Chapter 270 – Keeping Vigil Beside The Coffin (1/2)

Chu Jingtian punched himself and said in surprise, “the Master that you’re talking about, isn’t he bro Ye? How did he manage to send us here? You must know why, right?”

Cold Cliff pulled his clothes. He was sitting there and saying coldly, “don’t ask something which you’re not supposed to ask. Master will tell us when it’s time.”

Cold Cliff was as shocked as Chu Jingtian. He had experienced transmigration in just seconds. In front of him, these two old people were calling Ye Wuchen their “Master”. This implied to them that Ye Wuchen had a kind of power that’s still unknown to them.

Chu Jingtian mumbled for a while, then he sat down quietly and started asking something insignificant, “Grandpa, and…Grandma, may I know how I should call you?”

“Haha…just call me Da Cong.” Said the old man, who pointed at the old lady, “and you may call her Cong Hua.” (In Chinese, it means ‘chopped green onion’.)

Chu Jingtian refused quickly “no no, no way…you’re Seniors. How is it possible I call you that?”

“You’re both friends of Master, our dear guests. Just feel free.”

“Well…then I’d call you Grandpa Da Cong, and Grandma Cong Hua.” The two old people seemed even older than Chu Jingtian’s grandfather. And their names Da Cong and Cong Hua were really worse than his nickname, Da Niu.

The real name of the old man was Yan Qinghong. The old lady’s name was Yan Qingping after their marriage. They happened to be the most aged people on the bottom of the Duanhun Cliff, and they were even a generation older than Yan Tianwei. Although they looked old, they had overwhelming power. Down below the Duanhun Cliff, the people of the Northern Emperor Sect did not have many wishes. They spent all the time practicing and training. Their power and capacity were much higher than the other ‘Northern Emperor Sect’ that appeared as arrogant and impure. In the sect, the two old people’s power was only lower than that of Yan Tianwei. Also, there has been an ongoing rumor about Yan Tianwei, who had the purest blood of the Northern Emperor Sect, obtained a God-level power. And if Yan Qinghong and Yan Qingping united, even Yan Tianwei had to be cautious.

While they were observing Cold Cliff and Chu Jingtian, they were pretty amazed. They were at a relatively young age to have come to this level. Especially the tough guy who’s wearing a sword. They were sure that these two young people had an extraordinary background.

The time slowly passed. The Sky was becoming darker. Cold Cliff, at this time, was having mixed feelings. The idea of burying his mother next to Feng Chaoyang was initially a tough call, but he was feeling unbelievably calm at the moment. Ye Wuchen successfully reassured him and gave me trust. In just two days, he felt much stronger this way.

Someone opened the wooden door, and the old woman came in, “come, I’ve got everything ready.”

The Sky was filled with grey clouds. There were no stars. Cold Cliff headed West with Chu Jingtian and the old couple. The ground was rough, but he was trying to stay balanced. It’s all for the sake of his poor mother.

After walking for a long time, they reached where they needed to be. Cold Cliff kept his eyes sharp even during the dark, and spotted immediately a massive crowd of people less than 100 meters away.

The old couple didn’t seem to have discovered anything. They kept their footsteps steady. At this moment, Cold Cliff saw a few beams of light coming toward them. Suddenly, the old man took out something from his pocket slowly, a something in dark red flashed in the night, and disappeared almost instantly.

“Grandpa Da Cong, Grandma Cong Hua, is it the graveyard of Feng Chaoyang in front of us? We will be found. Maybe we should get rid of these people first?” Chu Jingtian asked seriously.

Cold Cliff pulled him and shook his head. Yan Qinghong reassured him, “don’t worry, they’re one of us.”

“One of us?” Chu Jingtian was dumbfounded.

Sure enough, when they stepped in, those people carrying spears and in heavy armor didn’t even look at them, they just completely ignored them. Chu Jingtian was surprised, so he went forward to shake the person in front of him, only to find out that his eyes didn’t even roll a bit. Then, he pinched the person’s face and mumbled, “it’s weird…it’s not a statue…”

The guard whose face was pinched was feeling uncomfortable, and had the urge of stabbing Chu Jingtian.

Translations by AsianHobbyist Website