Chapter 133: Trouble at the Funeral Hall
"Jingmei has met Master Qi. The Sect Master said that as soon as Master Qi arrives, please go and see her immediately."

Fan Jingmei's graceful body squatted slightly, showing her round curves.

The strongest support of Miaoyin Sect has collapsed. Although Zhou Yuan has regained power, she has the cultivation level of the early stage of Jindan.

However, the situation of Miaoyin Sect today is completely different from what it was before.

During the years when Wang Heng was in power, he used his own strength and connections to vigorously expand the Miaoyinmen industry.

Whether it is the forces that are connected in business or the enemies that have been provoked, they are no longer on the scale of what Zhou Yuan did when she was in charge of Miaoyin Sect.

The strength at the early stage of Jindan may not be able to perfectly suppress the situation and deal with the aggressive enemies in the future.

And Qi Yuan, the sworn brother of Sect Master Wang, may be the future savior of Miaoyin Sect.

Maybe one day, he will take control of the Miaoyin Sect?
Qi Yuan glanced at Fan Jingmei's pretty face and said softly, "Lead the way, Fan Zuoshi."

Fan Jingmei smiled sweetly and led Qi Yuan towards the depths of Miaoyin Gate, becoming more and more intimate with him intentionally or unintentionally along the way.

A signal?
Qi Yuan pretended to be unaware and walked away calmly.

After a while.

The two came to a fragrant courtyard. Judging from the scale of the restrictions and the elaborate layout, they thought that this was where the sect leader lived.

Fan Jingmei's face straightened, and she said respectfully, "Master, Master Qi is here."

"Little brother is here? Come right in."

A charming female voice came from inside.

The light on the ban flashed and then dimmed in an instant.

Qi Yuan nodded slightly to Fan Jingmei, strode into the courtyard, and soon a pretty figure came into view.

As Zhou Yuan had lost her husband, she naturally wore white clothes and plain mourning clothes. The gorgeous pearl hairpin in her hair was replaced with an ordinary wooden hairpin. Her pretty and fair face was not painted with a single drop of makeup, but she still outshone all the other beauties with her solid foundation.

Because of sadness, she exudes a delicate temperament when she raises her eyes, which makes people want to protect her.

Qi Yuan took a closer look and sighed, "Sister-in-law, please accept my condolences. As for revenge, leave it to me. I will definitely use Wen Tianren's head to sacrifice to my elder brother's spirit in heaven."

Whether in public or in private, you will have to meet Wen Tianren, so you might as well make your attitude clear first and leave a good impression on Zhou Yuan.

If you hesitate, the other party will keep the chips and dare not place a bet.

Zhou Yuan's eyes, which were soaked with tears, flashed with light for a moment, and her head nodded slightly.

Very satisfied with Qi Yuan's attitude.

Then the next thing is to talk to my younger brother about my marriage with Ning'er.

If Qi Yuan had any hesitation, she would never have mentioned it. She would have disbanded the Miaoyin Sect and taken her daughter to live in Tianxing City, leading a secluded life of cultivation.

The spirit stones accumulated over the years are enough to support Ning'er to live a safe life.

"Don't be reckless, little brother. Wen Tianren is already invincible in the Jindan stage. Don't give up his life in vain. If you have this intention, I will be satisfied in my heart."

Qi Yuan's expression revealed confidence, and he said: "With my current strength, even if I can't kill Wen Tianren, I can still leave calmly. Please rest assured, sister-in-law."

He wanted to try and see if he could use the Five Elements Futian Tower and the God-Burning Green Fire to kill Wen Tianren by smashing and burning him.

Anyway, as long as he hides in Tianxing City, the Six Paths Supreme Saint can’t do anything to him.

Given the grudges between the Twin Saints of the Star Palace and the Six Paths Supreme Saint, there is basically no possibility of handing him over.

Of course this is just a hypothesis...

Zhou Yuan was infected by this self-confidence, and she couldn't help but feel some hope for Qi Yuan in her heart. She looked over with her beautiful eyes, and her eyes were filled with the other person's figure.

