Chapter 113: An Old Acquaintance from the Past, the Purple Mansion Holy Lord Come to My Room Tonight
Chapter 113 An Old Acquaintance from the Past, the Purple Mansion Holy Lord Come to My Room Tonight
The Dao discourse reached its end, and the Yaoguang Saint Son gracefully returned to his seat.
Only Chen Changsheng remained standing alone in the center of the grand palace.
At this moment, not a single Heavenly Talent present possessed the audacity to challenge Chen Changsheng.
Seeing this absolute submission, Jiang Bufan smiled and slowly descended from the sovereign seat.
“Hahaha!”
“Truly, dragons emerge from the youth! It has been an age since this old man witnessed such a breathtaking clash of the Dao.”
“This Profound Yellow Mother Gold rightfully belongs to you, little friend.”
“Many thanks to the Holy Lord.”
Chen Changsheng accepted the offered golden page, a brilliant, seemingly innocent smile spreading across his face.
“The hour grows late, and several of our young friends have exhausted their Spiritual Essence. We shall commence the next phase of the Heavenly Talent Assembly tomorrow.”
“Additionally, I would like to invite you, little friend, to a private pavilion to admire the moon. I hope you will grace me with your presence tonight.”
Leaving those words hanging in the air, Jiang Bufan handed Chen Changsheng a jade slip engraved with a spiritual marker, then turned and departed.
The crowd felt no shock witnessing the Kunlun Holy Land extend an olive branch.
After all, every sect hungered to reel in a heaven-defying monster like Chen Changsheng.
However, the scene that immediately followed shattered everyone’s composure.
“Come to my chambers tonight.”
The Purple Mansion Holy Lord tossed this freezing command at Chen Changsheng, then turned on her heel and vanished.
The entire hall: “…”
This is completely shameless!
Even if his talent pierces the heavens, there is a gap of seven or eight centuries between you two!
If you really do such a thing, our Dao hearts won’t be able to bear it!
Immediately after, the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Hateless Pavilion, the Langya Pavilion…
Every single first-rate sovereign power hurled their own invitations at Chen Changsheng, all aggressively demanding a private audience this very night.
Subjected to this suffocating treatment, Chen Changsheng voiced his absolute displeasure.
“Are you all deliberately conspiring to smother me at the exact same hour?”
“Do you expect me to forgo sleep entirely? My skin will wrinkle if I exhaust myself like this.”
Hearing Chen Changsheng flaunt his supreme desirability, the remaining cultivators violently rolled their eyes before storming out of the hall.
Swish!
Before his complaints could even settle, Wan Yan Yue and the other two abruptly manifested at his side.
“Cousin, since your nights are in such high demand, you can accompany us during the day.”
Without waiting for a response, Song Yuanshan and Zuo Xinghe clamped onto his arms and forcibly dragged him away.
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Within the Eastern Wasteland pavilion.
Chen Changsheng silently savored a cup of fragrant spirit tea. Zuo Xinghe and the other two shifted restlessly, burning with questions yet paralyzed by hesitation.
Seeing their internal struggle, Chen Changsheng sighed. “Xinghe, you speak first. You look like you’re about to burst from the weight of a thousand-year-old question.”
Given permission, Zuo Xinghe hurriedly stepped forward. “Sir, my Imperial Father, he…”
“He is dead. I buried him with my own two hands.”
Chen Changsheng mercilessly cut the man off before he could finish.
“The Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land harbors no profound secrets to immortality; however, it offers endless paths to a gruesome death.”
“The fact that I still draw breath today has absolutely nothing to do with that cursed soil.”
Receiving this blunt truth, Zuo Xinghe merely offered a bitter smile and swallowed his remaining words.
Centuries ago, he had uncovered the hidden ties between the Night Moon Country and Chen Changsheng, but Wan Yan Yue and Song Yuanshan had guarded the man’s whereabouts with absolute silence.
A millennium had ground away, yet Chen Changsheng’s mortal vessel remained entirely untouched by the ravages of time, his lifespan seemingly infinite.
Even a brainless fool would realize a terrifying anomaly was at play. Yet, judging by the solemn composure of Wan Yan Yue and Song Yuanshan…
Chen Changsheng’s heaven-defying existence truly possessed no connection to the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.
“Why did you intervene in the Heavenly Talent Assembly? Stepping into the light goes entirely against your nature.”
Wan Yan Yue’s voice was as cold as a frozen lake as she delivered her sudden interrogation.
Met with her icy glare, Chen Changsheng sneered. “You have the sheer audacity to ask? Look at the pathetic disciples the three of you have reared. They haven’t even shed their baby hair, yet you throw them into the jaws of the martial world.”
“Do not assume for a single breath that I am blind to your schemes.”
“You merely wish to shield them beneath your wings a little longer, arrogantly attempting to shoulder the Ruinous weight of this era upon your own backs.”
