Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 208 Your very existence is a mess
"Master Hu Tu of the Shu Zi Men sect has come to offer his condolences!"

"The Crimson Flame Sect Master of the Fire Virtue Sect has come to offer condolences!"

"Wang Li, the head of the Wang family, and his son Wang Ai have come to offer their condolences!"

"Lu Lei, the head of the Lu family, and his son Lu Ci have come to offer their condolences!"

……

On the steps, Zhao Zhen sat quietly to one side, silently watching the leaders of various sects who came one after another to offer their condolences.

Most of these people did not come for the Sanyi Sect, but only for Zuo Ruotong.

They offered flower baskets and elegiac couplets, and paid their heartfelt and solemn respects to the memorial tablet of the Left Gate Master.

"Master Zhang of the Celestial Master's Mansion has come to offer his condolences!"

Another announcement came, and upon hearing it, Zhao Zhen's previously lifeless eyes finally brightened up a bit.

Ahead, Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei walked to the mourning hall one after the other, and then lit three incense sticks in front of Zuo Ruotong's memorial tablet with solemn expressions.

"Brother Zuo, I never expected you to surpass me... Alas, may you rest in peace."

As she spoke, Zhang Jingqing placed the three incense sticks in front of Zuo Ruotong's spirit tablet.

After the ceremony, Zhang Jingqing was naturally and unsurprisingly "enthusiastically" surrounded by the leaders of other sects.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing to the side, frowned at this, but didn't say anything.

Just as he was about to go over and comfort Lu Jin, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of the figure sitting on the steps.

"Old Zhao, I knew you wouldn't miss Chief Zuo's funeral."

Zhao Zhen slowly raised her head and gave Zhang Zhiwei a smile that looked more like a grimace.

In response, Zhang Zhiwei gently patted Zhao Zhen on the shoulder.

"I know that Master Zuo has been very kind to you. You must be feeling bad about his passing."

But birth, aging, sickness, and death are inevitable for all of us. In short, please accept my condolences.

"Well, thank you."

Zhao Zhen nodded, suppressing her grief.

The last time I was this sad was when my husband died in Siming Mountain.

He was very lucky; in his life, besides his mentor, he also met an elder who was not his mentor but was even better than a mentor.

"By the way, when did you arrive?"

"I arrived before Master Zuo left."

"what?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Zhao Zhen with some surprise.

"It was Master Zuo who wrote a letter asking me to come."

"Oh, so he called you here before he died. It seems he had something very important to tell you..."

Zhao Zhen smiled noncommittally and didn't reveal too much to Zhang Zhiwei.

After all, this matter was a scandal for the Sanyi Sect, so he naturally couldn't publicize it casually, especially not to Zhang Zhiwei, who was known for his loudmouthing.

"How is Huaiyi doing with you?"

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"I've handed him over to Duanmu Ying; he should be fine."

"He's mostly fine, but I almost got scolded to death by my master!"
You wouldn't believe it, when I went back and told my master about this, he almost fainted from anger.

Good heavens, he was puffing out his beard and glaring at me, as if he was about to slap me to death any second!
"This is outrageous! That big-eared scoundrel Huaiyi was the one who angered Master, so why am I the one to take it out on?" "Who told you to be so close? If all else fails, you should learn from Huaiyi and go down the mountain and hide far away."

"I'm not mentally unstable. Life on the mountain is so leisurely, why would I want to come down here?"

Zhang Zhiwei rolled his eyes, looking annoyed.

"To tell you the truth, my master and I originally planned to go straight to your Na Du Tong after descending the mountain, but we suddenly heard the news of the passing of Master Zuo on the way, so we changed our route and came to San Yi Men to pay our respects."

"If the Celestial Master wants to come, I'll be able to get anywhere with him?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think my master has a very good temper?"

"Is he planning to slap me to death?"

Zhao Zhen twitched the corner of her mouth upon hearing this.

"That's unlikely. I reckon the fire is still heading towards Huaiyi!"

"But you saw it before, Huaiyi would rather die than go back to the mountain with you. In this situation, would the Celestial Master's arrival be of any use?"

"It's no use. Huaiyi is so stubborn. Once he's made up his mind, not even ten oxen could pull him back."

But then again, Huaiyi is stubborn, and my master's temper is no worse than his!
"It's alright, it's alright. Let them cool off. At most, I'll give Huaiyi another beating. I'll take my master back after he's calmed down."

"You're not worried at all?"

"Why should I be in such a hurry? Someone has to deal with Master's anger, but I, as the senior brother, can't be the one to clean up that big-eared thief's mess for all the dirty and hard work, can I?"

"That makes sense. Okay then. I'll go back and make some preparations after the funeral here is over."

Zhao Zhen nodded, about to say something more, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

Among the crowd of mourners ahead, a disheveled bald man suddenly caught Zhao Zhen's attention.

"This guy actually dared to come..."

"what happened?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhao Zhen with some confusion.

"It's alright, Lao Zhang, why don't you go and try to persuade Lu Jin? He's been kneeling there for days."

"Well, I'll go right away."

After watching Zhang Zhiwei's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Zhao Zhen slowly stood up and, without anyone noticing, pulled the bald man out of the crowd and forcibly took him to a secluded corner of the Sanyi Gate.

"Wugensheng, Wugensheng, should we say you're too bold or that you're not afraid of death?"
The news of your sworn brotherhood of thirty-six people has spread far and wide, and now the entire world of supernatural beings is hunting you down.

"But now, everyone in this Sanyi Sect is a sect leader or high-ranking member of a major sect. If you're recognized, you probably won't be able to get down unscathed like last time."

"Yes, after all, not everyone is the 'Great Ying Immortal,' which is why I am willing to risk my life to come and worship him."

Wugensheng chuckled, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Was this craftsmanship done by Master Liu, the dough figurine maker?"

"Of course! How about it? Master Liu's skills are still as excellent as ever, aren't they?"

"You have now betrayed the entire Quanxing Sect and are no longer its leader. How could Master Liu still be willing to help you?"

"So what if he's not the leader of the Quanxing Sect? When has Master Liu ever considered the other party's identity before taking action?"

"Too."

Zhao Zhen nodded, then solemnly warned Wu Gengsheng, "Now that you've finished the ceremony, hurry up and leave. Don't cause trouble for the Sanyi Sect here!"

"Look at what you're saying. I neither stole nor robbed, so how did I cause trouble for the San Yi Sect?"

"Because your very existence is the biggest problem!"

(End of this chapter)