Chen Changsheng's Trump Card, a Five-Hundred-Year Plan

After saying that, Master Yuhua pulled Chen Changsheng over to the Blood Pool.

"Chang Sheng, of everyone in Supreme Clarity Temple, you are the one I value most."

"Do you know why I singled you out from the crowd at first glance?"

"Because I sensed a quality in you that even I do not possess: detachment."

"You have neither the bustling urgency of mortals nor the obsession of cultivators."

"It is as if everything in this world is merely passing clouds and drifting smoke in your life."

"Cultivators seek the Dao only for longevity, yet even Spirit Transformation cultivators who have lived for a thousand years do not possess your bearing."

"The facts have proven that I was right about you."

"Now the opportunity lies before you. If we join forces, we can go farther than anyone else."

Faced with Master Yuhua's invitation, Chen Changsheng silently took a step back.

Master Yuhua frowned at this. "What, do you also think this power is Calamity?"

"You need not worry about that. I have studied this matter in detail."

"Absorbing the power directly does indeed invite certain troubles, but filtering it through one's bloodline eliminates those troubles."

"The eighteen races guarding the Bronze Ancient Hall are precisely the finest tools for filtering this power."

"That fool Wanyan Aguduo kept using his daughter's body to filter this power, believing that would make everything fine."

"But he did not know that an impure bloodline cannot filter it completely. Otherwise, I would not have been able to turn the tables on him."

Listening to Master Yuhua's eloquent speech, Chen Changsheng shook his head.

"Grandmaster, I am not worried about whether this power is safe. I never even considered that."

"I came to Night Moon Kingdom for only one reason: to bring Master's and my senior brothers' bodies home."

At those words, the excitement on Master Yuhua's face vanished, replaced by cold indifference.

"You are still the same as before. But you should also know: those who obey me prosper, and those who defy me perish."

"Of course this disciple knows. I only ask Grandmaster, for the sake of our past bond, to let this disciple finish collecting Master's body before making your move."

Master Yuhua's expression turned exceptionally grim.

Yet before such an outstanding disciple, he ultimately showed a sliver of patience.

Whoosh!

With a wave of Master Yuhua's hand, seven corpses appeared in neat rows before Chen Changsheng.

The restriction within Nascent Soul Immortal's body was also removed, turning him into a corpse once more.

Looking at the old friends who had once lived beside him day and night, Chen Changsheng took out eleven coffins and began laying them to rest.

Nascent Soul Immortal, First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother...

After laying his former companions to rest, Chen Changsheng began collecting the Wolf King's body as well.

He wiped away the bloodstains and changed him into fresh burial clothes. The heart that had been dug out could not be recovered, so Chen Changsheng simply carved one from wood.

With Hu Zhan and Lin Hu included, the eleven coffins were exactly enough.

"Undertaker. An interesting title."

"But why did you dig only three graves? Do you think you can take them away alive?"

Faced with Master Yuhua's question, Chen Changsheng smiled.

"Grandmaster, do not laugh at your disciple, but before I entered the sect, I sold coffins."

"By a twist of fate, I somehow ended up with this muddleheaded title."

"But as a professional in this line of work, this disciple is quite precise when it comes to quantity."

"Today, only eleven coffins are needed, so this disciple will not take out any extra coffins."

"Oh?"

"What makes you so certain?"

Chen Changsheng grinned. "Grandmaster, have you heard of Hundred Defeats Immortal?"

Before his words had even faded, Chen Changsheng flung out a Stone Coffin.

The instant the Stone Coffin sensed the aura of the Blood Pool, it burst forth with an incomparably dazzling radiance.

A towering figure emerged from the Stone Coffin.

"Wretch, you dare show yourself again!"

With that, an enormous fist shot straight toward Master Yuhua.

Faced with this, Master Yuhua hurled the Little White Wolf in his hand forward, hoping to block it for a moment.

But how could Hundred Defeats Immortal's fist be stopped so easily?

The phantom fist passed through the Little White Wolf and smashed heavily into Master Yuhua.

Pfft!

Master Yuhua, at Spirit Transformation Completion, was sent flying by that single punch.

After driving Master Yuhua back, Hundred Defeats Immortal's phantom did not press the advantage.

Instead, he summoned the distant Bronze Ancient Hall and slammed it down over the Blood Pool.

"No!"

At the sight, Master Yuhua cried out and flew beneath the Bronze Ancient Hall, attempting to stop its descent.

Boom!

A concealed mountain cave erupted in a violent explosion, and a bald man flew out while coughing blood.

He was none other than Master Yixiu, who had been suppressing the source of Calamity.

Clang!

A jet-black force slammed fiercely against the Bronze Ancient Hall, abruptly halting its rapid descent.

"Yixiu, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Changsheng scooped up the Little White Wolf, whose fate was unknown after falling to the ground, and shouted at the badly wounded Yixiu.

He was only at the Golden Core Realm. Without Yixiu's help, he had no way of leaving Night Moon Kingdom.

Though Hundred Defeats Immortal's phantom was powerful, it was ultimately water without a source. Whether it could defeat that Calamity power was still uncertain.

So the most urgent thing now was to flee—and the farther, the better.

Yixiu did not have time to think after hearing Chen Changsheng's call. He immediately burned his Essence Blood and began casting a Heavenly Buddha Temple divine art.

As Chen Changsheng was about to escape, Master Yuhua's eyes nearly split with rage.

Yet the Bronze Ancient Hall above his head left him unable to move.

Countless sutras whirled around Chen Changsheng and Yixiu, and their figures gradually became illusory.

"Grandmaster, this disciple sells coffins. One day, this disciple will come to bury you!"

Chen Changsheng's voice echoed through the Forbidden Ground, each word striking heavily against Master Yuhua's heart.

A thousand li away.

Pfft!

Yixiu spat out a mouthful of golden blood and collapsed to the ground.

Yet Chen Changsheng seemed not to see Yixiu's injuries at all, instead urging him repeatedly.

"Stop lying there! Get up and keep running!"

Faced with this old acquaintance from a hundred years ago, Yixiu nearly failed to catch his breath and passed out.

"Ancestor!"

"What I just used was a Heavenly Buddha Temple Secret Technique. Each use not only consumes Essence Blood, but also ten years of Lifespan."

"We have already escaped a thousand li. Can you let me catch my breath?"

"This poor monk is merely a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, not some great Spirit Transformation expert."

Listening to Yixiu's complaints, Chen Changsheng anxiously looked toward the Imperial Capital.

"One use only costs you ten years of life, but Wanyan Aguduo, at Spirit Transformation Completion, could not even withstand one move from Master Yuhua."

"Once he gets here, you will not merely lose ten years of life—you will lose your life outright."

At those words, Yixiu sprang up from the ground and once again cast the Heavenly Buddha Temple Secret Technique that consumed Lifespan.

Whoosh!

Chen Changsheng and Yixiu vanished once more.