After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"Dongdou, I feel that after living for so long, you still don't understand human nature."

Dongdou Xingjun turned to look at Xiao Yanjun with a puzzled expression. This puzzlement was not because Xiao Yanjun said he did not understand human nature, but because Xiao Yanjun spoke in the tone of an elder when addressing a junior.

Little Yama looks like he's not even twenty years old (Zhou Yan's skin).

Little Yama walked up to Sun Youxing.

“We didn’t know what Sun Youxing’s obsession was before, but now we know that he wants to live forever. The way to live forever is to cultivate magic. Therefore, the things that record magic are of utmost importance.”

Dongdou Xingjun understood somewhat.

"The woman outside did say that some of the books in Sun Wukong's room are replaced every now and then."

In terms of importance, those bookshelves that are left unattended are probably unimportant, while those that are replaced daily are likely the more important ones.

Dongdou Xingjun counted the books on his fingers, but found that he couldn't figure it out. He suspected that there might be some great secret in these replaced books, or that they had been prepared to prevent divination.

However, whether they contain great secrets or are used for divination, it shows that these books are very important, so important that Dongdou Xingjun could use finding these books as a direction for investigation.

Little Yama's hand had already touched Sun Youxing's body.

Dongdou Xingjun was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in amazement.

"Do you suspect that Sun Youxing is hiding some kind of treasure on his person?"

Little Yama said in a deep voice.

"Don't make a sound. This guy is weak. If you disturb me, my hand might slip and he might just self-destruct."

Sun Youxing's meridians were shattered, and he was only clinging to life with a mere wisp of innate vital energy. Any slight disturbance, and if that vital energy were depleted, he would likely be reborn in the underworld. Therefore, they had only sent Wuqu Star to probe his internal energy beforehand, and dared not make any other major moves.

Now that we can guess that Sun Youxing wants to achieve immortality, then the thing that can grant immortality should, without any surprise, be kept close to his body.

Just like college students going to class, if they don't bring their textbooks, they can still manage, but if they don't have their phones with them, then they're doomed.

Dongdou Xingjun shut his mouth.

Little Yama touched Sun Youxing's thigh from his chest.

"Ok?"

Little Yama reached into Sun Youxing's crotch and soon pulled out a bunch of keys. There were three keys; two of them were similar in shape to the door of Sun Youxing's bedroom and the door of the shrine in the Taoist temple where the gods were enshrined; the third key was a very complicated-looking, bizarre key.

Dongdou Xingjun walked to Xiao Yanjun's side, stared at the key for a few seconds, and asked in surprise.

"This is a handmade key."

Little Yama chuckled.

Some wealthy people have custom-made door locks, all handmade, and even the keys are handcrafted. Such door locks are not only exquisite, but also unique in the market, with only one in the world, making them a source of great pride.

Little Yama threw the key to Dongdou Xingjun.

Dongdou Xingjun took it, cracked his knuckles, and then spoke.

"The lock that this key was made for is on Daxing Street in Fenghuo City. The exact location is unknown. I can't figure it out."

This key seems to hold a great secret. Even with the divination abilities of the Eastern Dipper Star Lord, he couldn't calculate its exact location for a while. Of course, for most people, once they determine the size of a street, finding the target is just a matter of time.

Little Yama took the key back from Dongdou Xingjun and then left the bedroom.

Wu Quxing, who was still listening to the gossip of the common people outside, turned around and looked at Xiao Yanjun who came out. Xiao Yanjun, shaking his hand, took the key out of Sun Youxing's crotch and said.

"Let's go to Daxing Street in Fenghuo City."

Without saying a word, Wu Quxing went to Xiao Yanjun's side, hugged Xiao Yanjun, bent his knees, sprang up, and flew into the air. In mid-air, he transformed into a shooting star and flew away into the distance.

After flying for only a few seconds, Wuqu Star slowed down its flight speed.

"Old Yan..."

"Um……"

"I suddenly remembered, where is Daxing Street in Fenghuo City?"

Little Yama took out his phone and brought up a map.

……

Ten minutes later.

Arrived at Fenghuo City, Daxing Street.

Upon arrival, it did not land, but flew in mid-air for a while. Relying on Zhou Yan's omniscient scanning effect, Wuqu Star stopped in front of a villa at No. 556 Daxing Street.

