The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

He simply practiced a technique to conceal his true cultivation level, so he only displayed the King Martial Realm.

"This guy's a master at hiding!"

Qin Changye couldn't help but sigh.

If Gao Guangkuo's actual cultivation level reaches the Imperial Martial Realm, he will have the opportunity to be buried in the third level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

Next, as Gao Guangkuo's corpse was covered by the yellow burial soil, a stream of yellow energy emerged and fed back to Qin Changye.

This yellow energy is completely different from the yellow energy that was fed back to Qin Changye after killing the First Elder and the Ninth Elder.

With a thickness of only the rim of a bowl, its effect on Qin Changye's cultivation level was negligible.

Compared to feeding back this yellow energy, Qin Changye was more interested in Gao Guangkuo's main experiences in this life.

He was Gao Shou's biological son. His mother was Gao Shou's Daoist partner, a gentle woman who always thought her husband was a good person after marrying him. Little did she know that Gao Shou was only using the marriage to climb the social ladder and gain power from her family.

He didn't actually love her at all; in fact, he even loathed her and poisoned her.

This is an extremely insidious, chronic poison that will gradually weaken her body, eventually leading to her death from "postpartum depletion."

His mother died in childbirth on the day he was born.

He knew from a young age that his father didn't like him. He didn't understand why. He tried to please his father and be a good son, but his father was kind on the surface. In reality, his father always looked at him as if he were looking at something useless.

He secretly rummaged through his mother's belongings and found a packet of unfinished medicine residue. He had it tested and found to be poisoned.

He was twelve years old that year, and from then on, he started to pretend.

In front of outsiders, he pretended to be a lazy playboy and an ignorant fool.

In front of his father, he pretended to be a foolish son who obeyed his father's every word, and a complete idiot who worshipped his father to the point of prostration.

In front of everyone, he pretended to be a clueless good-for-nothing, and even the servants of the Chusheng Sect dared to laugh at him behind his back.

Over the years, he had been secretly observing how many disciples his father had taken in, how much influence his father had in the sect, and his father's modus operandi.

He spent more than a decade thoroughly investigating his father's background.

Then he started to do it.

He gradually mixed a slow-acting poison called Green Devil into his father's medicinal meals.

He added only a tiny bit each time, so little that his father couldn't even tell.

He calculated the amount over thirteen years, just enough to trigger the outbreak when his father was eliminating other toxins.

His father never looked at him directly, so naturally he couldn't see what he was doing behind his back.

His father found Bai Wuchen and a suitable person to switch bodies with, thinking that everything was under control.

Little did they know that he had already secretly dug his own grave...

"I was too hasty just now. When it comes to being able to hold one's own weight, this tall and broad-minded fellow, compared to the elder brother, is even more impressive!"

After reading about Gao Guangkuo's experiences, Qin Changye couldn't help but sigh again.

"I never imagined things would end like this!"

Beside him, Bai Wuchen finally recovered from the shock.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

And after the oriole, there is Qin Changye!

"What are your plans for the future?"

Qin Changye looked at Bai Wuchen, whom he had always admired as the only good person in the Chusheng Sect.

Moreover, Bai Wuchen had deliberately leveled up and gotten himself into trouble to help Qin Changye share the burden of the injury. This favor was very important, and Qin Changye would remember it.

"The Ninth Elder and Gao Guangkuo are both dead. If I leave rashly, I will be suspected and it may even bring disaster to my family. So I have decided not to leave the First Saint Sect for now."

Bai Wuchen's tone was firm.

Although he knew very well that the Chusheng Sect was full of hypocrites and villains, a veritable den of demons, and he longed to leave for a moment, he needed to endure for a while longer for the sake of his family.

"Some high-ranking members of the Chu Sheng Sect know that the Ninth Elder is going to perform a blood and body transplant for Gao Guangkuo. These high-ranking members even know that I am the one the Ninth Elder is going to perform the body transplant for Gao Guangkuo. So, after I enter the Chu Sheng Sect, I can pretend to be Gao Guangkuo who has already successfully performed the body transplant."

Then, I will announce in a grand and authoritative tone that during the process of transforming my body, my father, the Ninth Elder, suffered considerable depletion and backlash, and needs to go into seclusion for a period of time.

Bai Wuchen then spoke up.

This plan is actually quite sound.

Qin Changye nodded, released his spiritual power, and conducted a detailed perception of Bai Wuchen's body. His brows furrowed involuntarily: "Thanks to the Ninth Elder's unreserved resource support, and even the opening of some kind of secret technique for you, your cultivation has improved rapidly. This is both a good thing and a bad thing, because your potential has been almost exhausted, your foundation is very unstable, and it will be twice as difficult to continue to level up in the future. In fact, your cultivation limit has been blocked at the fifth level of the Emperor Martial Realm."

It must be said that Bai Wuchen is not only a good person, but also quite talented. If it weren't for the Ninth Elder's manipulation these past few days, he could have gradually developed into a Lesser Saint, or even a Great Saint.

Bai Wuchen's face also showed a hint of sadness, but it vanished quickly: "To be honest, the fact that I can still live is already a huge surprise. As for the increased difficulty of leveling up in the future, and the fact that my cultivation limit is at the fifth level of the Emperor Martial Realm, these are simply insignificant compared to surviving!"

Qin Changye nodded and continued, "When my strength allows in the future, I'll try to refine a few Breakthrough Pills. Perhaps that can help you break through the limits of your cultivation, giving you a chance to reach the Saint Martial Realm!"

This is not a baseless claim.

The Breakthrough Pill's effect is to break through the limits of one's cultivation.

However, as a ninth-grade elixir, it can generally only be refined by a ninth-grade alchemist.

Moreover, refining this Breakthrough Pill requires many precious and rare medicinal materials, which may not be available even in the entire Great Wilderness. Therefore, Qin Changye did not speak too confidently.

Bai Wuchen was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of any Breakthrough Pill, but since it could break through the limit of cultivation, he could guess that it must be a very high-grade pill.

If someone else had said this, he would have taken it as a comforting remark or a white lie.

But since it was Qin Changye who said this, he subconsciously believed it to some extent.

Perhaps Qin Changye really can do it?

To avoid arousing suspicion, Qin Changye and Bai Wuchen parted ways in the dense forest, each heading in a different direction.

Before parting ways, Qin Changye gave Bai Wuchen a special jade slip for transmitting sound.

In this way, if you encounter any problems that you can't solve, you can crush this special jade slip for communication to contact the other party.

Meanwhile, in a canyon hundreds of kilometers away.

A white-robed man with a youthful face but eyes that seemed to have witnessed countless vicissitudes suddenly opened his eyes.

"Our clone has actually perished!"

The man in white robes was none other than the sect leader of the First Saint Sect, one of the two great beings standing at the pinnacle of the Great Wilderness.

At that moment, standing opposite him was a young man with a very old face but clear eyes, who looked like a novice.

He is the Holy Lord of the Peerless Holy Land.

If outsiders were to see these two super-powerful figures, who respectively founded the Initial Saint Sect and the Peerless Holy Land, and who should have been irreconcilable enemies—and in fact were—being so harmoniously together at this moment, they would be absolutely astonished.

"Is there any way to find out who did it?"

The Holy Lord of the Peerless Holy Land's face darkened.

The sect leader of the First Saint Sect pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I do have a plan. I'll try it now. If he dares to destroy this clone of ours, even a god couldn't save him!"