Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

With the victory over all, whether it was sorrow or joy, resentment or anger, everything began to prepare for an even grander gathering.

All the way to the former Crown Prince's residence, where white mourning clothes were everywhere and funeral music played, Xue Qinghe's funeral began.

At this time, the Crown Prince's residence was open to the public, but only the front hall was open, and everyone could come in to pay their respects.

Wearing sunglasses, Qian Shui slipped inside and bowed three times to the portraits of Xue Qinghe and Ning Huahua to show her respect.

It would be even better if he wasn't recognized by Xue Luochuan and Xue Haicang, who were also there to entertain guests.

"Your Majesty... if my elder brother and sister-in-law were not dead, then what would be the point of holding this ceremony?" Xue Luochuan stepped forward and asked.

Qian Shui shrugged, raised an eyebrow, and said, "How would I know?"

Actually, he just wanted to put an end to his death. Once the funeral was held, he would be dead beyond any doubt, which would be perfect, and he could then run away in peace.

"Oh, don't think too much about it, I'm going to find Rongrong!" With that, Qianshui ran off.

"This..." Xue Luochuan didn't dare to stop him, but looked at Xue Haicang with confusion.

The latter could only shake his head helplessly.

The front hall was almost entirely filled with people coming one by one to commemorate the founders, while the back courtyard became a gathering place for some.

"Well, it's a funeral after all, so let's not drink alcohol! We'll use tea instead." Qian Shui, wearing a white headscarf, drank the tea in one gulp to her good friends.

Then, Ning Rongrong, who was standing to the side, smiled and refilled Qian Shui's teacup.

Pulling a tug at Zhu Zhuqing beside her, Bai Chenxiang pulled down her sunglasses and exclaimed excitedly, "Sister Zhuqing, isn't this a reunion of the legendary team from back then?!"

"Ok!"

"Who are these seven people! The teacher and his six teammates, and even Sister Rongrong, the highest leader, personally served tea. It's just too perfect!"

Back then, Qian Shui's team was idols in the hearts of these young people. Just seeing the seven of them together was enough to excite Bai Chenxiang.

However, this held no appeal for Xiao Wu. She put her arm around Bai Chenxiang's shoulder and teased, "Xiangxiang, why don't you do a fortune telling and see what kind of strength these guys will ultimately possess!"

"I dare not count!" Bai Chenxiang hurriedly shook her head, her face full of fear.

She had considered Qian Shui before, but the result was chaotic and she was even given a warning. In her opinion, that must be the future Qian Shui.

It seems that they have reached the point where calling out his real name would evoke a feeling in one's heart; that level is something Bai Chenxiang would never even dare to dream of.

The kids were having a blast chasing their idols, and these shameless adults had their own fun too. Yin Jin couldn't wait to ask, "Hey, Brother Shui, tell us what it's like to attend your own memorial service?!"

"Feelings? I don't really feel anything..."

Qian Shui thought about it seriously, but felt awkward. Xue Qinghe should be Qian Renxue, and he was Ning Huahua.

That's interesting. Logically speaking, he's missing his female character. How should I put it? It's a very complicated feeling.

Without dwelling on it, Yin Jin teased again, "Hey, Brother Shui, there's a banquet coming up, with sect leaders from all the major sects attending. Are you going to eat?"

"Eat, of course you're going to eat!"

Chapter 335 The Memorial Service for Xue Qinghe, Accompanying the Opening of the Conference [6000 words]

Since ancient times, weddings and funerals have always been good places for socializing, and mourning someone may be secondary.

For example, some people might spark a romance, others might forge a collaboration, and most importantly, long-lost relatives and friends might be brought together.

Qian Shui, who kept her presence to a minimum and ate and drank silently everywhere, didn't care about any of that.

In the years since he left, the catering industry in Douluo Continent has also made rapid progress, mainly due to its large quantity and variety, which greatly satisfied his curiosity.

Having more people has its advantages. Apart from the Spirit Hall's awkward position, all the prominent, influential, capable, and powerful people in the entire Douluo Continent have come to join.

"The character '巽' (Xun) sounds like 'listening to the wind'!" Bai Chenxiang, hiding in the corner, started eavesdropping.

Although her raw strength was lacking, her methods were so sophisticated that even telepathic communication could be heard.

