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"Master..."

Confirming that Yun Potian was truly dead, Tang Ming cried out in anguish.

"Ah!"

After a long while, a sigh echoed.

"Master, couldn’t you stop Second Master either?"

Tang Ming, tears streaming down his face, looked up at Tang Cha.

"Child! You need to understand what they mean by ’good people don’t live long, but evildoers live a thousand years.’"

Tang Cha gave a bitter smile, looking admiringly at Yun Potian: "Brother Yun was a hero of his era, unyielding to the end. Amidst his enmities, no one could intervene. I thought perhaps as his disciple you might ease his burdens, but I underestimated Brother Yun’s grandeur."

"Why did it have to be this way?"

Tang Ming shouted in confusion.

"Because that’s Yun Potian. To him, reputation and dignity are more important than life itself. If it were me, I would certainly have let you take the lead for me, but he is different; he is a true hero."

Tang Cha sighed and comforted, "Don’t be saddened; to him, being able to strike down his foe is the culmination of a flawless end, a death worth honoring."

"But in the end, he still died. What in this world is more important than being alive? Why did it have to be this way?"

Tears fell unchecked as Tang Ming felt the agony seizing him.

"Kid, didn’t you risk your life to save Liu Mengting back then?"

Tang Cha stared at Tang Ming with a solemn expression: "Brother Yun was also a person troubled by emotions, and the betrayal by friends and lovers was an affront worse than death to him. He lived until now driven solely by vengeance, so when I heard that Li Miaokong was coming, I had a foreboding feeling, but didn’t foresee..."

Hearing Tang Cha’s words, Tang Ming understood somewhat and yet was confused, but things had reached this point, and aside from sorrow, there was nothing else he could do. Maybe, as Tang Cha said, good people don’t live long, but evildoers can live a thousand years.

Heroes throughout history are mostly tragic, while villains often appear carefree. Perhaps Yun Potian’s decision was correct!

When Tang Ming returned to the sect holding Yun Potian’s corpse, the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect was engulfed in mourning, especially Li Xiaoli who cried out upon seeing Yun Potian’s body and fainted on the spot.

Though Li Xiaoli didn’t bear the title of disciple to Yun Potian, she always received his affection and guidance deeper than any teacher-student relationship, having long regarded Yun Potian as an elder. She never expected such a tragedy to occur.

Tang Ming instructed everyone not to tell Mu Zixin about Yun Potian’s fall. Mu Zixin was now pregnant, with delivery not far off; any stress affecting the fetus would be troublesome.

Immediately, Tang Ming and Sun Zhuangjia, despite their grief, handled Yun Potian’s funeral, both shrouded in mourning cloths as Yun Potian’s children, holding a funeral ceremony. The entire Heavenly Martial Poison Sect donned mourning clothes to bid Yun Potian farewell.

Yun Potian was buried at the highest mountain peak of Riyang Peak, where he could overlook the sect located below, becoming the first fallen supreme powerhouse of the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect.

Fearing that Mu Zixin would hear the news, Tang Ming dared not let anyone strike up a musical tribute, so everyone solemnly and respectfully buried Yun Potian.

Thus ended the legend of a remarkable figure, the martial arts myth Yun Potian. It was an unforeseen event for everyone.

Martial arts forces, already eyeing the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect with envy, were ecstatic upon hearing Yun Potian’s death!

In their eyes, the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect had only two problematic figures, Yun Potian and Tang Haicang. They were powerful together, and no force had the confidence to handle them alone.

But now that Yun Potian was dead, the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect became a force equal to other peak powers.

In terms of overall power, even with Tang Haicang at the helm, the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect’s foundation was unstable and lacked successors, ranking last among major forces and no longer formidable.

Originally planning a joint action against them, the major forces began experiencing disagreements due to Yun Potian’s death.

Though joint action had a higher likelihood of success, the division of benefits after the event would be significantly reduced. Thus, acting alone seemed more practical.

The Mo Family and the Ancient Tang Sect, who had coveted the Son of Sunken Star, had already planned a summit of peak powers to discuss how to seize Heavenly Martial Poison Sect, but upon hearing of Yun Potian’s death, the Ancient Tang Sect immediately declared they would handle Heavenly Martial Poison Sect alone and needed no help from others.

In the martial arts world, while others feared the Thousand Evil Poison Technique, the Ancient Tang Sect was not concerned!

Though Tang Haicang’s strength is formidable, as a descendant of the Ancient Tang Sect, his cultivation of the Thousand Evil Poison Technique was powerful, but against the Ancient Tang Sect poison cultivators, its potency is significantly limited. If someone could hold Tang Haicang in check, the Son of Sunken Star would have no ability to resist.

In the days following Yun Potian’s fall, Tang Ming and Sun Zhuangjia remained at the grave, paying respects, having neither eaten nor drunk.

At the entrance of the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect’s main hall, Su Xiaoxi, Zhou Xiaoqian, and others anxiously watched the distant summit, where Yun Potian was buried and Tang Ming and Sun Zhuangjia were mourning.

"Sister Xiaoxi, they’ve been up there for days and nights now, and haven’t eaten any of what was sent up; if this continues, it will be unbearable for them."

Zhou Xiaoqian looked at Su Xiaoxi with concern.

"Ah! I have no way either!"

Su Xiaoxi sighed in helplessness: "Tang Ming always valued those around him greatly. For women like you and me, he could risk his life, but this time he watched helplessly as Second Master died tragically. This is a pain we cannot comprehend."

"What should we do then? Is there no one who can persuade him?"

Zhou Xiaoqian worriedly looked into the distance: "We must think of a way to help him out of his grief."

"There are! Three people who can help him out of his current state, one of them is Elder Tang Cha."

Su Xiaoxi squinted her eyes, sighing sullenly: "Since Elder Yun’s fall, Elder Tang Cha has been drinking away his sorrows, and has no mind to care for Tang Ming!"

"Although Elder Tang Cha and Elder Yun have often been at odds, their relationship is actually very good, with a sort of mutual admiration."

Zhou Xiaoqian nodded, also with a look of helplessness: "Now that Elder Yun has departed, Elder Tang Cha might be more saddened than Tang Ming. Who else besides Elder Tang Cha can comfort Tang Ming?"

"Mu Zixin! Mother’s honor through the child, now that Mu Zixin is pregnant, no matter how sad Tang Ming is, he would certainly prevent anything from happening to Mu Zixin."

Su Xiaoxi explained.

"This... probably won’t work either!"

Zhou Xiaoqian’s face froze: "The whole sect knows the relationship between Elder Yun, Mu Zixin, and Li Xiaoli was the closest. Now, Li Xiaoli is pretending to smile each day with Mu Zixin, fearing she might learn the truth and her pregnancy would be affected.