A Five-Thousand-Li Undertaker's Journey, the Princess of Night Moon Kingdom

At the mention of that name, Third Senior Brother's eyes flickered, but he still said nothing.

Chen Changsheng, however, continued recounting the past with a smile.

"Besides, you investigated this matter in great detail. You discovered that the Undertaker's first appearance was when he buried the Blood Demon Ancestor a hundred years ago."

"Furthermore, the Undertaker has countless tangled ties with Master Yixiu of Heavenly Buddha Temple."

"To that, I only have this to say: the Undertaker isn't as terrifying as you claim. He's merely a coffin seller."

With that, Chen Changsheng turned, waved his hand, and strode outside.

Yuanshan shouted at Chen Changsheng's retreating back, "Brother Changsheng, will you come back?"

"I made a coffin for each of you. When the time comes for you to use them, I'll return."

As his words fell, Chen Changsheng had already vanished from sight.

Watching Chen Changsheng leave, Third Senior Brother was overwhelmed by a tide of emotions.

In truth, ever since this little junior brother had arrived at Supreme Clarity Temple, he had sensed that something was off about him.

Because he had discovered that time seemed unable to leave any traces on Chang Sheng.

It was true that the cultivation world had pills capable of preserving one's youth forever, but the passage of years did not merely leave its marks upon the flesh. It also carved its marks into a person's heart.

Over the long span of ten years, three-year-old Yuanshan had become a thirteen-year-old youth. Everyone had changed, more or less.

Yet after ten years, Junior Brother Chang Sheng's eyes remained as clear as they had been when he first arrived at Supreme Clarity Temple.

At first, he had thought Chang Sheng merely possessed an exceptionally good state of mind.

But twenty years passed, and when he returned to Supreme Clarity Temple once more, Chang Sheng's eyes were still as clear as ever.

At that thought, Third Senior Brother sighed softly and said, "Yuanshan, after some time, announce to the outside world that Supreme Clarity Temple's last disciple died after suffering cultivation deviation."

"Why? Brother Changsheng is alive and well, isn't he?"

"Just do as I say. Chang Sheng has his own path to walk. His fate with Supreme Clarity Temple has already run its course."

Hearing this, Yuanshan fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.

His master had brought him to Supreme Clarity Temple when he was three years old. Although he had entered the sect a few months before Brother Changsheng and thus claimed the title of senior brother—

From childhood to adulthood, he had always regarded Changsheng as his elder brother.

If possible, he truly did not want to see Brother Changsheng leave. But there had never been a feast in this world that did not end in parting.

Seeing Yuanshan's dejection, Third Senior Brother patted his shoulder with his only remaining right hand and said, "Martial Grandmaster always said that all who enter the Dao sect have shallow ties to the six emotions, yet they value love and righteousness deeply."

"Others may not understand him, but we cannot fail to understand him."

After leaving Supreme Clarity Temple, Chen Changsheng looked up at the azure sky, then at the immortals retreating from the Borderlands, and smiled.

"My master, always so concerned with saving face!"

"You cared so much about face all your life. How could you allow yourself to remain in foreign soil after death?"

"Let me, your disciple, bring you home."

"Master and disciple for a time—this time, I won't charge you spirit stones."

As he spoke, Chen Changsheng set off toward the Borderlands.

The Great Qian Dynasty had been defeated, and the lands ahead had long been engulfed in war. Yet Chen Changsheng had never cared about that.

He had only one goal now: to find his old friends and lay them to rest beneath the earth.

"Members of the Human Race must pay Three Copper Coins to enter the city!"

Two members of the Demon Race stopped Chen Changsheng. Looking at the two Qi Refining third-layer demon cultivators, Chen Changsheng obediently handed over Three Copper Coins at once.

After paying the entry fee, Chen Changsheng entered the city without incident.

Feeling the faint Spiritual Power hidden throughout the city, Chen Changsheng sighed. "Not revealing my cultivation was indeed the right choice."

"Even a small city like this has a Golden Core cultivator stationed here. How did Night Moon Kingdom suddenly become so powerful?"

With this question in mind, Chen Changsheng found an inn and settled in.

For this journey to collect corpses in the Borderlands, Chen Changsheng had not chosen Sword Flight, nor had he used Spiritual Power to hurry along.

Instead, he had used the most primitive method—walking one step at a time.

The place he intended to visit had already been occupied by Night Moon Kingdom. If a Human Race Golden Core cultivator flew boldly through the sky alone, it would definitely attract far too much attention.

The facts proved that Chen Changsheng's cautious approach had been correct.

Only as he gradually approached Night Moon Kingdom did Chen Changsheng understand why the Great Qian Dynasty had suffered such a crushing defeat.

There were simply too many demon cultivators in Night Moon Kingdom.

Foundation Establishment cultivators walked everywhere, Golden Core cultivators were less valuable than dogs, and Nascent Soul Realm cultivators could be seen every few days.

Faced with so many cultivators, it would have been strange if the Great Qian Dynasty had not lost.

After briefly lamenting the plight of the two nations, Chen Changsheng ordered several local specialties, intending to continue on his way after sampling them.

However, his mood for tasting delicacies was interrupted by the conversation between two demons.

"Have you heard? Our Demon King's daughter is publicly choosing a husband. Anyone above the Foundation Establishment Realm can go."

"Of course I heard. But what does that have to do with us?"

"Our Demon King is from the noble Silver Moon Wolf Clan. Do you think the two of us are qualified to become the Demon King's sons-in-law?"

"Qualified or not, it wouldn't hurt to go and broaden our horizons."

"I heard the Fox Clan prepared a Nascent Soul Realm puppet as a congratulatory gift!"

"A Nascent Soul Realm puppet? You have to be joking."

"Why would I lie to you? The Fox Clan got that Nascent Soul Realm puppet from Phoenix Mountain."

"To kill that cultivator back then, the Fox Clan dispatched three Nascent Soul Late Stage ancestors!"

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng immediately muttered helplessly, "Master!"

"I spent five years walking all the way here, and the moment I arrive, you give me such a huge problem."

"The Fox Clan is one of Night Moon Kingdom's powerful clans. How am I supposed to get you from their hands?"

"I can't beat them by myself!"

Faced with such a difficult situation, Chen Changsheng scratched his head irritably.

Suddenly, an excellent idea surfaced in his mind.

"The Fox Clan is a powerful clan of Night Moon Kingdom, and Night Moon Kingdom's Demon King is the Silver Moon Wolf King. If I become the Silver Moon Wolf King's son-in-law..."

"Wouldn't I have a chance to ask the Fox Clan for this puppet?"

"Though the idea is absurd, theoretically, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it!"

Chen Changsheng kept muttering to himself, but the more he spoke, the more feasible the idea seemed.

Night Moon Kingdom's imperial palace.

"Reporting to the Demon King, the Princess has escaped."

"Then hurry and send people after her! If my daughter loses even a single wolf hair, bring me your heads!"

As a majestic voice rang out, the entire imperial palace instantly descended into chaos.

On a mountainside beyond the Imperial Capital, a lively young woman stuck out her tongue at the distant imperial city.

"Bleh~"

"If anyone wants to get married, they can marry you!"

"This young lady won't be keeping you company!"