cemetery

"Are you talking about all the Disciples?" Jue Wuya asked in surprise. Summoning all the Disciples would cause Shadow to collapse immediately.

Qin Ming nodded affirmatively and confirmed, "Yes, all Disciples. Just leave the personnel in charge of purchasing spirit plants and selling Medicinal Pills. All direct Disciples of the Huayu Sect must be summoned back."

The personnel responsible for purchasing spirit plants and selling Medicinal Pills were not direct Disciples of the Huayu Sect; usually, such minor tasks were left to the Huayu Sect's peripheral staff.

These peripheral staff members were all recruited freelance Martial Artists.

"Rest assured, this summoning of Disciples won't take long." Qin Ming patted Jue Wuya on the shoulder and said.

He knew what Jue Wuya was worried about. The current Shadow was not like it used to be; now, Shadow covered almost the entire Great Xia Kingdom, and even beyond the borders of the Great Xia Kingdom, a few Branches had been established.

This was all thanks to the help of the Cloud-Chasing Sparrow. If it hadn't been for its message delivery, Shadow could not have developed so rapidly.

Jue Wuya nodded. He was worried both that the Huayu Sect Disciples would be ambushed and killed, and that Shadow would be ruined from then on.

He had poured a great deal of effort into building Shadow; he could not let such a massive organization collapse just because of two Martial Emperors.

One week later, all the Disciples of the Huayu Sect arrived at the Secret Realm.

They were able to return in such a short time thanks to ten King-rank Magical Beasts.

In the Secret Realm, on the martial arts practice field, the Disciples stood in rows beneath the High Platform, gazing intensely at Qin Ming, who stood upon it.

"Greetings, Sect Master." The voices rang out loudly from those standing below the platform.

Qin Ming smiled and nodded. There were now two hundred and two Huayu Sect Disciples here. From their eyes, one could see that they loved the Sect with all their hearts.

"We haven't held a gathering like this for a long time, and many Disciples haven't seen me in a long time. I am very happy to see all of you gathered here today. I am very gratified by your growth."

The Disciples' eyes lit up, and their expressions were full of pride.

"However, I have some unfortunate news to tell you. Ten of our Huayu Sect Disciples have been murdered and have left us." Qin Ming's voice was low and resonant, echoing throughout the martial arts practice field.

The Disciples lowered their heads, and faint sounds of weeping could be heard. They were all youths from the same village who had relied on each other for survival since the village suffered a great upheaval. Now that ten familiar companions had suddenly died, and thinking that they would never see them again, sorrow welled up in their hearts.

"I summoned you back this time, firstly to give you some things, and secondly, and most importantly, to properly bury them." Qin Ming waved his hand, and a Servant uncovered the white cloths nearby, revealing the remains to everyone.

Seeing the remains, the sound of weeping grew louder, and the entire air was filled with sadness.

"Place them in the coffins!" Qin Ming shouted, and the Servants lifted the remains into the coffins nearby, placing them in carefully.

The Disciples walked spontaneously to the coffins, gazing at them.

An hour later, Qin Ming waved his hand, took one last look at the remains, and said, "Bury them."

In the Secret Realm, there was a spacious open area that Qin Ming used as a mausoleum.

Although the land in the Secret Realm was exceptionally precious, he was still willing to set aside a portion of it to serve as the final resting place for those who had contributed to the Qin Family and the Huayu Sect.

Buried in the Secret Realm, Qin Ming and the members of the Qin Family could come to pay their respects every year.

Everyone carried the coffins and walked slowly towards the mausoleum.