Chen Luo, wearing a bright red scholar's robe, sat atop a large stone. Before him stretched a bluestone long street, with people coming and going along the roadside. A cool mat lay in front of him, and atop it rested a cold, stiff corpse.
"This person should be your first wife."
Myriad Manifestation Old Ancestor stood at the side, his face full of gloating as he spoke.
"You left home to sit for the imperial examinations and earned your name on the golden rankings, only for your first wife to die of illness at home. Lovers could not grow old together, leaving behind nothing but regret."
Old Daoist Huang He stroked his beard at the side, his smile equally strange.
Chen Luo's expression was also somewhat strange. Compared to the "lives" he had arranged, Winged Human Ancestor's methods were clearly far inferior. Such a stiff arrangement made him feel like an outsider watching a play, let alone stirred any regret within him.
"First, find a way to break open this immortal technique. That old fellow should have entered this 'reincarnation' just like I did."
Chen Luo remembered that at the final moment before he had been dragged into "reincarnation," he had drawn upon Immortal Emperor Changqing's brain. Given Old Brother Changqing's habits, Winged Human Ancestor had most likely fallen victim to the immortal technique as well and entered "reincarnation." There might have been some differences in the cultivation method and incantation, but the result was certainly the same.
"Lu Sheng! You beast, you still have the nerve to come back?!"
A voice came from the end of the street. A young man in a scholar's robe glared furiously at Chen Luo. Upon seeing the corpse on the cool mat, he charged over like a madman.
"You wouldn't even buy A