Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Jia Ren knelt in front of his mother's coffin as usual, doing his duty as a filial child to keep watch for her.    

As the sun set and the sky darkened, a robust figure slowly approached.    

This person, on the other hand, was Jia Tong's double. His code name was no longer important, what was important was that he was Jia Tong now.    

"Greetings, Patriarch!"    

The moment he entered the mourning hall, he discovered that his servants were all bowing to him with respect. This attracted the attention of all the other disciples of the family that were guarding the spirit gate.    

When Jia Tong left for a full day and night, they, who were originally worried, finally heaved a sigh of relief.    

"In the end, nothing happened, please bless our ancestors!" Among the crowd, some of the older generation family members sighed in their hearts.    

If they had to blame someone, they would have to blame themselves for instigating them. Now, they knew that Jia Zhenlin had been instigated to do such a thing.    

However, up until now, they had yet to find any information on the person behind the scenes. This made them feel extremely hesitant.    

"Dad, you're finally back! If you don't come back soon, I'll send someone to find you!" Seeing the appearance of Jia Tong's double, Jia Ren, who was already aware of the truth, was shocked, and immediately followed his usual reaction, acting out a drama that reached the sky.    

"Some things were delayed, and I came back a bit late. How was it? Dad was not at home, but was someone here to cause trouble?" Jia Tong used a loud and clear voice to answer Jia Ren.    

The voice was exactly the same as Jia Tong's. If not for Wu Hao's reminder, he probably would not have been able to see through the other party's true identity.    

"Dad, don't worry, no one is here to cause trouble!" Jia Ren endured the nausea and replied to him in this manner, but in his heart he secretly made up his mind. When this matter was resolved, he would definitely beat the other party up heavily.    

"It's good that you're fine. Your father still wants to prepare a funeral for your mother. Continue guarding here …" Jia Tong said as he bowed three times in front of Duan Xue's coffin, then turned and left.    

Just as the other party was about to leave,'s eyes suddenly exploded with killing intent as his fists clenched tightly.    

"Little Fatty, don't be so excited! This person won't be here for long!"    

It was also at this time that Wu Hao's familiar voice sounded by his ear.    

After Jia Ren heard his words, he immediately calmed down and observed the situation in the mourning hall, but in his heart, he secretly became more determined.    

"Jia Yi, don't fall into my hands, it's best if you don't fall into my hands. My fat grandpa will let you experience what is called living rather than death!"    

The hatred for his mother was irreconcilable.    

It was impossible for him to forget this grudge …    

At this time, in the room Wu Hao temporarily stayed in, he sat on the bed with his legs crossed, the Spirit Qi around his body, he looked like he was training, but in reality, his soul consciousness was being released, allowing him to view everything in the Jia family.    

At this moment, the servant from the Jia Clan was constantly monitoring his every move.    

Because of this, he didn't have a chance to leave the room and could only pretend to be cultivating behind closed doors.    

However, he was controlling the development of the situation behind this illusion.    

As the night fell, two masked men in black appeared on the rooftop of Jia Residence. With a few flashes, they appeared in front of Jia family guard Captain Jia Fan.    

When Jia Fan saw that there were two masked men in black who had suddenly appeared, he thought they were his comrades from last night.    

Just as he was about to take out the saber at his waist, an incomparably tyrannical pressure instantly pressed down on him, preventing him from even moving his fingers.