Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Right when everything was coming back to life, the Jia family was already in an uproar.    

A group of luxurious carriages majestically headed toward the east of the city.    

Today, the little fatty was preparing to go to her mother's grave to pay his respects. The entire clan's direct line of descent had come.    

Wu Hao and the rest were also amongst them.    

That matter was handled by him back then. After so many years had passed, it was time to untie this knot.    

Therefore, he wanted to take this opportunity to untie the knot in their hearts.    

This memorial service might be the best opportunity.    

If they were to miss this chance, it was unknown if they would still have a chance in this life.    

Hundreds of years had passed.    

Weeds grew all over the grave. Thankfully, Fatty was relieved to find that her mother's grave wasn't in ruins. Furthermore, there were traces of paper, candles, and treasures on it.    

This meant that there had always been people paying respects to them throughout these years.    

Jia Yi, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, looked at the grave in front of him, his expression filled with sadness.    

A single mistake could spell the end of a lifetime of mistakes.    

He couldn't even forgive himself, much less his big brother Jia Ren!    

After the incense was lit, the older one took the lead to offer sacrifice. The first was Jia Tong who acted as his husband to pay his respects, pouring tea and pouring water.    

Originally, as a cultivator, it was rare to see someone dying like a lamp with no light.    

However, today was different.    

Everyone had come for Jia Ren alone.    

"Xue'er, Darling has come to see you. Are you alright if you enter the netherworld again?" "It was my bad, husband, and I couldn't protect you. If I wasn't so stubborn, you wouldn't have died. I've let you down …"    

Jia Tong stood in front of the grave with a sorrowful look on his face. Thinking back to everything that had happened, he felt a kind of guilt in his heart.    

Duan Xue was his wife, and because of her clan's bloodline, she was born with the ability of prediction.    

That year, when Jia Yi tried to control the Jia Family and poisoned the tea, First Lady predicted his actions and tried to stop him.    

But Jia Tong insisted, it was impossible for the poison to be in the tea, in order to prove himself, Duan Xue stupidly drank the poison, and in the end, died.    

Only later did he realize that the reason she drank the poisoned tea was to save him.    

If he did not drink it, Jia Tong would have drunk it, thus Duan Xue used his own life to save his own.    

This was a blessing that he would never be able to gain through his three lifetimes of cultivation.    

He couldn't bear to look back. When he looked back, tears were already streaming down his face.    

Behind him, the Jia family members kneeled down and kowtowed to Jia Yi to atone for their sins.    

These people were all descendants of Jia Yi.    

If their ancestor had not been forgiven by Jia Ren back then, they would not be here today.    

"Father, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"    

At this time, Jia Yi also kneeled down, and kowtowed to his father Jia Tong and his mother's grave.    

Upon closer inspection, his face was filled with regret.    

Jia Tong sighed. It had already been so many years, he originally thought that he could let go of this matter, but today, it seems that he cannot.    

"Aunt, Yi'er has let you down. I've harmed you, so I shouldn't have done such a heartless and unscrupulous thing. I'm sorry for bullying my teacher to exterminate our ancestors …" Sorry... "Sorry …"    

Perhaps he had truly repented, and his expression was filled with sincerity. His actions had moved everyone, and at the same time, Jia Ren.    

Actually, no one present knew about it.    

Jia Yi had repented long ago.    

The majority of the incense paper and candles in front of the grave had actually been left behind by him during the past few hundred years.    

If Duan Xue knew, she would forgive for her piety.    

After all, in people's lives, who would not be at fault? It was just that Jia Yi's fault was too big, making it difficult to forgive.