There is a wall surrounding the villa. Because it has been abandoned for eight years, the iron gate of the wall has rusted and can be opened with a push without a key.

Inside the iron gate and surrounding wall was a small, weed-overgrown front yard, beyond which stood the main building of the villa. (伍@◆/)

The main building's door lock is a uniquely shaped six-pointed star. Little Yama inserted the key that Sun Youxing had brought into the keyhole, and with a gentle twist, the door opened.

A faint stench of decay wafted out from inside the door.

Having anticipated this, Wu Quxing released his protective aura, enveloping himself and Xiao Yanjun. The rotten stench that collided with the protective aura circle automatically moved aside.

Little Yama, the Star of Martial Arts, entered the house.

The first floor of the villa was covered with a red carpet, and the walls were decorated with murals. The spiral staircase leading to the second floor was paved with marble and looked very high-end.

Little Yama whistled and spoke to Wuqu Star.

"As expected, the owner of this place is very rich."

The Star of Martial Arts rejoices.

"Who would seek immortality if they had no money?"

There are many people in this world who commit suicide because of the pressure and pain of life. Only those who are rich and have plenty of free time and a very fulfilling life are qualified to pursue immortality.

Because life is happy for them.

After checking the first floor and finding nothing, Little Yama and Wuquxing went up the stairs to the second floor.

On the second floor, there was a passageway in the middle with two rows of rooms on the left and right. Two of these rooms were connected, with open doors. When Xiao Yanjun and Wuquxing walked over, they found a withered tree growing in the middle of the connected room.

Zhou Yan's surprised voice came from Xiao Yanjun's mind.

“人中:转¤＜U:揪々∨芭】＃粫＼'杉3【∧参果树？！

"Although it contains the word 'fake'..."

Chapter Thirty-One: The Secret Chamber

Name: Ginseng Fruit Tree (fake).

Origin: A pseudo-immortal plant cultivated from fragments of ginseng fruit using hundreds of secret techniques.

Benefits: Consuming the fruit can prolong life and maintain youthfulness.

The Little Yama King, whose skin was covered by Zhou Yan, was shocked after hearing Zhou Yan's explanation.

"Ginseng fruit tree? Is this thing the fruit of life?"

The expression on Wuquxing's face also changed behind Xiao Yanjun. The two of them naturally walked to the (fake) ginseng fruit tree and circled around it.

Wu Quxing stared at the withered branches of the (fake) ginseng fruit tree.

"Is this a ginseng fruit tree? Really?"

Zhou Yan's skin, Little Yama, explained.

"It's fake, but it should be considered a descendant of the ginseng fruit tree, and its effects are far inferior to those of the real ginseng fruit tree."

Little Yama tried to touch the bark of the ginseng fruit tree (fake). It felt rough, dry, and prickly. Judging from the tree's appearance, it was probably already dead.

Wu Quxing's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"So these people, like Sun Youxing, somehow got hold of the ginseng fruit tree's grandson's grandson, and are planning to use the ginseng fruit to achieve immortality. But why is the ginseng fruit tree just left here unattended?"

Even if the ginseng fruit tree is fake, it's still a treasure among treasures, right?

Judging from the withered state of this tree now, it seems that no one cherishes it and leaves it to fend for itself.

Little Yan! zHanu:jiusi≈♀≤er￥si◆Lingjun guessed.

"It's probably because it's too late. The ginseng fruit tree can only bear fruit after it matures. The ginseng fruit alone takes three thousand years to flower, three thousand years to bear fruit, and another three thousand years to ripen. It takes almost ten thousand years before it can be eaten."

Little Yama was somewhat amused.

"Sun Youxing is currently in human form. If he can live for a hundred years or so, he can be considered to have achieved success in cultivating his mind. Where would he have the time to wait for nine thousand years, no, maybe hundreds of thousands or millions of years, to eat this ginseng fruit?"

Wu Qu Xing understood.

"I've heard a saying that if you deposit your money in a bank for 10,000 years until it's fixed, and if you disregard inflation, you'll be the richest person in the world 10,000 years from now, but that richest person actually has nothing to do with you."

