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Yanran understood that the blow to Qingyang from this matter could not be resolved with just a few words of consolation and time. Even if it was an ordinary person who encountered this matter, how could they be relieved just by bawling?

After all, he had slaughtered all his clansmen since he was young. What kind of grief would it be if he was the only one left?

This was the same feeling that Qing Yang had when he arrived at Qingyang Village. It was only when he saw his parents' corpses that he cried out.

The Azure Sun was still holding her in his arms, but it was different. It was no longer as lively and sunny as it used to be. After all, this young man carried a clan's soul within him, and a clan's blood feud with him.

"Yanran, tell those guards not to touch the corpses of the villagers. Also, build a simple spirit hall. I will guard the village and my parents for three days." Qingyang's words seemed so casual, but Yanran understood that he had already buried all of his sorrow deep in his heart and was silently bearing it all by himself.

"En." Yanran replied softly while trying her best to hold back her tears. However, she didn't say anything. Instead, she tightened her hands and hugged the ice-cold youth.

For the entire day, a relatively weak youth calmly carried the three hundred and eighty-two corpses of the Azure Sun Village into the large spirit hall made of green bamboo and cloth.

At a glance, the corpses wrapped in white bedding were arranged in a row, and were actually at least three hundred meters in length. At a glance, the corpses wrapped in white bedding were arranged in a row, and were actually at least three hundred meters in length.

A youth was quietly sitting on his knees. No one could see his current expression. The other guards were all sighing. Suddenly, they felt that this not very tall youth was as majestic as a boulder.

"Sir Li, it's best if brother Qingyang stays here alone to guard the spirit. You can come back three days later." Sighing lightly, Yanran's eyes became red and swollen as she softly spoke to an imposing middle-aged man beside her.

Nodding his head, the man replied: "That's fine, this little brother is truly ?" Sigh, I will have ten of my brothers stand guard nearby. If there is anything you need, just shout out. Miss Dongfang, I will take my leave first. We will find out everything about this matter! "

Nodding her head slightly, Yanran did not say anything else as she slowly walked to the center of the mourning hall. How could she not understand? How could ordinary officials find out who had the audacity to slaughter a villager?

Of the 382 corpses in the village, there were a total of 382 wounds, all of which were clearly caused by a single saber strike. To be able to slaughter so many people in such a short period of time was not something an ordinary martial artist could do.

Yanran did not dare think too much about the Upper Sky Realm warriors. After all, how many of them would go and kill the villagers? To do something so heartless and infuriating?

There were also many experts in hunting in the village. These were the men who fought with beasts every day, so how could an ordinary gang of bandits so easily slaughter everyone in the village?

What deep enmity did she have to kill everyone in the village? Other than a stunning youth like Qingyang, Yanran couldn't think of any other reason.

She thought about it carefully but didn't tell Qingyang what she wanted to tell her. Yanran knew that it wasn't too late to explain it in detail when the youth had calmed down.

She slowly walked to the side of Qingyang and looked at the young man whom she loved, whose head was in a mess. Her heart ached and her nose turned sour. She could not help but tear up.

As she knelt beside Qingyang, Yanran didn't say anything else as she accompanied her lover in his final words of filial piety.

In the span of three days, the youth's body had not changed. Not a single drop of water could be seen on his forehead. Like a petrified statue, he still sat there on his knees.

Other than eating random meals every day, Yanran was basically stubborn in staying by Qingyang's side. The originally weak her had now become extremely pale.

Perhaps it was because Lord Li had instructed them not to be disturbed during these three days, but occasionally one or two guards would come to inspect him and send him some food. When they saw that the youth was still kneeling there like a stone sculpture, even the iron-blooded man could not help but feel his heart ache.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sudden three soft sounds woke the fainting Yanran by the side. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the Azure Sun, only to discover that it was no longer in a kneeling position.

Father, mother, fellow villagers, Qingyang, I hereby swear that I will not let you all be wronged souls. The one who is trying to kill you will die by my hands. If you go against this oath, you will be executed by the gods!" "As if confirming Qingyang's oath, the dark clouds suddenly stirred, and in the time it took to take a breath, a warm ray of sunlight shone on Qingyang.

Qingyang trembled as if he felt something in his body. But before he could think about it further, he turned around and looked at Yanran, who was kneeling beside him.

"Thank you, Yanran." After speaking softly, Qingyang stood up and stretched out his arms to embrace the kneeling Yanran.

Looking at the ravaged beauty in his arms, Qingyang felt a twinge of self-blame and guilt. Even though his own family had suffered such a disaster, the person in his arms would always stay by his side.

"Father, mother, the girl who accompanied your son in his final act of filial piety is your future daughter-in-law. Yanran, if you know anything in the underworld, can you also rest in peace?" After muttering to himself, Qingyang strode out of the mourning hall. "Once I've killed my enemy, I'll return to Qingyang Village. I'll accompany Yanran and the two elders, never leaving each other's side."

"Brother Qingyang." Feeling the powerful heartbeat in her chest, she forced a smile and said in a low voice, "You are finally back."

"Mm, it has been hard on you these past few days." Qingyang smiled and said, "Go home and rest for a while. You haven't had a good rest in three days."

With a soft grunt, Yanran leaned against Qingyang's chest like a curled up kitten, not saying a single word.

Yanran understood that Qingyang may no longer be that tender youth from before. In these few days, this cruel side of him had forced him to carry a heavy burden of hatred that did not belong to him.

Perhaps in the future, his life would be covered in blood, or perhaps in the future, he would always be cold and fierce, and too many things might cause the man he loved to be filled with variables.

However, he had always been that Qingyang who loved him deeply and never changed. That light smile, that gentle gaze and strong hand. It was enough.

Hatred would not make him cruel in the future. The blood that dripped from his fingers would definitely belong to the person he should kill. Kindness would not make him as weak and fearful as before. The stairs to the peak were destined to be made from the corpses of his enemies.

Perhaps only those who had heaven's will would experience all sorts of tribulations in the world and be able to turn into butterflies. The strong would not forget their hatred, nor would they avoid pain, much less become immersed in hatred.

How could the golden scales be an object in a pond? They would immediately transform into a dragon upon encountering a storm!

As she thought of this, the already extremely exhausted Yanran actually fainted. This caused Qingyang to feel a pang in his heart when he saw this.

He gently carried Yanran, who was sleeping in his arms, to his parents' room and placed her on the bed, covering her with a mattress. As he was about to turn around and leave, he caught a glimpse of a mark on the edge of the wooden bed, causing his heart to tremble.