At eighty, the Holy Sect's enchanting woman aided in achieving longevity.

Su Biyao never dreamed that her invincible charm offensive would backfire so badly on Chen Changsheng.

As the apple of the Su family's eye, she has always had absolute confidence in her appearance.

In the outer sect of the Demonic Sect, which male cultivator wouldn't try his best to please her?

Even someone as powerful as Chen Wuji, the young master of the Chen family, was captivated by her sweet words and became willing to serve as her vanguard in battle.

How come this old man who swept the woodshed for sixty years has now changed into a young body and even his bones have become so hard?

Seeing his beloved being humiliated, Chen Wuji couldn't hold back any longer. He took a step forward, and his powerful aura, almost invincible below the Foundation Establishment stage, crashed down.

"For Sister Biyao to take a liking to your things is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes! Immediately hand over that Great Sun Golden Pen, or I'll make sure you walk out of this Black Lotus Demon City sideways!"

In Chen Wuji's eyes, even though Chen Changsheng has recently gained favor on Saintess Peak, he is still essentially the same Chen family remnant who was trampled on by everyone back then.

If it weren't for the rules of the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Treasure Pavilion within the city, he would have already taken direct action to rob it.

Su Biyao's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she was secretly delighted.

A perfectly timed expression of panic and grievance appeared on her face as she reached out and grabbed Chen Wuji's sleeve:

"Brother Wuji, please don't let Biyao ruin the harmony of the sect... Since Brother Changsheng can't bear to part with her, then let's just get rid of Biyao. She's just a pen after all, not worth you fighting each other as fellow disciples."

These words, seemingly meant to offer advice, are in fact a blatant attempt to add fuel to the fire.

Chen Changsheng watched the two adulterers put on a show in front of him with cold eyes, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

He had no interest in wasting words with the two of them, and with a cold laugh, he walked away.

A moment later, when Chen Changsheng arrived at a secluded alleyway in the Demon City with few people around.

A cold glint flashed in the void, and Chen Wuji's murderous figure arrived as expected, rudely blocking their path. Su Biyao, feigning weakness, followed behind, looking innocent as if she couldn't stop him.

"Chen Changsheng, this young master is giving you one last chance. Hand over the spirit brush, kneel down, and kowtow to Biyao to admit your mistake!"

Chen Wuji suppressed the violent spiritual power within his body and grinned maliciously.

Chen Changsheng put his hands behind his back and looked at him sideways as if he were an idiot:

"Chen Wuji, sixty years ago, your collateral branch took advantage of the misfortune of my Chen family's main lineage and forcibly seized my father's spiritual vein blessed land. I haven't even gone to settle this blood debt with your old man yet, and today you've delivered yourself to my door."

Before Chen Wuji could retort, Chen Changsheng's gaze shifted, coldly piercing Su Biyao who was hiding behind him:

"And you, Su Biyao, sixty years ago, your Su family patriarch personally accepted the three thousand top-grade spirit stones offered by my father as a betrothal gift. Now that your Su family has torn up the blood pact because you despise the poor and love the rich, then you should return what you took back then, with interest!"

When the scandal of the Su family kicking someone when they were down was exposed, Su Biyao's innocent face instantly became extremely unnatural.

"You're talking nonsense! The resources we had back then were completely depleted when both companies suffered losses!"

Seeing his beloved's unpleasant expression, Chen Wuji immediately roared in exasperation.

In order to completely sever his past with Chen Changsheng, he immediately took out a crimson throwing knife that was flowing with blazing pure yang energy from his bosom and pointed it directly at Chen Changsheng:

"You old codger who should have been buried long ago, what right do you have to talk about the old days?"

The moment he saw the throwing knife, Chen Changsheng's originally calm eyes suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

That was his father's signature magic weapon—the Blazing Sun Flying Knife!

When the Chen family was destroyed, this top-grade spiritual artifact was forcibly taken from his father's remains by a collateral branch. Unexpectedly, it has now become a toy that Chen Wuji uses to show off!

