章 48: Mourning
Without a choice in the matter, Min Jang-Ryung accepted my conditions and quickly departed with the remaining Violet Dawn clan members he had brought with him.
Pyo Kang was asleep, the executives were too tired and scared to do anything for at least a few hours, and Pyo Yong... was dead.
I sat alone on the charred wooden floor of the cult leader building, I hadn't the strength to gather the bodies yet and give them a proper Jianghu funeral.
But this entire day showed me one thing, one key reason as to why I was here...
I had not yet given up my attachments to the world, I still cared about those who I had spent an extended amount of time with. Pyo Yong's death only proved this to be true.
The Other Side had sent me back to redo this life of mine because I made a mistake in judgement. Just because there's nothing left to be attached to doesn't mean that I've given up my attachments.
But giving up my attachments isn't something I want to do; the Other Side can kiss my ass if it thinks I'll willingly give up my attachments to transcend death.
There must be another way to reach the Other Side without giving up attachments, how else would those not from the Mount Song Sect have made it there? The question was how, as five millennia wasn't enough time to find an answer to the question.
No, what am I thinking? I shouldn't be focusing on how to reach the Other Side right now. I have a burial and a bonfire to start...
As the crackling of wood echoed through the burnt down headquarters, and the sound of feet shuffling on the black, soot covered stone floor that was once was a lustrous grey and shined in the sunlight, a pile of bodies began to grow with each passing minute.
The dead members of the Demon Dragon Cult piled up near the lone flame left in the headquarters, their blood mixing and forming a crimson red puddle that seeped out from the base of the pile.
I had been tossing bodies onto this pile for what felt like hours, but the number of bodies seemed to stay the same. But there was one body that I was saving for last, a lone body in the center of the clearing with its severed head on a spear dug into the ground behind it.
The death of someone you considered to be family is, and will always be, painful. And it is for such a reason why you must treat the death of a friend with the same honor and respect you would for your family.
Pyo Yong would not receive the simple cremation that those from Jianghu normally receive. Pyo Yong would be the last to be buried, and he would be buried in a place where nobody would disturb him.
Only one place was fit for such a burial, a place where only those honored throughout the world in the future were allowed to be buried.
The peak of what will be known as the last mountain to stand tall, and the tallest mountain in human history; Mount Everest.
At first Mount Everest was a tourist attraction for humanity to test their limits against. But as time went on and the mountains around the world slowly disappearing because of mining a war, the bodies left dead on Mount Everest were seen to be those who died bravely.
Soon after Mount Everest was the last mountain standing, only those who were respected internationally were allowed to climb the mountain or be buried there when it was their time to die.
And such is where I would bury Pyo Yong's body, at the peak of Mount Everest, leaving a grave for those in the future to remember when the peak of the mountain will be recorded for the first time.
Before I could do that however, Pyo Kang would need to be awake to guard the executives, and the remaining dead bodies would need to be added to the pile.
"If he wasn't going to be such a useful pawn in the future, I would have killed him right then and there. I'll make sure he pays dearly in the future..." I muttered under my breath as I dragged two more bodies onto the pile.
With Pyo Kang out cold and the executives unable to move, I could speak whatever I wished to the wind without a soul hearing my words. It was relaxing, but no matter how relaxed it made me feel, the pit of despair remained in my chest.
But this apparently was not so, as I was grabbing the next body to throw onto the pile, a hand was placed on my shoulder.
"Leader, no Ryu Il, let us carry out the rest of the funeral for our dead comrades. You should take Pyo Kang to help bury Pyo Yong's body in whichever way you two see fit."
Bae Suk had been the only one of the executives able to swallow his emotions and move forward. There really was something special about him, maybe, just maybe.
"Thank you, Bae Suk..." I replied with a warm voice, handing the dead cultist's body to him before walking over to the slumbering Pyo Kang.
Despite being asleep, Pyo Kang was clearly distressed from the nightmares he was surely having. He might have been present to see his brother die, he was forced to watch as just about everyone around him died a gruesome death.
And worst of all, he had to endure that pain, and the pain of losing an arm all at once. Such agony would be enough to bring even the most pessimistic warriors to their knees.
With a slight nudge I forced Pyo Kang to awake, "Pyo Kang, it's time to bury your brother."
Only one word escaped from Pyo Kang's mouth after he regained his consciousness, "No."
"Pyo Kang, he must be buried if you want to respect him. Do you want to bury him yourself, or do you want me to bury him for you whilst you grieve?"
Pyo Kang, still groggy from his slumber and his evident sorrow, stood up and trudged his way to Pyo Yong's body, uttering only one word to me before doing so.
"Myself."
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