“But have any of you bothered to weigh your own souls? Do you truly believe your fragile bones won’t snap under the pressure?”
“Just from sweeping my Divine Sense over the crude cultivation foundations of your disciples, I know your attempts to forge a new Dao have stagnated in the mud.”
“Every single one of you old ghosts has lived for over a millennium. Do you not realize you have one foot firmly planted in the grave?!”
Beneath the brutal weight of Chen Changsheng’s reprimand, a deep, inescapable desolation flickered in the eyes of the three monarchs.
Under the decaying laws of the Golden Core system, reaching the Soul Formation realm granted a strict limit of one thousand years of life. Even if one burned their blood essence to violently stretch their destiny, they could merely scrape out a few extra centuries.
Over the long centuries, they had continuously exhausted their minds to deduce new cultivation paths, desperately attempting to defy the heavens and snatch a second life.
Yet, how could forging a primordial Dao out of the Void be a simple task? Much less perfecting a flawless system capable of shattering the chains of mortality.
After a suffocating silence, Song Yuanshan finally spoke, his voice heavy. “Then… Elder Brother Changsheng, what do you intend to do?”
“I will seize the Heaven’s Mandate, so you incompetent fools can cling to life for a little while longer.”
“The cultivation system residing within Gongsun Huaiyu’s Meridians nourishes longevity far more profoundly than the decaying Golden Core path.”
“Although I crafted high-quality coffins for the three of you ages ago, I simply haven’t found the motivation to bury you yet. So, you had better survive a bit longer.”
Hearing his venomous yet profoundly loyal words, an ancient warmth flooded the hearts of the three monarchs—a comfort they had not tasted in centuries.
A thousand years of bloody conquest had ground their world to dust. The elders who had once sheltered them from the storm were long dead, and those they could trust enough to share a cup of wine with had dwindled to nothing.
Perhaps in this Vast and heartless world, only Chen Changsheng would still mercilessly scold them, caring for them with the combined weight of a brother, a patriarch, and an old friend.
“So, you personally intend to step onto the bloody path to seize the Heaven’s Mandate?”
Wan Yan Yue shot Chen Changsheng a piercing look, but he casually waved his hand.
“I cannot touch the Heaven’s Mandate. My lethargic temperament is entirely incompatible with such an endeavor.”
“However, there is one seed I favor quite highly. This person is the Commander of the Seventy-Two Wolf Smoke, Wu Li.”
Hearing Chen Changsheng name his proxy, Wan Yan Yue and the others felt no shock.
Considering Gongsun Huaiyu clung to Chen Changsheng like a shadow, if anyone dared claim he possessed no ties to the Seventy-Two Wolf Smoke, even a feral street dog would laugh at their stupidity.
“You regard this youth with such Sovereign esteem. Could this boy be your illegitimate son?”
Subjected to Wan Yan Yue’s deeply sarcastic barb, Chen Changsheng shot her a look of utter disgust.
“If your eyes are blind, do not casually smear a man’s pure reputation. I am a flawless, untouched young master; I will not tolerate your baseless slander.”
“I dragged that brat out from a certain forsaken pit. Both his unyielding character and his innate talent are quite satisfying.”
“If he steps up to seize the Heaven’s Mandate, the odds of his victory are substantial.”
Hearing Chen Changsheng casually dismiss the bloodline accusation, Wan Yan Yue secretly exhaled a quiet breath of relief.
“Furthermore, I harbor an unresolved blood-grudge against Jiang Bufan. I expect I will need to carve out some time to thoroughly slaughter him.”
The instant those lethal words fell, the relaxed atmosphere shattered, and Song Yuanshan’s expression turned terrifyingly solemn.
“Elder Brother Changsheng, how exactly did Jiang Bufan court death by offending you?”
“Seven centuries ago, I set foot in the Kunlun Holy Land. At that time, Jiang Bufan was merely a candidate for Saint Son. He desperately attempted to recruit me to act as his Dao-protector.”
“I fed him superficial promises, only to completely abandon him in the shadows.”
“Enraged by his inability to locate me, he vented his humiliation by hunting down Wu Li. That ancient slight is the true root of the blood-feud between the Seventy-Two Wolf Smoke and the Kunlun Holy Land.”
“Seven hundred years have passed. Coming face-to-face with this old ghost again, he will inevitably pierce the veil of my secrets.”
“Even if his eyes are clouded today, he will undoubtedly unearth the truth eventually. Therefore, to ensure absolute peace of mind, I must permanently erase him.”
Before the lethal intent in Chen Changsheng’s voice could even fade, Wan Yan Yue and Song Yuanshan declared without a fraction of hesitation:
“We will help you butcher him!”
Witnessing their unwavering loyalty, Zuo Xinghe pondered for a brief moment before speaking with absolute conviction.
“Sir is the State Preceptor of the Xuanwu Kingdom. Any man who dares to stand as Sir’s enemy, stands as the mortal enemy of the entire Xuanwu Kingdom.”
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