Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

Chapter 845: Funeral

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As it got deeper into the night, the city gradually regained its serenity. There were plenty of people were bound to be unable to sit or sleep well. The city might look very calm on the outside, but there were surging undercurrents in the dark. Plenty of people were in desperate situations.

The battle at Sky Ascension Peak had been quickly spread through the entire Gods Bestow City by the scouts, young masters, and young ladies. Subsequently, it was spread throughout the entire Gods Bestow Tribe. Many hidden spies had used the messaging secret array to send the information to the East Imperial Continent’s nine great clans immediately.

Jiang Yi’s name was renowned throughout the world again while the Gods Bestow Tribe had one more individual that must not be provoked no matter what. Not even the Demigod experts from the four major clans dared to provoke him. Anyone who dared to provoke him would be the same as one seeking for death.

At the same time, Jiang Yi’s shocking combat strength was the most highly discussed topic. A 22-year-old youth had become famous over a single night!

The three clans brought over 10,000 Heaven Monarchs which included the three Clan Heads and many peak-stage Heaven Monarchs. Yet, they didn’t manage to kill Jiang Yi, and if Lei Gu didn’t interfere, all the three clans’ experts on the Sky Ascension Peak would have been killed by Jiang Yi. Of course... the outsiders didn’t know that Jiang Yi’s body and soul spirit had suffered a backlash later on. It was impossible for him to continue releasing the Fury of Thunder and the Divine Sound Heaven Skill!

Both Jiang Yi’s powerful abilities had made them sigh non-stop. Some experts were still unclear what kind of dao pattern attack Jiang Yi’s Fury of Thunder was, or was it a special ability? Why was he able to guide the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder? How was it possible for his Divine Sound Heaven Skill to be so ferocious that even peak-stage Heaven Monarchs couldn’t withstand it? The Divine Sound Heaven Skill was actually mixed in with a powerful killing aura as well?

All the clans’ Patriarch had immediately given the order that no one was to provoke Jiang Yi and to avoid him wherever he appeared. Otherwise, they might just die in vain.

Lei Tingwei, Nangong Yunyi, and Lu Li were the most depressed. The three clans’ Patriarch didn’t have the intention to dismiss their Clan Head position, but they were no longer able to lift their heads high in the tribe. The trio would not be able to go to places were Jiang Yi was. Jiang Yi might just randomly try to teach them a lesson, and the trio would have no choice but to obey.

Next day...

At dawn, the Situ Clan had gotten busy. Yesterday, Situ Ao had ordered some men to retrieve the corpses of the Golden Flood Dragon, Yazi Beast, Yang Dong, and Niu Deng. Today, they were preparing to bury them. The burial place was at the cemetery east of Situ Clan. This cemetery was buried with all the Situ clansmen. For Yang Dong, Niu Deng, the Golden Flood Dragon, and the Yazi Beast to be buried here was huge respect that Situ Ao was giving to Jiang Yi.

After recuperating for a night, Jiang Yi’s injuries were slightly better, but his inner organs and his soul spirit still had throbbing pain. This time, the backlash was much more severe than the time when the Black Wind Legion’s chief commander had used the Sky-Turning Cauldron to smash at him, especially the damage to his soul spirit. Such injuries wouldn’t be recovered in just one or two days and would require a long period of time.

Jiang Yi changed into black robes and walked out. On the outside, Qian Wanguan, Situ Yinian, Zhan Wushuang, Feng Luan, and the others had already woken up. Everyone was dressed in black clothes and black dresses. Nangong Qiling was also here as Yang Dong had followed her for three years, and they had a deep relationship. She naturally wanted to send Yang Dong on his final journey.

“Jiang Yi, everything is prepared at the front courtyard!”

As soon as they walked out, Situ Yixiao walked over with a group of people. Jiang Yi nodded silently and walked towards the front courtyard. Situ Yixiao walked a few steps and whispered in a mocking tone, “Earlier on, the city’s major and minor clans all sent people here to grieve. Even the Lei, Nangong, and Lu Clan had sent an elder. It is truly a joke. Last night, the three clans were wishing to kill all of you. Today, they are grieving pretentiously...”

“En?”

Jiang Yi’s face turned cold as he hastened his footsteps while everyone quickly arrived at the front courtyard. The spacious plaza was placed with four white jade coffins, and plenty of people were standing silently in front of the coffins and grieving silently as though the individuals inside the coffins were their blood parents.

