I Am A Corpse Collector In The World Of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 6: Literature of Youthful Pain

On the third morning after Mo Fan's death, an extraordinary person arrived at Heaven Burial Mountain.

There was no ringing of the bell this time. Chen Shen was attracted by the commotion outside the house.

He pushed open the door and saw Ma Ru Hai fawning over another man.

The man was a handsome young man, dressed in luxurious silk and satin, with an extremely outstanding temperament, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, exuding a terrifying aura.

Chen Shen had never seen such extraordinary style in the inner disciples of the Wang City. There was only one possibility: this person was definitely someone of higher status than the inner disciples, or perhaps a true disciple?

And this young man, who seemed to be a true disciple, was holding a woman wearing a phoenix crown and a rosy robe.

The woman had an exquisite beauty, like a fairy descending to earth, but she had no vitality left, presumably already dead.

Chen Shen looked at the woman and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

As the two passed by his doorstep, Ma Ru Hai noticed Chen Shen coming out and gave him a fierce glare.

His gaze seemed to be warning him not to cause trouble this time!

Chen Shen ignored the other party's fierce warning and respectfully approached the distinguished person, saying, "Greetings, senior brother."

Ye Shuangman didn't react at all, seemingly immersed in her own world, and walked straight towards the depths of Heaven Burial Mountain.

As the person in charge of collecting corpses, Chen Shen should have followed along, and Ma Ru Hai, who liked to attach himself to important figures, followed suit.

After walking for two hours, when they crossed the burial ground of the inner disciples and arrived at an even sparser graveyard, Chen Shen finally confirmed that this was a noble true disciple.

"Senior brother, let me dig the grave for you." Ma Ru Hai enthusiastically stepped forward, but this time Ye Shuangman gently shook her head, showing some reaction.

Then, he took out a well-crafted crystal coffin from his storage ring and gently placed the woman inside.

Chen Shen and Ma Ru Hai watched from the side. Ye Shuangman didn't use force to dig the grave. After choosing a location, he personally dug the soil bit by bit.

This was the first time Chen Shen had witnessed such a scene in his past and present lives, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Love knows no reason, only deep affection."

"A scholar is still a scholar, spouting some ivory from his mouth." Ma Ru Hai glanced at Chen Shen with a slanted eye, his words containing both praise and sarcasm.

To please Ye Shuangman, he joined the team digging the soil. Although Chen Shen was reluctant, he eventually joined in as well, and this time the former did not refuse.

Time passed, and dusk was approaching.

The three of them finally dug a large pit, and Ye Shuangman gently stroked the coffin board before placing it in the pit.

"Ah." He let out a long sigh, and then the soil covered the coffin.

This time, Ye Shuangman didn't fill the grave with his hands, which relieved Chen Shen's anxiety.

But seeing the other person shovel a scoop of soil, look at the coffin, Chen Shen couldn't help but complain inwardly.

"You people in the cultivation world really know how to play." Chen Shen felt helpless.

Ye Shuangman filled the grave alone, which took several hours. In the meantime, Chen Shen squeezed a handful of soil into the pit.

When the starry sky descended.

With the grave completed, Ye Shuangman leaned against the tombstone, looking at the epitaph he had personally carved, touching it over and over again.

Finally, he turned his head and said the first words since arriving at Heaven Burial Mountain, "Do you have any wine?"

"Do you have any stories?" Chen Shen's heart surged, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ma Ru Hai was prepared and quickly said, while holding several jars of precious wine.

Ye Shuangman sat in front of the grave, took the wine jar, and took a big gulp, a hint of blush appearing on his face. "My name is Ye Shuangman, a true disciple of the Cangwu Immortal Sect. People usually like to call me Young Sect Master."

"So you're the Young Sect Master!" Ma Ru Hai was overjoyed and immediately paid his respects.

Ye Shuangman waved his hand and continued, "I have never done anything wrong in my life, never used my status to oppress others. It's just that when I was seventeen, I fell in love with a girl."

