This cultivation world was never serious from the start.

"And think of it this way: by infiltrating the Demonic Sect this time, you can pretend to be an undercover agent. That way, a few years later, when you come out with inside information about the Demonic Sect, if people ask you how you died back then, you can confidently say that you faked your death to infiltrate the Demonic Sect and gather intelligence, right?"

Su Zhe spoke a long and difficult sentence, guiding Yang step by step, his voice seemingly carrying a certain magic, making Yang think seriously.

After thinking about it carefully, Yang realized that what this guy said actually made some sense.

In particular, the most important question of how to appear confidently in front of everyone a few years later will be easily answered.

In the end, in other people's eyes, I'll be a hero who faked my death and infiltrated the evil cult!

What kind of city lord is Linshui City? He doesn't need to be one!

If he could obtain crucial intelligence or even wipe out the Heavenly Demon Sect, then he would be a future king!

Even Duke Yang Huanyu has to step aside; he can become a king of a different surname!

"Ahem, now that you mention it, there's some truth to it. But the Heavenly Demon Sect is full of experts. What if I'm exposed?" Yang was still somewhat uneasy.

Although the future is bright and tempting, the Heavenly Demon Sect is still one of the four great demon sects, with many experts inside. That Heavenly Demon is a cultivator at the peak of the Integration stage, and he can wipe out countless others with a wave of his hand!

"Don't be afraid! When you're exposed, just say Chen Feng's name. That kid is the Demon Prince of the Heavenly Demon Sect, everyone has to give him some face!" Su Zhe said confidently.

"I feel like your pride is more useful," Yang sneered, looking at Su Zhe.

He hadn't forgotten that back in the Heavenly Demon Sect, the strangely dressed Heavenly Demon held Su Zhe's hand and kept calling him "brother."

The two of them were so eager to become sworn brothers on the spot!

"You can just say my name," Su Zhe nodded.

"You're actually so easy to talk to?" Yang immediately stopped his excited emotions and looked Su Zhe up and down suspiciously.

"I'm a good person!" Su Zhe said confidently.

Yang sneered and remained unmoved.

Just as Yang was about to speak again, a voice came from afar.

"Your Highness and that young master are truly a loving couple; you're already coming to see him after only a short separation..."

The speaker was Yang Huanyu, his voice carrying a clear smile, but also a sadness that was forcibly suppressed.

Su Zhe and Yang exchanged a glance.

Without saying a word, Yang staged another suicide attempt on the spot!

This time, no blood flowed.

Yang was split in two again and became Yang again, lying quietly in the coffin.

Everything was exactly the same as before.

By the time Yang Huanyu returned with Yun Shuiyao, there were no more doubts.

To prevent outsiders from peeping at the deceased's remains without cause, the formations here are exceptionally intricate and complex. Unless a Nascent Soul cultivator specifically seeks to investigate, no one knows what is happening inside.

This led to Yang Huanyu being completely unaware that he had once again been separated from his third son by death.

After Yang Huanyu and Yun Shuiyao walked over, they saw Su Zhe, who was pretending to finish up, stand up.

"Senior Brother Su, have you finished reciting the sutra?" Yun Shuiyao asked.

"Yes, I will recite a sutra for Young Master Yang, wishing him a speedy reincarnation..." Su Zhe nodded and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Huanyu suddenly couldn't help but sob, "In the next life... will he still be my son?"

"If we try harder now, we should still be able to..." Su Zhe said subconsciously.

Yang Huanyu's tears hadn't even dried when he was shocked by Su Zhe's words.

Yun Shuiyao was also shocked, never expecting her senior brother to be so clever.

"Ahem, I see you're all a bit sad about Young Master Yang's death, so I thought I'd give you a job..." Su Zhe coughed twice, using his high emotional intelligence to skip over the awkward moment just now.

Next comes the funeral procession.

The funeral was indeed a grand and lavish affair.

Su Zhe saw many experts from the Chu Kingdom, including an old man from the royal family, Yang Huanyu's own connections, and even a disciple from the Tianwen Sect who came to offer condolences.

He was from the Enforcement Hall. Su Zhe had met him before, but they weren't very close.

Su Zhe felt that the Enforcement Hall didn't need to be called the Enforcement Hall; their work was too varied.

It covers everything from law enforcement and security to diplomacy.

The Enforcement Hall should be renamed the College Hall.

The areas he is responsible for are numerous and broad, and all are highly specialized...

After the funeral, Yun Shuiyao and Su Zhe returned to Yang Huanyu's mansion.

Although this is a sad time for Senior Yang Huanyu, it would be impolite to bring up certain things.

However, Yun Shuiyao didn't care. She came for Senior Brother Su, and completing the process was already a great show of respect for Yang Huanyu.

As for Su Zhe... he knew the whole truth. If he wasn't afraid that Yang Huanyu would kill him with a knife, Su Zhe would even like to dance on Yang's grave.

"Senior Yang, now that Young Master Yang has been buried, I will get straight to the point."

In the Marquis's residence, Yun Shuiyao sat in the main seat and spoke calmly.

At this moment, she didn't seem like the junior sister of Shufeng, but more like an empress, exuding the pressure of a superior in every gesture.

"Your Highness, please speak. I will do my utmost to accomplish anything within my power!" Yang Huanyu quickly stood up and declared, his voice filled with determination.

A high-ranking official from the ancestral homeland of the Chu royal family suddenly visits without knowing about the funeral; he must have something to discuss.

The fact that the other party was willing to represent the Chu royal family in going through the procedures was already a great honor, something Yang Huanyu was well aware of.

Now that the funeral is over, he took the initiative to speak to this prince.

"I want your Yang family's body-refining techniques," Yun Shuiyao said directly.

Su Zhe was taken aback.

That's way too direct.

Shouldn't you have tried to be a little more discreet? If you just say it like that, how can this prince not be angry?

As expected, Yang Huanyu hesitated upon hearing this.

"Can't you give it to me?" Yun Shuiyao narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Yang Huanyu.

"No, no," Yang Huanyu quickly shook his head, "It's just that my Yang family's body-refining techniques have been passed down for 100,000 years, and some parts have been lost. Currently, the body-refining techniques within my Yang family are incomplete. If Your Highness had arrived a few days earlier, things would have been better..."

"Hmm?" Yun Shuiyao frowned.

"My third son was exceptionally talented and perhaps completed the body-refining technique, but as you can see, he died young..." Yang Huanyu began, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Having said all that, Yun Shuiyao had no choice but to sigh and take the incomplete body-refining technique from the Yang family.

"The Yang family's body-refining technique is very powerful, called the Phoenix Tribulation Rebirth Technique. It is said that when cultivated to a high level, one can be resurrected from the dead with just a drop of blood. It is most suitable for your indestructible golden body, but I didn't expect that they themselves have lost the most important part."

Yun Shuiyao sighed, her face filled with apology.

Su Zhe shook his head, a confident smile on his face. "It's alright, I have a way."

Yun Shuiyao immediately looked up, her eyes filled with admiration, "Senior Brother, can you complete this cultivation manual?"