This cultivation world was never serious from the start.

Yang was triumphant as he merged the two together, and then he saw himself in the coffin.

"Hiss... Who's going to collect my body?" Yang muttered as he got up, and then he saw Su Zhe quietly watching him from the side.

Yang: ? ? ?

Yang closed his eyes in shock, then rubbed them frantically, as if he wanted to rub them out of his eyes.

However, when she opened her eyes again, the man was still standing in front of her.

"What are you doing here!" Yang jumped up excitedly.

"I..." Su Zhe was about to explain.

However, Yang had already seen the funeral decorations next to him.

"Funeral?!" Yang's voice rose several octaves.

"Why is there a funeral?! You didn't bring me back to Linshui City, did you?" Yang asked, his face filled with shock. "Oh no, oh no, what about my position as city lord?"

Seeing how worried Yang was, Su Zhe couldn't bear to tell him the truth directly.

"This is not Linshui City." Su Zhe subtly deflected the question.

Yang breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. Don't try to scare me like that next time. I finally became the city lord after a lot of trouble!"

Mr. Yang thought that Su Zhe had deliberately put up this set of decorations just to scare him.

"This is the Marquis of Huanyu's residence," Su Zhe kindly reminded him.

Yang Huanyu was a king and marquis of the State of Chu, holding the rank of duke, and thus naturally deserved the title of marquis.

Upon hearing Su Zhe's words, Yang jumped up, exclaiming, "My house?!"

Su Zhe nodded.

Mr. Yang quickly climbed out of the coffin and looked around. He soon confirmed that this was his home!

"How did I end up being sent home? How am I supposed to go back and be the city lord with a clear conscience?!" Yang exclaimed anxiously.

However, Su Zhe kindly reminded him again, "Don't worry, you won't be the city lord."

"You didn't send me back to Linshui City, did you?" Yang asked incredulously.

"No, of course I knew you could come back to life, so I didn't care when I saw you stab yourself," Su Zhe said with a smile.

"That's good... Wait, then why did you say I can't become the city lord of Linshui City?" Yang had just breathed a sigh of relief when he realized something was wrong and immediately stared at Su Zhe, pressing him for an answer.

"It was the deputy city lord. He led people to investigate the extremely yin land and then brought your body back," Su Zhe said. "By the way, you were supposed to lie in state for three days, but the deputy city lord seemed to be in a hurry and held a memorial service for you that very day before he took over the position."

"What?!" Yang's eyes widened. "That bastard! I knew that kid was rebellious!"

Mr. Yang was so angry that he kept slapping his thigh.

But now everything is over.

The lord of Linshui City "fell," and the deputy lord succeeded him, which was in accordance with the rules of the Chu Kingdom.

But the problem is, he didn't really die!

"Wait a minute! I'm not really dead, so what about this funeral!"

Yang's voice was trembling slightly; he sensed something was even more wrong!

He wasn't dead, but his funeral had already been held, which was tantamount to announcing to the entire state of Chu that he was dead.

How will he face people in the future?

"This funeral was arranged by your father. My junior sister Yunshui and I were just passing by, so we came to chant sutras for you on behalf of the royal family," Su Zhe said casually.

"The royal family knows?" Yang's pupils dilated. "That's terrible!"

Whether he is dead or not is no longer important, because everyone thinks he is dead.

Even members of the Chu royal family attended the funeral, which meant that their deaths would be recorded in history.

"What's wrong?" Su Zhe asked from the side.

"I am already dead," Yang said, his entire being devoid of life, like a wooden sculpture.

"You're still alive and well, aren't you?" Su Zhe laughed and patted Yang on the shoulder.

"Some people are still alive, but they are already dead," Yang said calmly.

He now harbors no resentment towards Su Zhe.

Because the dead cannot be brought back to life, and neither can the dead heart.

"Wait a minute, your family didn't know you could come back from the dead?" Su Zhe suddenly realized the key point and asked.

Yang turned his head and met Su Zhe's expectant and questioning gaze, and nodded silently.

"Huh? You're not practicing the Yang family's martial arts?" Su Zhe's pupils dilated in shock.

"Yes." Yang nodded.

"Then how come they didn't know?" Su Zhe was greatly shocked.

The father didn't even know his son could be resurrected, and he still gave his son a grand celebration?

"Because I cultivate the complete Yang family technique," Yang said with a bitter tone. "My family has a history of 100,000 years. Some of the inheritance was interrupted, but I found it by chance, including the ability to be resurrected."

"Hiss..." Su Zhe couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder Yang Huanyu was so saddened upon learning of Yang's death and decided to hold a grand funeral; it turns out that Yang was a peerless genius of the Yang family.

"So what are you going to do now? Confess your ability to come back to life?" Su Zhe asked.

"Are you kidding me?! Don't I, Yang, have any dignity? What will people think of me when they see me die in an extremely yin place at the Qi Refining stage and then come back to life?"

Mr. Yang immediately rejected the idea!

If that monk Shike were to come forward and explain how he died, wouldn't that be even more embarrassing for him?

"Then you'll have to live under an assumed name," Su Zhe sighed.

But only for a moment, and then Su Zhe's eyes lit up. "By the way, would you like to change your identity and live a different life?"

"Change your identity? How? What will you change it to?"

Yang looked at Su Zhe suspiciously, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Didn't you go to the Heavenly Demon Sect headquarters before and even become a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect? With your Golden Core cultivation, you could easily become a Demon Emperor there. Why don't you go there?" Su Zhe asked excitedly.

At first, there was expectation in Yang's eyes.

However, upon hearing the words "Heavenly Demon Sect," Yang silently took two steps back.

"You brat, you still say you're not a spy for the Heavenly Demon Sect! Even at this point, you still want me to actually join the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

Yang looked at Su Zhe, waved his hand and took the long sword from the coffin, pointing it at Su Zhe.

However, Su Zhe remained calm, simply extending two fingers to block the longsword and gently deflecting it. "Think of it this way: you're already dead and can't appear in public anymore, but no one in the Heavenly Demon Sect knows your identity, and no one in the Heavenly Demon Sect knows you're the City Lord of Linshui City. So, can't you do whatever you want in the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

However, Yang remained unmoved.

"Could it be that in Young Master Su's eyes, I am the kind of person who likes to do whatever I want?" Yang sneered, gripping his sword even tighter.

"You can't do whatever you want with the Demonic Sect?" Su Zhe retorted.

Yang was taken aback.

Influenced by righteous thinking, I actually felt that even in a demonic cult, one should abide by the rules.

But then I thought about it again.

If I follow the rules of the demonic path, wouldn't I truly become a member of the demonic cult?