"Master Zong, Senior Ma, there are matters that I, as a junior disciple, need to attend to. I bid you farewell." Chen Shen didn't wait for the other party to finish the story before taking his leave.

Ye Shuangman didn't try to stop him, and Ma Ruhai became even happier.

After Chen Shen left, Ye Shuangman took a big gulp of wine and said, "Why don't you have a drink with me?"

"Then I won't be polite, Junior Brother." Ma Ruhai was delighted. He felt that this was a great opportunity, being able to drink with the young master.

Hmph, disciples of the Inner Sect of Zhen Dao Peak, just you wait. Ma Ruhai will settle the score with you.

Ye Shuangman seemed drunk, his eyes unfocused, as he began to tell his story:

That year, I accompanied my father to visit Yunhai Sect and saw her.

She was dancing like a butterfly in a sea of flowers, with long hair and a rosy face.

When my father arranged for me to marry her, I had the servants sprinkle flower seeds in the empty space in front of our house, creating an even larger flower sea.

Due to etiquette and status, I couldn't see her often, but I often visited her brother. They had a faint resemblance in their appearance and were both likable.

Her brother said she had read some secular books, and I said that was good, but he looked worried.

But I knew, I liked the girl who loved reading, who danced like a butterfly in the flower sea, the girl I couldn't see.

It had been so long since we last met, I was starting to forget what she looked like, but I still remembered my feelings for her.

Later, time passed, and our wedding day arrived.

I watched as my family's betrothal gifts were taken out, and a few days later, I watched as her dowry was brought in.

I looked around the house, afraid that she wouldn't like it. I went to the mortal realm, to that ordinary kingdom, and bought the most famous and valuable calligraphy and paintings, hanging them in our room.

She, who loved reading, might like them.

My father scolded me, saying I didn't understand romance, buying calligraphy and paintings that were decadent mortal things.

How would I know? I am the young master, with too many things to do, and I don't like reading. How could I understand these things?

But I have great talent. In the future, when I inherit my father, I will be the master of a sect. I can ensure her safety and happiness, make her the epitome of elegance, she can read, and I can practice swordsmanship, she can dance in the flower sea, and I can practice swordsmanship.

I went to meet her, feeling embarrassed on the way, afraid of being challenged by her family. Fortunately, my elder brother-in-law didn't give me a hard time, and the elders were kinder than me, even more anxious than me.

She wore a phoenix crown and a red veil, and her father-in-law led her out of Yunhai Sect.

She seemed a bit awkward, not moving at all. Was she as nervous as me? I learned many sweet words from my mother and told them all to her at night.

I sat straight on the horse, wondering if she would lift the curtain of the sedan chair and secretly look at me. I was anxious. We were about to leave the gate of Yunhai Sect, and my father's flying boat was parked at the foot of the mountain, but we took a detour and circled around the foot of the mountain.

It was said to be her idea.

Yes, when getting married, you have to make a grand announcement.

As I was thinking, we arrived at an unfamiliar outskirts, desolate mountains and wild ridges. Who would we tell about our happiness? Moreover, there was a grave ahead.

I felt it was ominous and urged the procession to move faster.

Then, for some reason, chaos broke out.

Later, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember how she ended up in front of the grave.

There was blood on the tombstone, and I rushed over without any suspicion, holding her in my arms.

Her face was covered in blood, rosy red, and her wedding dress was also bright red. She was a red fairy about to dissipate.

I no longer needed to suspect anything. On the day she married me, she chose to die with someone else.

She didn't enter my home, and I didn't have time to ask her if she liked the flower sea, if she liked calligraphy and paintings, if she liked me. She didn't recognize me, her love was fixed on someone else's tombstone, and so was mine.

The next day, Chen Shen found Ma Ruhai's body not far from where the woman in the phoenix crown and red veil was buried.

Ps: This story is not original and is borrowed from a VB blogger.

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