Chapter 3: We Were Just Missing a Burial Offering! A Last Wish?
After discovering Su Yang, the men of the Su family charged forward in unison and surrounded them completely.
Ye Changsheng remained utterly calm. He had just inspected them and found their cultivation pitifully weak—the strongest among them had only barely reached the third level of the Spirit Refining Realm.
Put plainly, they were nothing more than a group of sturdy martial men. They posed no threat at all.
The leader was a scar-faced man holding a broad saber. He pointed it at Ye Changsheng.
“Boy, this has nothing to do with you. I advise you not to meddle in other people’s affairs!”
“Hand over Su Yang’s body, and we won’t make trouble for you.”
Seeing this, Su Qinqin hurried forward and tugged at Ye Changsheng’s sleeve.
“What is it?” Ye Changsheng turned and asked with a smile.
“Please, don’t hand Young Master Su Yang over. I can serve you for the rest of my life…” Su Qinqin pleaded.
Before she could finish, Ye Changsheng rubbed her head and gave a faint laugh.
“Silly girl, don’t worry. I, Ye Changsheng, am not that unprincipled. Since I’ve accepted your money, I’ll naturally ensure that your young master is laid to rest in peace.”
“All right, go protect your young master. I’ll protect both of you!”
Hearing their exchange, the smile slowly faded from the scar-faced man’s face, replaced by an expression of utmost seriousness.
“Boy, I advise you not to act recklessly. If you make an enemy of the Su family, you will never meet a good end!”
“So what if I’ve made an enemy of the Su family? No good end? You people aren’t qualified to decide how mine turns out!” Ye Changsheng sneered.
Since matters had come to this, the scar-faced man stopped wasting his breath.
“Boy, since you’re determined to die, I’ll collect you for the King of Hell today.”
“Brothers, move! Kill this fellow, seize Su Yang’s body, and then we’ll go home and feast!”
“Kill!”
The men charged at Ye Changsheng alone, raising their sabers as though they had been injected with stimulants.
“You’re all getting carried away. Have you truly forgotten how little you’re worth?”
Ye Changsheng snorted coldly, raised one foot, and stamped hard on the ground.
The earth beneath him trembled violently. A terrifying pressure descended.
In an instant, that force spread across the area, as though a mountain had been lowered upon them.
Every one of the men froze where they stood, unable to move.
“What’s happening? I can’t move my body!”
“Neither can I…”
Ye Changsheng was now a cultivator of the Spirit Origin Realm. Suppressing a few men like these was effortless.
The scar-faced man stared at him, fear flickering in his eyes.
“Who exactly are you?”
Ye Changsheng sat to one side and smiled faintly. “I’m nobody important. I’m merely a passing undertaker.”
At that moment, one thought arose in everyone’s mind.
Could an undertaker really be this powerful?
“You’ve arrived at just the right time! I was in need of some burial offerings. Burying you all will do nicely!”
The men’s arrogant expressions vanished at once, replaced by panic.
“No! Please! I have a three-year-old mother above me and an eighty-year-old son below me! I can’t die!”
“Big Brother, I was forced into this!”
They begged desperately, hoping Ye Changsheng would spare their lives.
“You can’t blame me. If anyone is to blame, blame the choices you made.”
With that, Ye Changsheng raised one hand. The ground beneath them began to tremble once more.
With a rumble, the earth split open, forming a long fissure. A powerful suction force erupted and dragged the men inside.
The ground quickly sealed itself again, leaving only their heads exposed.
“Stay here for now. I still have work to do!”
Ye Changsheng carried Su Yang’s body on his back and gently placed it in the pit.
As he scattered rice with one hand, he murmured, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”
The others watched in bewilderment.
“Big Brother, what is he doing?”
The scar-faced man snapped irritably, “What do you think he’s doing? Burying someone, of course! Now shut up! If you anger him and he buries us too, we’re finished!”
After busying himself for a while, Ye Changsheng picked up a suona, preparing to see Su Yang off.
Just as he was about to put it to his lips, he suddenly stopped.
“Blowing the suona alone isn’t enough atmosphere!”
Ye Changsheng turned slightly and looked toward the group of Su family thugs.
The scar-faced man looked at him and forced out an extremely awkward smile.
“Is there something you need?”
“What are you standing around for? Cry!”
“We can’t cry on command!” the scar-faced man said with a bitter smile.
“You can’t? Shall I help you?”
As he spoke, Ye Changsheng slowly raised his fist.
“No need…”
After Ye Changsheng’s warning, every one of the men summoned all their strength and began wailing loudly. They looked utterly grief-stricken, as though they were suffering more than if their own parents had died.
“Young Master Su Yang, what a tragic death!”
“Young Master Su Yang, take your time on the journey!”
With mucus and tears streaming down their faces, they wept so loudly that their cries echoed through the forest.
Su Qinqin stood to one side, looking at them with disdain.
“These men are all crying so falsely. Worst of all, they sound absolutely terrible…”
“It’s fine. Let them cry!”
Ye Changsheng picked up the suona and began playing with all his might.
Once the suona sounded, riches would pour in by the tens of thousands! Its melody mingled with the wailing, creating a scene of astonishing intensity.
“Done!”
Ye Changsheng lowered the instrument and let out a long breath.
After crying for so long, the men’s voices were nearly hoarse.
“Reverend, we’ve cried as you asked. Surely you can let us go now?” the scar-faced man asked with a smile.
“Let you go? It would be more accurate to say I’m sending you off.”
Before they could say another word, Ye Changsheng clenched his five fingers into a fist.
An overwhelmingly terrifying invisible force erupted and crushed their heads in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The successive explosions of their skulls rang out like firecrackers.
In moments, the entire group perished on the spot, their blood staining the earth red.
“I said you would be buried with him, so buried with him you shall be. Did you really think I was joking?”
Ye Changsheng dusted off his hands and spoke with mild irritation.
After finishing his complaint, he picked up a shovel and covered Su Yang’s body with earth.
Once the work was complete, Ye Changsheng erected a wooden tablet for Su Yang.
The whole process had been somewhat crude, but at least Su Yang had been laid to rest.
“Finally, it’s over…”
Ye Changsheng looked impatient and transmitted his voice inwardly.
“System, where’s my reward? Why hasn’t it been issued yet?”
He had worked so hard at the funeral because he had been thinking about the Supreme Bone included in the reward.
[Su Yang’s burial has not yet been completed. Current progress: 50%.]
“What?” Ye Changsheng shouted. “System, did you make a mistake? I’ve already buried Su Yang. How can the progress only be fifty percent?”
“Could it be that you want me to dig him up and bury him all over again?”
[The host has not yet completed the spiritual burial.]
“Spiritual burial? Do you mean I have to send his soul away too?”
All these years, Ye Changsheng had only learned how to bury physical bodies. This was his first time hearing of burying a soul.
[Correct!]
Ye Changsheng gazed at Su Yang’s grave and smiled helplessly.
“There’s no other way. I can only summon his true soul and ask what final wish he has.”
He took out the Ten Thousand Souls Suona. As his two fingers brushed across its surface, ancient runes gathered and took shape.
“Summon the soul!”
Ye Changsheng lifted the suona and began to blow with all his strength.
This time, it was different from before. The sound of the suona became visible to the naked eye, spreading outward like ripples until it covered the surrounding area.
As the suona’s notes rang out, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose before Su Yang’s grave…