Sun Youxing is the richest man in ten thousand years, but the problem is that Sun Youxing won't live past ten thousand years.

Little Yama sighed.

"So they must have been full of confidence when they started cultivating this ginseng fruit tree, but when they were halfway through, they realized that it was not very practical to cultivate it."

Little Yama looked around again.

"If I'm not mistaken, this place should be the residence of the wealthy man who collaborated with Sun Youxing and also wanted to achieve immortality. This wealthy man is quite capable. This is the city center, and he still owns such a villa. Judging from the appearance of this ginseng fruit tree, I wonder where he got the fragments of ginseng fruit to cultivate it like this."

"Wait, something's not right."

Wu Quxing suddenly spoke.

"If you can get ginseng fruit fragments, why not eat them directly instead of making them into ginseng fruit trees?"

It is known that just smelling a ginseng fruit can add 360 years to one's lifespan, so even eating a tiny fragment of a ginseng fruit could likely add nearly a thousand years to one's lifespan.

You got such a good thing and instead of eating it, you cultivated it, and in the end you made a ginseng fruit tree that you could only give up (fake).

Little Yama thought for a moment and then responded.

"There are three possibilities. The first is that the ginseng fruit fragment was in very poor condition back then, so eating it might not have any effect. Instead, using it to plant trees would have a greater chance of success."

"The second possibility is that many people covet this ginseng fruit fragment and threaten to kill whoever eats it."

The star Wuqu asked in return.

"Can't we share it?"

Little Yama held up three fingers.

"Therefore, I tend to think of the third possibility: the ginseng fruit fragments were in very poor condition, and eating them could cause serious problems. At the same time, many people coveted them, and with the competition among various forces, they could only compromise in the end."

Little Yama pointed to the withered and dead ginseng fruit tree (fake).

"This tree is blessed with hundreds of secret techniques, which probably originated from different Taoist priests and unorthodox cultivators. How interesting! Just how many people in this world don't want to die?"

After checking the ginseng fruit tree (fake) several more times and confirming that there was no information there, the two left the place with the five ginseng fruit trees and went to a nearby room.

The rooms on the second floor were either studios or bedrooms. The bedrooms usually had a double bed and a bathroom, and were luxuriously decorated, but there was nothing particularly interesting about them. The studio consisted of a computer desk and a computer. Zhou Yan turned on the computer and checked it. It contained mostly normal work records, as well as some adult movies and games.

Both Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun had seen countless films, so there wasn't much to see. But when they saw the game, Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun were shocked.

"Holy crap! The Witcher 4! The Old Man Ring 2! Dead Space 4!"

Xiao Yanjun continued flipping through the pages, and surprisingly, there were a series of sequels and DLCs for masterpiece games, as well as some ongoing comics, and sequels and second seasons of TV series.

As expected of a world eight years in the future, this place's cultural and entertainment products surpass those of Earth by several years.

Of course, now was not the time to watch. Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun reluctantly left the studio and went up to the third floor.

The layout of the third floor is simpler than that of the second floor. There are no bedrooms, just a study, a game room, a living room, a kitchen, and a balcony with outdoor seating and a parasol.

They walked through the arcade, living room, and kitchen without finding anything, until they entered the study, where Xiao Yanjun and Wuquxing's expressions turned serious.

The study on the third floor of the building has five bookshelves, filled with books. Because only eight years have passed since the world fell, apart from being covered in dust and cobwebs, the books do not show any signs of slow oxidation.

Little Yama casually picked up a book and unfolded it. Apart from the paper being a little yellowed and the coloring being a little faded, there was no sign that it would break at the slightest touch.

However, these books were all classic domestic and foreign literature, philosophy books, and some professional popular science books. I searched through them again and again, but I couldn't find any annotations or anything that revealed the owner's thoughts.

However, when Little Yama reached the last bookshelf, Zhou Yan suddenly spoke in Little Yama's mind.

"Brother Yan, touch the far right side of the second shelf."

Little Yama cleared the books from the right side of the second shelf and reached out to touch the shelf wall.

Little Yama's expression immediately changed.

Looking at the right side of the second shelf of Zero, you can't see anything, just a patch of brown paint. But if you touch it with your finger, you can feel a shallow, recessed pattern on the shelf.

Little Yama pressed the pattern down.