"The spirit of the artifact, which has been silent for sixty years... today, it is time for it to return home."

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath, and the pure Yang Overlord Body blood energy within his body was fully restored in an instant.

He didn't make any hand seals at all; he simply stretched out his right hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

"Buzz!!"

In an instant, the crimson flying knife that Chen Wuji had refined seemed to sense the call of his kin's blood and began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp sound of a knife ringing out.

The flying knife broke free from Chen Wuji's spiritual power control and transformed into a dazzling stream of light, landing steadily in Chen Changsheng's palm!

Upon acquiring the magical artifact, a warm sensation, a connection to one's bloodline, instantly spread throughout the body.

As if sixty years had passed, his father's large hand once again rested on his shoulder.

"This...how is this possible? My magic weapon!"

Chen Wuji's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Su Biyao was completely stunned. She had originally hoped that Chen Wuji would use the flying knife to cripple Chen Changsheng and reclaim the spirit brush. Unexpectedly, the other party had taken back the Chen family's trump card without even revealing his technique.

Chen Changsheng gently stroked the throwing knife, a smile curving his lips: "Chen Wuji, you really are a hopeless fool."

"Chen Changsheng! I, the young master, will kill you!"

Chen Wuji completely lost his mind, and the peak spiritual power of the ninth level of Qi Refining erupted without reservation, transforming into a ferocious demonic wolf, and madly punched Chen Changsheng in the face!

however

"Bang!!"

A dull, muffled sound of flesh colliding rang out.

Before anyone could even see how Chen Changsheng made his move, a golden afterimage flashed by, and Chen Wuji was sent flying dozens of feet away like a cannonball.

It smashed down three blue brick and stone walls along the way, and spat out mouthfuls of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

Chen Changsheng dusted off his sleeves and smiled slightly at the stunned onlookers among the rogue cultivators:

"Fellow Daoists, I can attest that I acted in self-defense; he struck first."

Su Biyao stood frozen in place, her delicate body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

The terrifying strength displayed by the man before her had exceeded her understanding of the Qi Refining stage.

"waste."

Chen Changsheng glanced at Chen Wuji on the ground with disgust, put away the Blazing Sun Flying Knife, and disappeared gracefully at the end of the alley.

In the distance, from the shadows, Canfeng silently emerged, watching Chen Changsheng's departing figure, a smile of the most contentment he had shown in sixty years appearing on his face:

"My lord, today the young master not only retrieved your relics, but also completely shattered his inner demons. The rise of the Chen family is just around the corner!"

Half an hour later, Chen Changsheng returned smoothly to his side hall on Saintess Peak.

Upon entering the quiet room, Chen Changsheng couldn't wait to slip into the Realm of Ten Thousand Descendants and Immortality.

He carefully planted the various top-grade magical plant seeds that he had just purchased from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion in the most fertile immortal soil.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he summoned a wisp of immortal spiritual spring water to sprinkle down from the sky.

boom!

What happened next would have astonished even powerful beings in the celestial realm.

The moment the seeds touched the immortal spring, the demonic grass sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing to a foot tall in the blink of an eye!

One year... ten years... fifty years!

With just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the entire immortal field was filled with lush, verdant, and terrifyingly potent ancient demonic medicine kings!

"With these inexhaustible millennia-old medicinal herbs, how could I possibly lack resources?"

Chen Changsheng laughed heartily, then his expression turned serious as he took out the Great Sun Golden Pen that had triggered the anomaly in the Immortal Mansion from his storage bag.

Currently, he only knows a few basic methods for drawing talismans for traveling, defense, and offense.

Ordinary talisman masters rely on the meager spiritual power they cultivate through arduous practice to create talismans.

But as Chen Changsheng touched the space on his chest that radiated endless immortal energy, an extremely bold and crazy idea surfaced in his mind:

"If I were to directly draw upon the immortal spiritual energy of this Myriad Descendants Immortal Realm and infuse it into the talisman..."