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

The fires that occurred in the beast garden and the side hall of the treasure pavilion of the Hehuan Sect were extremely strange.

It was clearly arson, but none of the elite demon guards stationed around the area managed to spot even the slightest suspicious shadow.

Even a core disciple who stayed by the door of the magic treasure vault every step of the way swore that no one would enter or leave.

Fortunately, the fires in these two locations were not particularly fierce, and they were quickly extinguished under pressure from several elders working together.

With a grim expression, the Hehuan Sect Master Li Wuyai quickly arranged some defenses. Then, anxiously shouting, he grabbed the chief medical elder beside him and rushed back to the Arctic Cabin where the young master resided.

boom!

The heavy iron gate was violently pushed open.

Before Li Wuyai could even call out his son's name, he was struck dead on the spot as if by a bolt of lightning.

The bed was empty; Li Tianhai lay limp and lifeless in the cold pool of blood, like a dead dog.

His body was soaked in demonic blood, and there were two deep, bone-revealing gashes on his wrists and ankles, from which black blood was gushing. His hands and feet were twisted and arranged in a bizarre way.

Even more horrifying, his entire face was covered in a paste of blood and flesh.

Only two bloody holes remained on his ears, his nose and upper lip had been cut off, and dark red blood bubbles were constantly coming out of his mouth.

A thick liquid, alternating between red, white, and black, was slowly flowing from two dark, empty eye sockets...

As for his groin area, it was already stained with blood and was a complete mess.

The medical elder trembled violently, and in extreme weakness and horror, his legs collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He had spent most of his life practicing medicine in the Demon City, and had seen countless horrific injuries, but he had never seen such a cruel, brutal, and inhumanly gruesome sight.

From Li Tianhai's skin, which was glowing with an eerie golden light, he could clearly tell that the young master was not only not dead, but his life force was also extremely strong...

Living like this is worse than dying a thousand or ten thousand times!

Li Wuyai trembled violently, his heart pounding with fear. His once dignified face was now deathly pale.

As if vaguely sensing the approaching aura of a powerful figure, Li Tianhai, who was lying on the ground, suddenly twitched.

From that mouth, devoid of lips and bubbling with blood, came a hoarse groan, rough as sandpaper being rubbed...

Li Wuyai's body swayed suddenly, and he staggered forward a step.

Looking at his once glorious but now inhuman and ghostly form, he went into a frenzy, roaring to the sky:

"Who! Who! Who did this?!"

"Get out here! I'll skin you alive, tear your soul out, grind your bones to dust, and wipe out your lineage!"

The terrifying roar of the Nascent Soul stage expert contained endless resentment and rage, and in that instant, it completely spiraled out of control.

Li Wuyai instinctively felt that his chest cavity was about to explode on the spot, and all the demonic blood vessels in his body seemed about to burst.

"Who is it! Who is it! Show yourself! Show yourself... Ah!!!!"

With a fierce roar, Li Wuyai suddenly rushed forward two steps, and the pressure of his Nascent Soul emanating from his body shattered the window at the back of the room into dust.

Just then, he suddenly noticed two rows of blood-red, wildly cursive characters branded on the black stone wall beside him...

The writing was carved out using his son Li Tianhai's blood:

"Old dog Li! To congratulate your dog son on his imminent ascension to a high position, I present this extraordinary gift, which will surely have no descendants. Please accept it with a smile."

"Ughhhhhh!"

Li Wuyai unleashed a punch, smashing the entire wall covered in blood-red words into countless fragments of rock.

Using his stealth technique, Chen Changsheng silently sneaked back to the dilapidated, remote servant's hut where he used to live.

His expression was stern, and his movements were swift and decisive. He took several old clothes made of coarse cloth from the cabinet, along with all the wealth he had accumulated over the years, and put them into the Myriad Descendants Longevity Realm on his chest.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, Chen Changsheng turned around and took the red velvet blanket that he had once shared with Ji Ruxue from the bed and put it deep into the immortal mansion.

"In this doghouse where I've been a lowly old slave for sixty years... I'm afraid I'll never come back."

Chen Changsheng stopped, his gaze somewhat weary as he looked around the cold, simple room.

What he longed for was not the Hehuan Sect, this man-eating den of demons, but rather the place that held so many memories of humiliation and hardship he had endured before his awakening, yet also some fragmented memories of worldly tenderness.

After a period of time equivalent to half an incense stick's burning, Chen Changsheng's figure mysteriously faded and disappeared again, completely entering a state of perfect concealment.

The reason he was willing to risk exposure by using such a trump card was that the brutal killing of Li Tianhai was merely a small, insignificant interest that he could recover incidentally.

As for that equally damned Hehuan Sect Master Li Wuyai, Chen Changsheng knew very well that even if he used all his trump cards, he would never be able to cross the chasm to kill a Nascent Soul stage old monster.

The opponent's overwhelming demonic power was something I couldn't possibly withstand at my current level.

But just because we can't now doesn't mean we can't in the future!

He vowed to make the entire Hehuan Sect repay this blood debt that nearly separated him and Ji Ruxue forever! He was no longer the cowardly, lowly, and trampled-on old servant who swept the floor!

Any scum who dares to provoke him will have to pay an unbearable price!

At this time, the Hehuan Sect was in complete chaos, with piercing alarm bells ringing incessantly through the mountains. This was exactly what Chen Changsheng had planned, forcing the Hehuan Sect's leadership to issue the sect's highest-level "Blood Slaughter Summoning Order."

Amid such panic, the high-ranking demon guards stationed in the various forbidden areas and the back mountain passes will inevitably be forcibly recalled to defend the area.

As expected, Chen Changsheng hadn't gone far before he saw four powerful black-robed inner sect enforcers approaching him with anxious expressions.

It swept past his shoulder like a whirlwind, heading straight for the chaotic young master's mansion.

Chen Changsheng immediately quickened his pace, his figure transforming into a wisp of breeze, heading straight for the Black Lotus Demon City behind him.