the Holy Sect. He went out to have fun; when he's tired of playing, he'll come back. Don't lie to me, or I'll get angry. Tell me, you're lying to me..."

"It's true." Tianyu lowered his head, averting his gaze into the distance, as if unable to accept this fact.

"The Sect Leader's body is now resting in the main hall."

"Impossible. I don't believe it." Feng Bujue roared, then ran down the mountain like a madman. Unless he saw it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

The strongest in the Holy Sect, the Sect Leader who had always taught them—how could he die so easily?

The Holy Demon Sect had not yet become the number one great sect.

...

Inside the main hall of the Holy Sect.

A crystal stone coffin lay quietly there.

Countless disciples bowed their heads, especially the outer disciples who had once received help from Lin Fan; their eyes were red-rimmed.

Although Uncle-Master always acted unpredictably and sometimes bullied them, he often helped them.

Now, Uncle-Master Lin's body lay in that cold crystal stone coffin.

Everything... everything seemed so unreal.

"Sect Leader..." At that moment, Feng Bujue rushed in. When he saw the crystal stone coffin, his body trembled violently. He then slowed his pace, his heart pounding.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

Feng Bujue slowly approached, but when he reached the crystal stone coffin and saw the figure inside, it was as if all strength had been drained from his body. He fell to his knees before the coffin, his hands gripping it tightly.

"How can this be? How can this be? Sect Leader, say something! Tell me this is all a joke you're playing on us." Feng Bujue roared.

"Junior Brother Feng, Uncle-Master Lin is really gone." Zong Gentian stepped forward, placing a hand on Feng Bujue's shoulder, and said comfortingly.

"Impossible... how could this be..."

...

One by one, Gong Bingye, Zhiqiao, and others arrived.

When Zhiqiao saw the figure lying in the crystal stone coffin, she burst into loud wails.

"Master... I want Master..."

Mie Qiongqi felt a pain in his heart, as if he couldn't catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, as if something important had completely vanished from his heart.

Sect Leader Yan and the others watched the scene before them, their hearts also filled with grief. Then, exchanging glances with the several Supreme Elders, they left the place and headed toward the treasury.

He had to fulfill what he had promised Lin Fan, no matter what.