Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 513 I'll grant your wish (The End)

The disappearance of the martial arts alliance leader caused quite a stir in the martial arts world, and many sects sent disciples to Moshan Sect to search for him.

Unfortunately, the remains were never found, and Xiong Bufan extorted a large sum of money from them, claiming it was for damaging the reputation of the Mo Shan Sect.

Although the various sects had their suspicions, they did not go to Moshan Sect to investigate further.

They were also afraid that if the bodies weren't found, Mr. Mingjing would discover the bad things they had done, and then beat them up and throw them down the mountain.

The original owner's wish was fulfilled when Wang Hui died, but Xiong Bufan's health deteriorated, and he would cough up blood and saliva frequently.

His hair kept falling out, and he became bald at a young age; his eyebrows also turned white.

Xiong Bufan lay on the bed, his four disciples guarding his side. Mo Qiong was the most agitated, grabbing Xiong Bufan's hand, "Master, please don't die, okay?"

With a "slap," Xiong Bufan slapped Mo Qiong aside. "What do you mean 'die'? I'm perfectly fine."

Go find me something to eat.

Using the same familiar force, Mo Qiong asked, "Master, what would you like to eat?"

"I want roast chicken. Autumn pheasants are the fattest and most delicious. Hurry up and get me some." Considering something, Xiong Bufan added, "The more the better. Don't try to fool me with domesticated chickens."

Mo Qiong: "Yes, Master."

"Go quickly."

Mo Qiong ran out, and Yang Le looked at Xiong Bufan, then at Mo Qiong, and chose to stay where he was.

"Master, you have given me a second chance at life, Master~"

Xiong Bufan slapped Yang Le on the back of the head again, "Speak like a human being, I never gave birth to a fool like you."

Kongkong: "Bufan, the grace of being reborn is an exaggeration. Saying you are important does not mean that you gave birth to him."

"profound."

Xiong Bufan couldn't think of anything he had done to Yang Le, the only possible thing being that he brought him back from the border.

Yang Le knelt before the bed. His master taught him martial arts and how to navigate the world; he was the best person in the world to him.

Xiong Bufan was still not good at farewell scenes; in fact, she didn't know what to say, and she couldn't do anything sentimental.

"If you have nothing else to do, you can leave now. Go and prepare some food for me. I need some peace and quiet."

"Yes, Master."

The three disciples went out one after another, and Xiong Bufan remembered something else, "Mo Feng, Yang Feng, you two stay."

The two thought Xiong Bufan was going to give them a secret manual, so they happily went over, only to each get slapped.

Mo Qiong and Yang Le both got beaten up, so it would seem unfair of her not to fight back.

Xiong Bufan felt he was a good mentor because at least he treated everyone fairly.

"You all better behave yourselves, or I'll get up from the ground and kill you all. Get out of here."

Xiong Bufan's way of doing things is eccentric, and the two of them have gotten used to it.

After being slapped, Mo Feng and Lin Feng bowed respectfully and said, "Disciples take their leave."

"Ah."

Not long after the two left, Xiong Bufan was finally preparing to leave this world when he remembered something. After writing and drawing in a book, he finally left that world.

Mo Qiong has reached a position where she no longer needs to do many things herself, but she still went to the back mountain to catch two pheasants to take back, as a sign of her attitude towards her master.

The other junior disciples continued catching pheasants, and would bring them over once they were caught.

Yang Le stayed in the kitchen, preparing roasted mutton, afraid that his master would be dissatisfied and thus dislike him.

Mo Feng and Lin Feng felt a bit resentful after being kicked out, but since they knew they would only get beaten up if they kept knocking, they decided to stand guard at the door instead.

Wait for Mo Qiong and Yang Le to return with the food.

Yang Le hurriedly grilled the mutton and carried it to the door, where he found the other three people were also there. "Senior brother, senior sister, let's go in."

Mo Feng took the mutton from Yang Le's hand. "Let's go inside."

"Yes."

The woman on the bed had long since stopped breathing, and her claim of looking for food seemed to be a lie.

Mo Feng tossed the mutton aside and rushed over, calling out, "Master, Master!"

"Master, wake up, don't scare me."

"Master."

Xiong Bufan was still clutching a piece of paper in his hand. Mo Qiong gently unfolded the paper, but then cried even harder.

When the others saw the paper, they cried even harder.

The room was filled with weeping, while Xiong Bufan sat in the space watching the commotion.

Kongkong: "Bufan, why did they cry even harder after seeing the note?"

"Because they believe that people who are dying cannot lie. I have never looked down on them and have even encouraged them. I am their good teacher."

"Ok."

Using the main body is comfortable, there is no injury, and you don't have to worry about coughing up your internal organs.

Xiong Bufan grabbed some food and put it in his mouth, not feeling at all that there was anything wrong with watching his own funeral.

The various sects did not actually believe that Xiong Bufan was dead. Rather than believing he was dead, they were more convinced that the Mo Shan Sect was using the funeral to make money.

Or lure them up the mountain and then kill them.

It's not that they're judging others by their own petty standards; it's just that the Mo Shan Clan has always been greedy for money and has even extorted resources in order to make the Mo Shan Clan famous and powerful.

Therefore, when Xiong Bufan died, they only sent their less important disciples to attend the funeral; the sect leader and his personal disciples did not show up.

Only after the burial did they believe that Xiong Bufan was truly dead and that you hadn't lied to them, and they began sending messages back.

Mo Feng was not one to be trifled with either. He secretly wrote them all down in his notebook, planning to take revenge on them during the martial arts tournament.

It is Master's funeral now, so it is not appropriate to cause trouble.

Kongkong sat down next to Xiong Bufan again. "Bufan, what kind of world do you want to go to next?"

Xiong Bufan: "As long as there's enough food and drink, and no need to drag corpses around, that's fine."

This world is really exhausting!

"Okay, I'll search for it for you and ask the original owner about their wishes."

"Ah."

The funeral was proceeding smoothly, and the original owner's body was buried without any disturbance.

Many people in the martial arts world who had received favors from Xiong Bufan came to pay their respects. Those with money burned paper money, while those without money placed wildflowers on the grave.

Master Mingjing is the sword of Damocles for those in the martial arts world, and also a mirror to distinguish between good and evil.

Yang Le always remembered Xiong Bufan's words: after guarding the grave for three years, he would go down the mountain to travel and then go home to visit his family.

After guarding the tomb, Mo Qiong stayed in the sect and became an elder, assisting in the management of sect affairs.

Mo Feng had always been the acting sect leader, and now he has successfully taken over the position of sect leader.

After Xiong Bufan died, Lin Feng went down the mountain. He had learned enough martial arts and it was time for him to go home.

Xiong Bufan had anticipated all of this. After all, disciples can be good or bad, and she wouldn't ask for too much.

This all seemed like the best possible ending. Xiong Bufan stood up, grabbed some gold, and went to Lai Cai, saying, "Here, have some."

Xiong Bufan would not mistreat any living being in the space, except for the two mischievous little ginseng spirits.