System Granted Me Immortality; I Outlived Everyone

Chapter 28: Chen Changsheng’s Trump Card, A Five-Hundred-Year Layout

With his confession complete, Perfected Master Yuhua guided Chen Changsheng to the edge of the blood pool.

“Changsheng, out of the entire Shangqing Temple, you are the one I value above all else.”

“Do you know why I singled you out from the crowd the moment I saw you?”

“Because I sensed a quality in you that even I do not possess: absolute detachment.”

“You lack the frantic, scrambling nature of ordinary mortals, and you are entirely devoid of the manic obsession that plagues other cultivators.”

“It is as if everything in this world is merely a passing cloud to you.”

“Cultivators walk the Dao solely for longevity, yet even a Soul Formation powerhouse who has lived for a millennium lacks your specific brand of indifferent composure.”

“And the facts have proven that my judgment was flawless.”

“Now, the ultimate opportunity lies right before you. If we join forces, we will walk further than anyone else in history.”

Faced with Perfected Master Yuhua’s grand invitation, Chen Changsheng silently took a single step back.

Perfected Master Yuhua frowned. “What? Do you also believe this power is inauspicious?”

“You can put those fears to rest. I have meticulously researched the mechanics.”

“Directly absorbing the energy indeed invites a severe backlash, but filtering it through living bloodlines completely purifies it.”

“The eighteen races guarding the Bronze Ancient Hall are the perfect filtration system.”

“That fool Wanyan Aguduo continuously used his own daughter’s body to filter the energy, arrogantly thinking it was a foolproof method.”

“But he was entirely ignorant of the fact that an impure bloodline cannot filter it cleanly. If he had known, he wouldn’t have been so easily countered by me.”

Listening to Perfected Master Yuhua’s eloquent, highly academic explanation of genocide, Chen Changsheng simply shook his head.

“Grandmaster, I’m not worried about whether this power is safe. I literally haven’t given it a second thought.”

“My purpose in traveling to the Night Moon Country was singular: to retrieve the corpses of my Master and Senior Brothers, and go home.”

The fanatical excitement on Perfected Master Yuhua’s face instantly evaporated, returning to a chilling apathy.

“In the end, you are still exactly the same as you were. But you should also know the universal rule: those who submit to me prosper, and those who defy me perish.”

“This disciple naturally understands. I simply ask Grandmaster, for the sake of our past working relationship, to allow me to finish bagging my Master’s body before you execute me.”

Perfected Master Yuhua’s expression darkened into something truly ugly.

Yet, faced with his most exceptional disciple, he managed to dredge up a final sliver of patience.

Swish!

With a dismissive wave of his hand, seven corpses materialized in a neat row before Chen Changsheng.

The dark restrictions maintaining Master Yuanshen’s living puppet state were severed, returning him to a lifeless corpse.

Looking down at the colleagues he had spent his days with, Chen Changsheng smoothly retrieved eleven heavy coffins from his storage ring and began the embalming process.

Master Yuanshen, Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother…

After properly preparing his colleagues, Chen Changsheng moved on to the Wolf King’s mangled remains.

He methodically wiped away the bloodstains and dressed the ruined body in a crisp, new burial shroud. Since Elder Turtle had completely ripped out the man’s heart, Chen Changsheng simply carved a wooden replacement and slotted it into the chest cavity.

Adding Hu Zhan and Lin Hu to the roster, the eleven coffins were exactly enough.

“The Undertaker. A rather amusing title,” Perfected Master Yuhua mused.

“But why did you only prepare exactly enough for the dead? Surely you don’t harbor the delusion that you’re walking out of here alive?”

Faced with the casual death threat, Chen Changsheng smiled politely.

“Grandmaster, I don’t mind if you laugh, but before I was a Novice at the sect, I actually sold coffins for a living.”

“A few bizarre coincidences led to me getting saddled with this dramatic title.”

“But as a seasoned professional in the retail death industry, this disciple is exceptionally precise with inventory management.”

“I only need eleven coffins for today’s current client list, so I absolutely refuse to pull out any extras.”

“Oh?”

“And what exactly gives you that kind of confidence?”

Chen Changsheng grinned, showing his teeth. “Grandmaster, have you ever heard of the Hundred Defeats Immortal Venerable?”

Before the words even finished echoing, Chen Changsheng violently hurled a massive stone coffin into the air.