Her teacher was similar, but the difference between the two was only in their level of skill. Qian Shui simply stood beside him, eating and listening to the gossip.

This sneaky feeling is quite exciting, after all, everyone cares about how others evaluate them, even if they are stubborn and won't budge.

Just as Qian Shui was about to pick up another glass of fruit wine to rinse his mouth, his wrist was grabbed.

Without turning around, Qian Shui immediately sensed who it was and breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out to be Song Xuan.

Qian Shui recalled that although she hadn't let Qian Mei know that her family was alright, time was the best healer. Half a year had passed, and the two of them had recovered and returned to their positions as secretaries.

This memorial service for Xue Qinghe was also organized by the two of them. After all, those who know the situation in the royal family understand that it wouldn't be appropriate for Xue Beng to organize this for Xue Qinghe.

After discussing with Xue Luochuan and Xue Haicang, and with the endorsement of the Supreme Governor and the deceased's family, the memorial service was held legitimately.

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask who you are?" It seemed Song Xuan wasn't going to give you any face at all; he was trembling with anger.

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, from which a glint of soul power seemed to flash, and said indignantly, "It seems you haven't paid the funeral fee!"

With that tug, Qian Shui's presence instantly returned to normal, startling him so much that he quickly changed to a neutral expression when everyone's eyes were on him.

Only then did he manage a forced smile and turn to look at Song Xuan.

Looking at those gold-rimmed glasses, Qian Shui suddenly remembered that Song Xuan's martial soul was this. It had no other use but was particularly powerful in 'seeing', which explained why she was able to discover Qian Shui.

But this person was embarrassed, because the people who knew it was him had already stopped laughing.

After all, being chased by your former chief secretary for a sum of money at your own or your wife's memorial service is something that would make you laugh until the universe ends, right?

"Ah! I am Ning Huohuo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!" In a panic, Qian Shui thought of his other account.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiao Wu, who had been excitedly watching the scene, spat out a mouthful of wine. Fortunately, her little apprentice was beside her, and with her soul power barrier activated, she was unharmed.

The apprentice doesn't give you any face; all the drinks bounced back onto Xiao Wu herself.

This scene was quite impressive, with the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School present. Song Xuan instinctively looked at Ning Fengzhi, who was equally bewildered.

However, Ning Fengzhi was still wondering, did their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School really have someone named Ning Huohuo? Why did he have absolutely no recollection of him?

This reminded Qian Shui, who popped out a savings card with a limit of 100,000 yuan, handed it to Song Xuan, and then pointed at Ning Rongrong and began to shift the blame, "Miss is my direct supervisor, Miss knows me."

Ning Rongrong, who was initially stunned by Xiao Wu's stupidity, was wiping the wine off her when Qian Shui did this, and she was completely bewildered.

Ning Fengzhi immediately seized the opportunity to ask her, "Rongrong, do you have your own power within the sect?"

After all, judging from Qian Shui's expression, he couldn't just make things up. He had already given 100,000, which was a huge amount. There weren't many important figures present who could offer so many gold soul coins as a condolence gift.

Moreover, if he dares to spout nonsense in this setting, he could be torn to pieces in the next moment.

"No..." Ning Rongrong was speechless again.

Unless she sells Qian Shui, there's no way to break this deadlock. She has no choice but to admit that she secretly created a force within her own sect that even Ning Fengzhi doesn't know about.

Ning Fengzhi's mind raced for a moment, considering countless possibilities, but in the end he sighed softly, "Alas, Rongrong, if you want this power, your father can step down and give way. It's just as well; your father has been tired these past years and should take a good rest."

With that, Ning Fengzhi took seemingly unsteady steps and walked out of the hall.

When the army returned, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda appeared out of nowhere. Ning Fengzhi saw it clearly from the side. Since the child had grown up and wanted status, this was something that should have been given anyway, so let him take it.

However, Ning Rongrong was on the verge of collapse. The military and political affairs of the entire Douluo Continent were endless and awaited her handling. Originally, her family was under her father's watchful eye, so there shouldn't have been any problems.

If she were to take over directly, wouldn't that be the death of her?

There was no other way, so she hurriedly caught up with Ning Fengzhi. It was difficult to explain under his nose, but she could tell Ning Fengzhi in private that it was Qian Shui.

