Cremation is the fate of every disciple.

Song Yan was taken aback, he thought the little girl would get hurt again, come to this bamboo hut again, and he would treat her again.

When he hadn't seen her for a long time, he thought that the reason she hadn't come was because she was afraid of the awkwardness of meeting him, so she went elsewhere for treatment.

Beside him, the Sword Cultivator felt something, and patted Song Yan's shoulder, saying in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Bai, Junior Sister Xiaojiu is a true Sword Cultivator, don't be sad."

Song Yan looked at this Sword Cultivator, then at the crowd, and suddenly clasped his hands, saying: "Everyone, please help guard this place. If any brothers come later, please treat them with Washing Evil Soup and Healing Medicine. I'm going to Cyan Moss Island."

"Go ahead, Brother Bai."

"Junior Brother Bai, don't be too sad. Everyone dies, and dying on the battlefield, dying in slaying demons and evils, is truly a fortunate thing."

Song Yan clasped his hands again, then took out a Flying Sword, controlled the sword to transform into a rainbow, and quickly flew into the distance.

Soon, he saw a circular island, quickly descended, hurriedly searched, and was quickly led by guarding disciples to a coffin.

The coffin was sealed, to prevent Evil Qi from leaking out.

Song Yan opened the lid, Evil Qi surged out, impacting his Protective Profound Qi, making a sizzling corrosion sound.

"Brother Bai, my condolences." said the guarding disciple.

Song Yan said: "Can I spend some time alone with Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"

After speaking, he added: "Don't worry, I won't let the Evil Qi escape."

The guarding disciple nodded and walked away.

When the surroundings were quiet, Song Yan looked at the little girl lying quietly in the coffin.

Her small body finally came to rest, the scars on her face still lingered, and there was a deep hole over her heart, pierced by the beak of a demonic bird, from which Evil Qi was continuously seeping out.

"I told you to guard the bamboo hut, but you didn't listen."

"Why were you in such a hurry to die?"

"Such a stubborn... silly girl..."

Song Yan bowed his head slightly.

At this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, only felt his eyes strangely warm.

Perhaps, these were crocodile tears.

He turned his head to look at the guarding disciple, and asked: "When will these bodies be cremated?"

The disciple shook his head, but also said: "In the next two or three days, perhaps.

If there are friends or relatives to retrieve the bodies, they will. If not, the sect will arrange a Feng Shui Treasure Land for them to be properly buried."

Song Yan said: "Can I retrieve Junior Sister Xiaojiu's body? I wish to bury her."

The disciple asked: "Brother Bai, what is your relationship with Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"

Song Yan said: "Friends."

The disciple was taken aback, and said: "Then please register, Brother Bai."

Song Yan nodded, moments later, he was carrying the coffin into the distance, eventually landing on a deserted island in Misty Sea.

At this time, the sun was setting, the water shimmering like rose-colored fish scales, exuding sadness.

He chose a scenic high ground, dug out a grave, placed the coffin inside, then opened the lid, gently stroked Junior Sister Xiaojiu's forehead.

A mysterious tiger pattern appeared, lightly grasped inside, pulling out a Divine Soul.

The Divine Soul seemed shocked and surprised to see Brother Bai, as if meeting for the first time, but immediately it merged with the tiger pattern, becoming a ghost.

A body's Divine Soul remains for seven days, even if not an ironclad rule, it's beyond the escape by a Cultivator at the Refining Profound Level.

Having obtained Junior Sister Xiaojiu's Divine Soul, Song Yan set the body ablaze, then called the wind to send the ashes into a spirit box, placing it into the coffin, burying it in the grave, erecting a tombstone inscribed: "Tomb of Junior Sister Xiaojiu."

...

...

On his way back, Song Yan heard cheers.

"The Grand Elder has returned!"

"Victory!"

"The Grand Elder did not fall into the trap, no matter how the Demon Sect plots."

"Evil cannot overcome righteousness!"

He silently returned to Red Leaf Island.

He remembered that the Fox and Wolf Races might have a "Supervisor" around, things were not over.

...

By the time Song Yan returned to Red Leaf Island, the sky was filled with stars.

The bamboo hut was still busy, Song Yan joined the hustle...

He was busy until the next day.

At dawn, sleeping in exhaustion in the corner of the eaves, Song Yan suddenly heard footsteps approaching, he opened his sleepy eyes, first seeing a pair of blood-stained boots, then a familiar figure, and above...

Was an old man's face.

"Teacher!"

Song Yan woke up abruptly, hurriedly got up, excitedly approached to give the old man a hug, "Teacher!"

The visitor was indeed the Kuye Sword Master.

Kuye Sword Master looked at him with confusion, and said: "Come with me."

They went to a small grove outside the courtyard, Kuye Sword Master said: "Where is the Storage Bag I gave you?"

Song Yan hurriedly took it from his bosom and handed it over.

Kuye Sword Master sped through it, when seeing two letters nestled intact in the back of the notebook, he paused, then hesitated a bit, and directly took out the first letter from the notebook's back, handing it out.

Song Yan took it with curiosity and read it carefully.

As he read, his pupils widened, his mouth slightly opened, then he looked at Kuye Sword Master with astonishment.

Kuye Sword Master sighed and said: "Your sword is noble and righteous, even if you're not of our Sword Sect, you're a Righteous Dao Cultivator. How could I have other intentions?"

Song Yan sighed: "Teacher, I wish I could admit it, but I'm really not the one who seized the body as you said."

Kuye Sword Master sighed deeply: "Are you really going to force me to question you and expose this?

You took possession, though knowing some recent things about Xiuhu, but when it comes to history, you are completely unaware."

Song Yan scratched his head: "If it's historical, I... truly might not remember."

Kuye Sword Master said: "Not might not remember, but truly do not know. You might vaguely say something, but cannot do it."

Song Yan said: "Since Teacher does not believe, go ahead and ask.'

Kuye Sword Master said: "Good!"

After speaking, he assumed a serious expression, thought briefly, and then began to inquire about some earlier things of Bai Xiuhu.

How astonishing, the man before him answered fluently, even explaining some things he didn't know, yet they made total sense given the context.

Kuye Sword Master didn't believe it was fate and continued asking.

But the more he asked, the more puzzled he became.

Puzzled beyond recovery.

Kuye Sword Master gritted his teeth, muttering "I don't believe it, I don't believe it," then he grabbed Song Yan's collar, agitated, "Tell me, you seized the body, right? You're a predecessor of our Sword Sect, right? Why won't you admit it?"

Song Yan smiled bitterly: "Teacher, I'm really not."

Kuye Sword Master released his hold, stepped back, and continued questioning.

The more he questioned, the more he felt he had made an error.

How could a predecessor who seized a body know such ancient matters?

After a while, he sighed, patted Song Yan's shoulder: "Today, I truly understand the words 'rebirth', how truthful they are..."

After saying this, he looked at Song Yan with gleaming eyes, and happily patted his shoulder, repeatedly saying: "Good child, good child, I never thought in my lifetime I would meet you again, truly wonderful!"

Song Yan glanced slightly at Junior Sister Xiaojiu in the Divine Soul World "feeling rather distressed for having sided with the tiger as a ghostly slave," then focused on Kuye Sword Master: "Teacher, I'm also very happy you're back safely."

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