The Yazi Beast and Golden Flood Dragon had burned their bodies, and the coffin was only containing their remains. Otherwise, with the original size of the Yazi Beast and the Golden Flood Dragon, this jade coffin wouldn’t have been able to contain them.

Jiang Yi swept a glance and quickly saw three familiar faces, causing him to reveal a mocking smile. He could vaguely remember the elders from the Lei, Nangong, and Lu Clans. Everyone on the plaza was alerted by the sound of footsteps as they looked over while their eyes had this flattering expression.

Jiang Yi walked over with heavy steps and took the incense handed over by a member of the Situ Clan. He led everyone and bowed three times before he turned his face sideward and spoke in a cold voice. “Members of the Lei, Nangong, and Lu Clans, come and kowtow three times and get lost!”

“Uh...”

Dozens of people at the back were in a commotion while the elders from the Lei, Nangong, and Lu Clans had a change in expression. In fact, they too didn’t want to come, but Lei Tingwei had ordered them with an obvious intention. He wanted to relay the three clans’ friendly intention, and they hoped that Jiang Yi wouldn’t look for trouble with their three clans in the future.

The trio had expected they would be humiliated today, but they didn’t expect for Jiang Yi to be so ruthless and asked them to kowtow?

The trio was all famous elders from their respective clans, and they had naturally hesitated for a moment. However, Jiang Yi’s hand lit up, and when the Fire Dragon Sword appeared, the trio immediately knelt down, kowtowed three times sincerely, and walked out with dark faces. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novelenglish.net . Firᴇ

Jiang Yi didn’t even take a look at the trio from start to end. After the trio had left, he then took a glance at a Situ Clan’s elder while the latter nodded and said, “The funeral shall begin!”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A few priests walked over while beating a drum as they started to chant and conducted the funeral ceremony. One of the priests was even holding a ceremonial text and chanting the contents. Jiang Yi was a little frustrated after listening as he shook his hand and said, “Enough, there is no need for all these complicated ceremonies. They are already dead, and there is no meaning for this. Directly bury them.”

“Uh...”

Many people had rolled their eyes as this was the customs of the Gods Bestow Tribe. If they were to skip all these, was there even a need for the funeral? However, since Jiang Yi had emphasized it, the Situ Clan’s elder had no choice but to stop it. He waved his hand and said, “Alright, let’s go to the cemetery.”

A dozen Situ Clan’s servants carried the jade coffins and walked out. Situ Ao had given a lot of face as he had gotten the guards to clear up the path and had sent plenty of people to attend the funeral. After exiting the Situ Clan, many clans’ servants had also joined the funeral send-off. Countless people were observing from the side while they all had solemn expressions as though their own relative had perished.

Jiang Yi silently followed the funeral send-off and saw that many eyes were on him, causing him to sneer in his heart. If Ao Lu had not come last night, he, Jiang Yi wouldn’t even have any burial grounds today, and the entire Gods Bestow City would probably be cursing him, right? Perhaps, his body might be hung at the city walls and allowed for people to freely spurn.

This world was cruel in this way. Those who didn’t have strength would never be respected, and the losers would also be trampled and spurned by countless people!

Yang Dong and the others must not even mean sh*t in countless people’s hearts, right? When they were alive, no one even took a direct look at them. Now that they had perished, there were so many Patriarchs from the smaller clans that came for the funeral send-off. Such irony...

During the funeral ceremony—when Jiang Yi insisted on ended it early, it wasn’t because he didn’t respect the dead. He had always believed that if they weren’t treated well when they were alive, there was no meaning to make it so grand when they were dead. They could neither hear nor see it. Why not let them depart quietly?

After the funeral ceremony had ended, Jiang Yi had a conversation with Situ Ao and Qian Wanguan. Situ Ao stated that they would reorganize the Soaring Dragon Merchant Association, and the new president would still be Qian Wanguan. However, during the early phases, they were not going to allow other clans to join in. The Situ Clan would be operating secretly, making it much safer.

Jiang Yi understood that the gap between Situ Clan and the three clans would never be mended, but he didn’t express any opinion. It was fine as long as Situ Ao continued to put Qian Wanguan in important positions. Jiang Yi returned to the Jiang Castle and went into seclusion. Ao Lu wanted him to hurry to the Endless Deep Sea within a month, meaning he had to set off in half a month. Before he departed, he had to recover properly and make sure his body was back at his prime.

“What exactly does Ao Lu want me to do?”

With this deep suspicion, Jiang Yi closed his eyes and went into a meditative state as he started to recuperate his injuries.

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