The Desire to Be Eternal

Chapter 64: Spirit and Funeral

As Ouyang Jie watched Li Qinghou leave, his voice rang out to the surrounding disciples. “Step apart and do everything you can to find Bai Xiaochun. Anyone who finds it will receive a merit point reward from me personally. If you find a cultivator of the Luochen Clan who is still alive, kill them! ”

Two thousand cultivators spent a month searching the area of 5,000 kilometers.

They searched almost every possible location, but no one had ever found Bai Xiaochun. However, they found the corpses of the cultivators of the Luochen Clan that he had killed. As the corpses appeared one after another, the Inner Sect disciples grew more and more shocked.

Almost all the cultivators of the Luochen Clan had been killed with a single blow. The Inner Sect disciples could hardly imagine how an Outer Sect disciple at the sixth level of Qi Condensation might be able to do something like that.

Qian Dajin was panting heavily, and suddenly realized it would be much better for him if Bai Xiaochun died. He himself might not be such a compatible and powerful couple. Li Qinghou's anger caused him to grow even more nervous, and he even started wailing inwardly.

"Damn it!" he thinks. "Why didn't you tell me you had such a connection? If you had, I would never provoke you! "

Finally they found the corpses of the three disciples who were at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, and they could only imagine what a bitter and intense battle was like. It makes them shaken.

Soon everyone came to the conclusion that Bai Xiaochun .. was most likely killed in that nameless mountain range. It was a place filled with dangerous wild beasts, and many other dangers that could kill a person and not leave behind a corpse.

Finally, they captured the two Luochen Clan disciples that Chen Heng had sent after Hou Yunfei and Du Lingfei. When they found out that one of the people chasing Bai Xiaochun was none other than the crown prince of the Luochen Clan, who was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, they were all resigned to reality … that Bai Xiaochun really should die.

After the month of searching ended, everyone returned to the sect. Hou Yunfei was found relatively early on, severely injured, but still alive. With the full might of the sect focusing on healing him, he was finally fine.

Both he and Du Lingfei had performed significant merit services for the sect, but it made them not feel happy. Instead, they felt sad, and could not stop thinking about the events that had happened.

Both wanted to return to join the search effort while they were ongoing, but their injuries were too serious. The only person who refused to give up looking for Bai Xiaochun was Li Qinghou. He travels alone to the nameless mountains, where he searches for two whole months. Other than some places that could not even be entered, he looked for the length and breadth of the mountains. Surprisingly, although it seemed obvious that Bai Xiaochun should be in this mountain range, he was unable to find any trace of him. It seemed like Bai Xiaochun was currently in another world.

During the search process, he ended up fighting some powerful ferocious beasts, and was even injured by some of them. Two months later, he was bitterly standing in front of a certain tree with a piece of bloodstained cloth stuck there.

"If I don't take you to the sect …." Li Qinghou thought. When he closed his eyes, he recalled the image of Bai Xiaochun on Mount Hood, looking scared to death by lightning and thunder. He thought about how scared he was of seeing the 10,000 Snake Valley, about what happened during the sect competition, and about how he took first place in all the stone inscriptions.

He sighed in silence, seemingly growing older as he reached out and took out a cloth covered in blood. He had already taken seven or eight pieces of the same cloth like this during his quest.

In the end, he left the forest, turning into a beam of light that shot into the distance.

Thus ended the rebellion of the Luochen Clan. The Spirit Stream Sect attacked like lightning, completely wiping out the traitors. This matter caused a commotion in the Eastwood Lower Reaches of Heavenspan River. In the cultivation world of the Eastwood Continent, which was one of the four great continents, countless clans and sects of cultivators knew this point. As a result, a feeling of awe towards the Spirit Stream Sect grew, a sect that was one of the Four Great Sects in Eastwood Lower Reaches.

After an investigation by the Spirit Stream Sect, they found some clues as to why the Luochen Clan had turned into traitors. The bloodline stamp is one of the reasons, but there is a deeper motivation. After fusing together the various clues, the huge branching left the Spirit Stream Sect shocked.