If I could kill Wen Tianren, it would not only avenge her, but also prove that Qi Yuan had the strength to protect Miaoyin Sect.

He said in a serious tone, "Little brother, I want to marry Ning'er to you. This is also your elder brother's last wish."

Betrothed?

Take advantage of the situation to win over.

Big brother, this is a brilliant move!
Qi Yuan was shocked. He didn't expect this. He came up with a powerful move right away and said, "Wait a few years until the girl is older?" "That's what I mean, but we can get a marriage certificate first. As long as I sign my name on it, the marriage contract will take effect."

Zhou Yuan took out two marriage certificates written in black on red paper and handed them over.

Qi Yuan looked at it carefully and made sure there was no problem. Then he signed his name and returned a marriage certificate to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan looked at the name left on the marriage certificate and felt a little relieved about the future of Miaoyin Sect.

If the situation really develops to a serious level, we can also find a safe home for Ning'er.

"Master, the guests who came to pay their respects today have basically all arrived."

A maid was outside reporting.

"I see, you go down."

There was a hint of majesty in Zhou Yuan's voice.

Then, he said to Qi Yuan with a tearful voice, "Little brother, follow me out to pay respect to your elder brother."

Qi Yuan completely agreed with this, and immediately left his seat and followed Zhou Yuan to the mourning hall.

Wang Heng had been immersed in the late Jindan stage for a long time and made friends with many cultivators of the same level.

Therefore, quite a few Jindan cultivators came to pay their respects in the past few days.

In the mourning hall, there was a coffin, and on both sides there were disciples of the Miaoyin Sect in mourning.

The living room outside was already filled with a group of Jindan cultivators and representatives sent by the family.

"The master is here!"

A loud shout.

Two figures slowly walked into the living room.

A group of Jindan stage cultivators stood up and greeted.

Next, Zhou Yuan exchanged a few pleasantries and said a few sad words, and then today's condolences began.

After Qi Yuan paid tribute to Wang Heng, he stayed aside to prevent anyone from causing trouble in the mourning hall.

The two little girls, Zi Ling and Wen Siyue, have grown into graceful young ladies in the blink of an eye.

But because the girl was still a little young and he couldn't bear to do it, Qi Yuan postponed the marriage.

"Hehehe, Wang Heng is finally dead. Who can stop Qingjian Sect from swallowing up Miaoyin Sect's assets in the future?"

A voice suddenly sounded, and a cultivator in the late Jindan stage walked in swaggeringly with a group of aggressive cultivators.

"It's the Qingjian Patriarch who has arrived!"

"The Qingjian Sect and the Miaoyin Sect have been fighting for the industry for many years. There have been countless casualties in the conflict, and the two sides have become a deadly feud."

"Miaoyin Sect currently has no cultivators in the late Jindan stage, so it may not be able to resist the Qingjian Sect's encroachment."

Zhou Yuan heard the other cultivators' comments in the mourning hall, and her expression changed. She gathered all her magic power and shouted, "Enough. This is the mourning hall of my late husband. Old Qing Jian, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean? Will your Miaoyin Sect give up the properties on the three islands in the east? If not, then make a scene in the funeral hall and make Wang Heng rest in peace even after his death."

A sharp sword light flashed across everyone's eyes, making their eyes hurt a little.

The Qingjian Patriarch held a green long sword magic weapon in his hand, emitting a brilliant sword energy that locked onto all the Miaoyin Sect disciples present.

As long as Zhou Yuan says no, she will really start a killing spree.

This kind of tragedy of annihilating an entire family is quite common in the world of immortal cultivation. As long as there is the ability to devour the opponent, they will pounce on him without hesitation.

As soon as these words were spoken, the guests who came to pay their respects slipped away to a safe distance.

Some of the cultivators had a good personal relationship with Wang Heng and wanted to stand up for Zhou Yuan, but when they saw that Patriarch Qing Jian was in the late Jindan stage, they were shocked.

Instantly, the thought disappeared.

(End of this chapter)