235: Chapter 235 Funeral

Hua Caili nodded:

"Sixteen. He kept half and asked me to hand over the other half to the Martial Artists who fought to the death for Minglu Planet."

Qu Yanran opened her mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

Sixteen!

From a Tier 4 Starlight Grass!

No, at that time, the Starlight Grass was still Tier 4.

But that's still terrifying, okay?!

"This kid... he's too bold..." Qu Yanran murmured.

Hua Caili gave a soft chuckle:

"Indeed."

Qu Yanran looked at those eight crystals and suddenly thought of something, looking up at Hua Caili:

"Princess, what did you talk to Lin Yun about just now? Why did it take so long?"

Hua Caili said calmly:

"I told him that if he reaches Qilin Planet within three years, I would introduce him to a marriage match."

"A marriage match?" Qu Yanran was stunned. "Who?"

"Liuli."

Qu Yanran was dazed for a moment.

Then, she got anxious.

"Princess! Princess Liuli is so perfect, so cute, how can she get married!"

She had a face full of reluctance:

"Besides, Lin Yun... although he has talent, but... but Princess Liuli is the Empire's most noble princess! I feel like no one is worthy of little cutie Liuli!"

Hua Caili looked at her, her tone calm:

"Without Cultivating, one's lifespan is only a hundred years. Even if one uses Heaven And Earth Treasures to prolong life, how much longer can they live?"

Qu Yanran opened her mouth, unable to say anything.

Hua Caili continued:

"Besides, I said it's just an introduction. Ultimately, it depends on Liuli's own wishes."

Qu Yanran was silent for a moment and sighed:

"Alright..."

She glanced at the crystals on the ground, then at Hua Caili, and whispered:

"But little cutie Liuli is really so cute... I can't bear it..."

Hua Caili ignored her and turned to look out the window.

Outside the window, Minglu Planet floated quietly in space, with blue oceans and green continents, beautiful and serene.

But Hua Caili knew that this planet had almost been destroyed.

Fortunately, someone discovered the Starlight Grass in advance.

Fortunately, she arrived in time.

Fortunately...

Everything was still in time.

...

The next day.

Minglu Planet, Yunan City.

A fine rain drifted in the sky, and the entire city was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

The memorial funeral was held in the central square of Yunan City.

On the square, fourteen coffins were placed side by side, covered with the Empire's national flag.

In front of the coffins were flowers and funeral portraits.

In the portraits, the people were old or young, male or female, but every one of them had a smile on their face.

They were the Tier 4 powerhouses of Minglu Planet.

During this crisis, they fought to the death to hold back the Starlight Grass, winning a chance of survival for Minglu Planet until the reinforcements from the Imperial Star arrived.

Fourteen people had fallen.

The square was packed with people.

There were Martial Artists, commoners, the elderly, and children.

Everyone wore plain clothes with white flowers pinned to their chests, their faces filled with sorrow.

The Governor stood on the high platform, his voice hoarse:

"Today, we are here to bid farewell to fourteen heroes."

"They protected our home with their lives."

"They exchanged their hot blood for our survival."

"They are the pride of Minglu Planet, the pride of the Empire."

"Their names will be forever engraved in the history of Minglu Planet and forever remembered in our hearts."

"May the heroes rest in peace."

The Governor bowed deeply.

Everyone in the audience bowed at the same time.

Lin Yun stood in the crowd, his head lowered, his heart full of respect.

He didn't know a single one of those fourteen powerhouses.

But he knew that if they hadn't fought to the death to hold back the Starlight Grass, Minglu Planet wouldn't have lasted until the Ninth Princess arrived.

It wouldn't have lasted.

He looked up at the fourteen funeral portraits and said silently in his heart:

Seniors, have a safe journey.

Minglu Planet has me.

After the funeral ended, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Just as Lin Yun was about to leave, Principal Yang Qi called out to him.

"Lin Yun."

Lin Yun turned and saw Principal Yang Qi walking over, holding a box.

"Principal."

Principal Yang Qi walked up to him and handed him the box:

"This is for you."

Lin Yun took it and opened it to look.

A piece of plant essence crystal, weighing dozens of catties, emitting a faint blue light.

Its value was over ten billion.

Lin Yun quickly declined:

"Principal, this is too precious, I can't accept it."

Principal Yang Qi waved his hand:

"Take it. The Ninth Princess gave it; each of us who participated in the battle received some. I still have plenty."

Lin Yun wanted to say more, but Principal Yang Qi had already turned to leave.

After a few steps, he turned back and said:

"Lin Yun, Cultivate well. The future of Minglu Planet depends on you young people."

Having said that, he walked away without looking back.

Lin Yun looked at the box in his hand, feeling a bit guilty.

He had a whole pile in his ring...

Principal Yang Qi walked a few steps and suddenly turned back again, looking at Lin Yun:

"Lin Yun."

Lin Yun looked up.

Principal Yang Qi smiled:

"Don't think too much. In this crisis, if you hadn't discovered the Starlight Grass in advance, the fate of Minglu Planet would definitely not be like it is now."

He paused:

"You did very well."

Lin Yun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to speak.

Principal Yang Qi waved his hand and turned to leave.

Lin Yun stood where he was, watching his back, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

This crisis was very, very big.

So big that it almost destroyed a planet.

But it was also very, very small.

So small that only fourteen people died.

Fourteen people...

For a planet with a population of over ten billion, it was indeed very small.

But for those fourteen families, it was...

Lin Yun put the box into his Space Ring.

He turned and walked toward Su Yingxue and the others.

Behind him, the fine rain continued.

The sky was grey.

But Lin Yun knew that the sun would always come out.

...

This year's Hunting Competition ended just like that.

No closing ceremony, no award ceremony.

The fall of the fourteen powerhouses left the entire Minglu Planet shrouded in sorrow.

But life must go on, and the days must be lived.

Lin Yun's name spread throughout the entire Minglu Planet.

From Tianshui Prefecture to Yunan Prefecture, from Qingchuan Prefecture to Pingling Prefecture, everyone was talking about this young man who changed the competition's landscape by himself, discovered the Star-Devouring Creature, and was summoned alone by the Ninth Princess.

Twenty-three years old, Sixth-Grade False Core (on the surface), Micro-Realm, Ninth-Grade Golden Core secret technique, Fertility Holy Body...

Every label was enough for ordinary people to look up to for a lifetime.

And this person was still continuing to grow.

...

It had been a few days since returning to Tianshui City.

Life had returned to its former tranquility.

The Lin Family Manor was still lively, with children's laughter, crying, and playing filling every corner.

The ten wives each performed their duties; some took care of the children, some Cultivated, and some were busy arranging "new sisters" for Lin Yun.

Everything was so beautiful.

This morning, Lin Yun opened his eyes.

Su Yingxue was sleeping soundly in his arms, her breathing even, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, not knowing what sweet dream she was having.

Her long hair was scattered, her skin as white as jade, and her cheeks had a faint blush.

Beside him, Shen Youqing was curled into a ball, nestled on his left side.

Wu Qingya was sleeping on her side, with one leg draped over Su Yingxue.

Lin Qianxi was lying face down at the foot of the bed, with half her body hanging off.

Zhao Qingyue and Chen Yuwei were hugging each other, sleeping in an intimate posture.

Qiao Shiyu and Bai Lulu were lying side by side, their hands still held together, refusing to let go even while asleep.

In last night's human pyramid game, the two of them...

Qiao Feifei was huddled in a corner, holding a pillow in her arms, sleeping sprawled out.

Wen Yan was sleeping by the edge of the bed, one arm draped over her forehead, her breathing steady.

Ten figures, ten types of charm.