If they did not stop the matter when they did, the resulting chain reaction would cause many other clans of cultivators to hear about the matter and then follow the rebellion. It would be almost the same as a powerful enemy invading the Spirit Stream Sect territory, and would cause a terrifying, even potentially destabilizing impact to the sect.

The news of the deeds done by Du Lingfei and Hou Yunfei quickly spread, as well as the story of Bai Xiaochun proudly sacrificing himself.

The fact that he refused to leave his friends, and even used himself as bait to take the enemy away, made many people move. The cultivation world was full of selfish people; individuals like Bai Xiaochun were not common. The loss of such a disciple made many people, even the Sect Leader and the Elders, feel extremely sad.

There are other implications that come along with the whole event. However, as more clues were revealed, the Spirit Stream Sect only became quieter. For some unknown reason, they finally stopped investigating. However, all the Foundation Establishment cultivators within the sect increased their level of vigilance to a point that was far beyond normal.

Apparently ... the storm is coming.

The southern and northern edges together have seven peak rulers. Moreover were the sect leaders and other elders. After much discussion and research, they made a unanimous decision.

Du Lingfei, Hou Yunfei, as well as the perishing Feng Yan, all performed good service. As for Bai Xiaochun .. he had completed an incredible service!

The final decision was explained by Sectional Leader Zheng Yuandong. "The storm is coming. The most important .. is to lift everyone's spirits. For ten thousand years, our sect spirit has remained high. Given the incredible service Bai Xiaochun had performed, at the cost of his life, we can only repay his kindness by holding a grand funeral. Those who contribute to this sect will never be forgotten. ”

In the days that followed, although the Spirit Stream Sect did not delve further into the reason for the Luochen Clan's treachery, it did not, they took every opportunity to spread the story of how Bai Xiaochun had sacrificed himself for his fellow disciples, and how he had noblely fought for the sect.

As the story spread, more and more disciples from various mountain peaks on the southern and northern edges knew Bai Xiaochun's name, and what he had done to save his fellow disciples.

Of course, the sect itself was not at odds with loyal and loyal disciples. Li Qinghou had exterminated the entire clan, and the two thousand Inner Sect disciples had been mobilized. Sending such a powerful force to handle the situation was really like killing a chicken with a battle axe.

All the disciples in the sect not only remembered Bai Xiaochun's name, they were also touched by how the sect reacted to the situation. Although the sect reacted deliberately in such a way.

For ten thousand years, it was an unchanging tradition of the Spirit Stream Sect.

When a Spirit Stream Sect disciple went outside the sect, they were never alone: they were supported by the entire Spirit Stream Sect. The sect was like a shield, forever there for their protection.

Therefore, the disciples were devoted to their sect, and would exert every effort, even giving up their lives, to defend it, their home.

It was the mighty Spirit Stream Sect, which had started ten thousand years ago as a small sect with only a few dozen people in it.

In order to determine if Bai Xiaochun was really dead, the Sect Leader asked for help from one of the sect's main elders, who was adept at divining information from the heavens. Unfortunately, his divination magic did not reveal any hint that Bai Xiaochun was still alive in the world. The only thing he found was the aura of death, which seemed to prove that Bai Xiaochun .. had died in battle, fighting for the sect.

On a rainy morning a few days later, a pitiful sound of bells could be heard throughout the Spirit Stream Sect. Countless disciples dressed in black robes appeared silently from their residences, expressions of sadness on their faces as they gathered amidst the Fragrant Cloud Peak.

There, a tombstone had been erected, with a portrait of Bai Xiaochun on it, smiling happily.

Big Fatty Zhang stood there amidst the crowd. He glanced at everyone around him, and then looked at the tombstone, and Bai Xiaochun's name. When it rained and soaked her clothes, she cried, recalling all her memories of the past. He thought about how they ate the various spirit treasures that were stolen, about how they laughed and joked together, about how they had sold the place in the Outer Sect, and about stealing chickens ….

"Fix Ninth …." Big Fatty Zhang muttered, looking very sad. His heart felt empty, and the pain made the entire world seem dark.