The important thing is that she can't take on any more work. Compared to being misunderstood as having an affair with Qian Shui, Ning Rongrong still thinks it's more important not to overwork herself to death.

Song Xuan, who was also somewhat bewildered, accepted the huge sum of money without saying anything. She was just too concerned about Xue Qinghe and couldn't stand seeing someone eating and drinking for free.

"Please, sir. Forgive my intrusion." Ignoring the joking around of the important figures, Song Xuan bowed and apologized to Qian Shui.

"Oh dear, it's my fault. I forgot the most important thing in this situation!" Qian Shui quickly followed up.

Just when everyone thought things would turn into a scene of eating and drinking, someone who shouldn't have appeared suddenly popped out from some nook and cranny.

“Prince Xuexing?” Qianshui flipped through her memories.

He had almost forgotten about this person's existence; it seems he was transferred to the front lines to be in charge of logistics after the war.

Now that the war is over and he has returned to Tiandou City, his status as a member of the clan and his age as the eldest naturally make him the head of the clan.

At this moment, this old fellow, who was completely oblivious to the situation, was trying to persuade Song Xuan and Qian Mei to save Jin.

"Xiao Song, Xiao Qian, I have been away for many years and have been unable to do this important thing for Qinghe. Do you think this gold should be handed over to the royal family?" It was unclear whether it was because Qian Shui had given too much, but not enough.

Although it was a considerable sum of money, its symbolic significance outweighed its practical value; few people cared about a dead person.

In particular, people from various sects were mainly drawn by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's reputation and the rumored 100,000-year-old soul bone.

Furthermore, since Xue Qinghe's family was now extinct, Xue Xing seemed to have the illusion that this money should belong to the royal family, and he even had a point of view regarding Ning Rongrong.

Moreover, Ning Rongrong had gone out, leaving only the two girls. In his view, this situation seemed to be a particularly advantageous opportunity to manipulate Song Xuan and Qian Mei.

This sudden turn of events left Songxuan and Qianmei at a loss, and Xuexing's words were indeed reasonable and well-founded.

For a moment, the children didn't understand and didn't care much. But a group of teammates who understood, including Feng Jingyi who was talking to Feng Bailong, the sect leader of their own Wind Sword Sect, all looked at Qian Shui. In the end, if this thing was really going to be given, it should be given to the person in question.

As it happens, I was there.

But he himself was even more helpless. He couldn't very well jump out and beat up Xuexing, could he?

Xue Luochuan, who was present, wanted to step forward to stop them, but Xue Haicang held him back. "Second brother, don't! After all, on the surface, even if our royal uncle succeeds, it's not a huge sum of money. If we step forward, it might turn into a farce in this situation, and then our royal family will really lose face!"

Xue Luochuan thought about it and realized it made sense, so he didn't do anything, but asked with a question, "Then what should we do?"

All that answered him was Xue Haicang's shrugs. How could he know what to do at that moment?

The best solution would be for Ning Rongrong to return and stop it, or for the avalanche to occur before she arrives, and for the emperor to issue an order, which would be more respectable.

If the two of them rush in, there's no reason why they shouldn't argue; if they start arguing, all the big shots will laugh at them.

For a time, faced with two evils, the best option was to sit idly by and do nothing, as Xue Xing would be the only one to suffer if things escalated.

Often, the reason why petty people are so mean is that they leave you helpless.

However, since that person is still around, he's more experienced in being shameless.

“Your Highness, isn’t this inappropriate? Shouldn’t this gold be given to His Highness the Crown Prince?” Song Xuan was unwilling to back down, and they could see through Xue Xing’s intentions.

"Isn't the Grandson here? It's perfectly reasonable for me to keep it safe for my nephew!" As she spoke, Xue Xing glanced at Xue Luochuan and Xue Haicang, who hadn't made any moves, and became even more unrestrained.

As the wrinkles on Xuexing's face deepened, his laughter grew even more unrestrained.

After all, in his eyes, his nephew, who was closest to him, had become the king of the Heavenly Dou Empire with the backing of the Haotian Sect. With such power, what was wrong with taking some of it? Moreover, he had a valid reason and evidence.

Just then, Xuexing's pupils trembled violently, shrinking to almost the size of pinpoints, and she let out a hissing growl, only to find that she couldn't move at all.