The moment the stone coffin sensed the vile aura of the blood pool, it erupted with blinding, holy radiance.

A towering, majestic phantom ripped its way out of the stone sarcophagus.

“Wretched fiend! You dare show your face in the waking world?!”

With a deafening roar, the phantom threw a fist the size of a boulder straight at Perfected Master Yuhua.

Caught off guard, Perfected Master Yuhua cynically threw the unconscious little white wolf into the path of the strike, attempting to use it as a meat shield.

But the wrath of the Hundred Defeats Immortal Venerable was not so easily deterred.

The phantom fist phased directly through the little white wolf like mist, slamming with catastrophic force directly into Perfected Master Yuhua’s chest.

“Pfft!”

Despite being at Soul Formation Perfection, Perfected Master Yuhua coughed up a spray of blood and was violently launched backward.

Having swatted the Grandmaster aside, the phantom didn’t bother giving chase.

Instead, it raised its hands, violently ripping the nearby Bronze Ancient Hall from its foundations and slamming it down directly over the boiling blood pool to suppress it.

“No!”

Perfected Master Yuhua shrieked, his composure shattering. He blurred through the air, diving beneath the descending Bronze Ancient Hall in a desperate bid to hold up the crushing weight.

Boom!

A violent explosion rocked a concealed cave nearby, and a bald monk was blasted out of the rubble, trailing a spray of blood.

It was Zen Master Yixiu, who had been holding the line against the source of the corruption.

Clang!

A tidal wave of pitch-black energy slammed upward against the Bronze Ancient Hall, abruptly stalling its rapid descent.

“Yixiu! What the hell are you waiting for?!”

Chen Changsheng sprinted over, scooped up the limp, unresponsive little white wolf from the dirt, and screamed at the critically injured monk.

He was merely at the Golden Core realm; without Yixiu acting as his getaway driver, escaping the Night Moon Country was a mathematical impossibility.

The phantom of the Hundred Defeats Immortal Venerable was incredibly potent, but it was just an echo without a physical anchor. Betting his life on its ability to permanently suppress the corruption was terrible odds.

The only logical move was to run, and to run as far and as fast as humanly possible.

Hearing Chen Changsheng’s frantic shout, Yixiu didn’t hesitate for a microsecond. He instantly ignited his own essence blood, triggering a forbidden Buddhist evasion art.

Watching Chen Changsheng preparing to warp away, Perfected Master Yuhua’s eyes nearly split at the seams with rage.

But the crushing weight of the Bronze Ancient Hall pressing down on his shoulders rendered him completely immobile.

A blinding maelstrom of golden scriptures swirled rapidly around Chen Changsheng and Yixiu, their physical forms rapidly turning translucent.

“Grandmaster, this disciple is a professional coffin salesman! I promise you, I’ll be back to manage your funeral one day!”

Chen Changsheng’s highly professional parting words echoed mockingly through the forbidden land, striking Perfected Master Yuhua right in his treacherous heart.

……

A thousand miles away.

“Pfft!”

Yixiu violently vomited a puddle of golden blood and immediately collapsed onto the dirt.

Chen Changsheng acted as if he couldn’t even see the monk’s life-threatening injuries, immediately kicking at his boots.

“Hey, don’t just lie there! Get up, we have to keep moving!”

Staring up at this utterly ruthless pragmatist, Yixiu almost choked on his own breath and passed out.

“Have some mercy, ancestor!”

“That was a strictly classified secret art of the Heavenly Buddha Temple! Igniting it once doesn’t just burn my essence blood; it physically shaves ten years off my total lifespan!”

“We literally just teleported a thousand miles away. Can you at least let me catch my breath?!”

“This humble monk is just a minor Nascent Soul cultivator, not some untouchable Soul Formation god!”

Completely ignoring Yixiu’s perfectly valid complaints, Chen Changsheng anxiously scanned the horizon in the direction of the imperial capital.

“Casting it once only costs you ten years of your life. Wanyan Aguduo was at Soul Formation Perfection, and he didn’t last a single microsecond against Perfected Master Yuhua.”

“If he catches up to us, you won’t be out ten years. You’ll be out of a life.”

The sheer terrifying logic of the statement acted like a defibrillator. Yixiu sprang up from the dirt like a coiled spring and immediately initiated the lifespan-burning Heavenly Buddha Temple secret art a second time.

Swish!

Chen Changsheng and Yixiu vanished into thin air once more.

……