The other fatty from the Ovens, Big Brother Bai Xiaochun, were all filled with grief, and could not stop crying, including Third Fatty Hei.

Xu Baocai, Chen Ziang, Zhao Yiduo and Elder Xu and Zhou, as well as everyone Bai Xiaochun knew from joining the sect, all stood in the crowd, faces filled with grief.

Zhou Xinqi came and stared at the tombstone silently. After hearing the story of what Bai Xiaochun had done, he couldn't help but think of how excited he was to look for the chicken thief.

Hou Yunfei came, leaning on Hou Xiaomei's shoulder. He stood there, clenching his hands, trembling in grief.

"Junior Brother Bai …." A bitter smile twisted his face. After returning to the sect, he began to spend his days drinking. He could not forget the moment where Bai Xiaochun had taken all the enemies away, using himself as bait.

More and more people appeared, until the middle of the Fragrant Cloud Peak was densely packed by many disciples, all silently looking at the tombstone.

In front of the crowd was Du Lingfei. His face was pale, and it was impossible to tell the difference between the tears running down his cheeks, and the rainwater. She looked dazed, and although her face was as beautiful as it used to be, the beauty was now sad and poignant.

"You can stay alive .. but here I am, and you go …." Du Lingfei's days were spent in recent grief and suffering. He had lost weight, and often dreamed about the moment where Bai Xiaochun had returned, unshakable and determined. And then she left, a scene that made her cry and be tormented in pain.

As the mourning bell rang, echoing in all directions, rays of light shot towards the tombstone from all directions. Within them were the seven peak rulers, all the elders of the Spirit Stream Sect, and even the sect leaders. They were wearing black robes, and when they gathered near the tombstone, their expressions were those of mourning.

As for Li Qinghou, bitterness and self-deprecation filled his heart.

A while later, the sect leader started to speak, his voice calm and slow.

"Bai Xiaochun was an Outer Sect disciple of the Fragrant Cloud Peak in the Spirit Stream Sect. He was the scorching sun in the Dao of medicine, Chosen among the disciples. In his battle against the Luochen Clan, he killed many of Luochen's traitors, and sacrificed himself to save his friends. He was loyal to his sect, and gave his life in the most outstanding display of service. The disciples of the Spirit Stream Sect would remember his name for good! "

His voice was filled with sadness, and as his voice echoed, Du Lingfei's tears grew even more intense. Hou Yunfei, Big Fatty Zhang, and many others all cried.

"On this day, I granted Bai Xiaochun the title of Spirit Stream Sect Prestige disciple!" In response to the Sect Leader's words, countless disciples were shaken. To hear the term Prestige disciple left everyone moving.

That position was a peerless honor within the Spirit Stream Sect, and there was only one Prestige disciple within the sect in any generation. It was a position higher than the Inner Sect, and equivalent to the Legacy Echelon. The status of a Prestige disciple was given to the dead, whereas the Echelon Legacy was for the most powerful among the living.

Throughout the ten thousand year history of the Spirit Stream Sect, there were only nine disciples with such titles, each and every one of them had been bestowed with him after dying in the battle for the sect. Until now, there were now ten such disciples in the history of the sect.

No one present felt the honor was inappropriate. Bai Xiaochun had obtained it with his life.

"From the time he joined the sect until he sacrificed his life" continued the sect leader, "Bai Xiaochun never had a Master. After giving his life to the sect, I refused to let him roam alone in the underworld. Therefore, I will represent my dead teacher, Daoist Master Spiritsieve, to accept Bai Xiaochun as his disciple. For the next time, he can continue to pursue the great Dao in the underworld. ” In response to the sect leader's words, Li Qinghou nodded, pain flashing in his eyes as he looked at the tombstone.

"And now everyone .. will observe the moment of silence!" With that, the sect leader closed his eyes and lowered his head, just like all the other disciples did.

After a few breaths of time passed, the moment of silence ended. Du Lingfei could not hold back his feelings anymore, and began to wail.

At the same time that everyone was observing a moment of silence, back in the nameless mountains, Bai Xiaochun slowly opened his eyes and sneezed.