Chu Xinghe's birthday.

Early the next morning, Chu Xinghe woke from his Cultivate session.

Lonely Sword had already told him that the news of the Huantian Alliance's founding had been spread.

The Alliance founding ceremony would be in half a month.

To promote exchange among the younger generation of Disciple, they were willing to share an Emperor's Opportunity as a reward for this Alliance founding.

Of course, there were various Restrictions for those who wanted to participate.

One could not be over a hundred years old.

One could not use the Restriction set upon one by an Old Ancestor.

Everything else was permitted.

Even bringing an Emperor Weapon was fine.

However, fists and feet have no eyes; life and death are fated, and wealth is determined by heaven.

No retaliation was allowed afterwards.

Additionally, those wishing to participate had to pay a seat fee.

It wasn't much; a single Saint Weapon would suffice.

After many people received this news, their scalps went truly numb.

One could imagine how many people would participate this time.

Moreover, it was just a Saint Weapon.

For many forces, they could produce one at any time.

However, the phrase "life and death are fated, wealth is determined by heaven" was a bit cruel.

Those who could participate were all seeds of their respective clans.

It would still be heartbreaking if they were beaten to death.

But if they didn't participate, wouldn't that make them appear inferior to others?

As for no retaliation afterwards?

Ridiculous.

We of the older generation Cultivate diligently.

What is it for?

If they can't do it openly, they'll just do it in the shadows.

Furthermore, they really didn't believe that some people would not give them some Face.

More than ten days passed after the news was spread.

Chu Xinghe opened his eyes.

"Master, today is your birthday."

"Presenting Master with a birthday gift package."

Chu Xinghe took a deep breath.

Without realizing it, he was already twenty-one years old.

He had been through Transmigration for a year, and with the help of the System, he had killed the Child of Destiny and plotted his own future.

He finally had a foothold in this world.

Chu Xinghe finished his Cultivate session and walked to the main hall.

A person was already standing at the entrance, holding two wine pots in his hand.

Shi Jingfeng came in.

"How is it? I specially made a trip back to steal this from my Master. Usually, that Old Man treats it as more important than his own life."

"Luckily, I was clever yesterday and managed to get him drunk."

Hearing Shi Jingfeng's banter, Chu Xinghe's lips curled upward.

That Old Man was also an interesting character.

As for getting Mo Ru drunk, ten Shi Jingfengs probably wouldn't be enough.

That Old Man also had good intentions.

"Sit."

It was rare for the two of them to be this relaxed.

Early in the morning, Dragon Nine and the others wanted to return.

Even Heaven One and Heaven Two coming over had been rejected by him.

They had more important things to do.

There was no need to make a big fuss.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I smell the scent of good wine."

Just at this moment, an Old Man with a full head of white hair walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Senior Mo Ru, please come in."

Mo Ru walked in, his eyes catching Shi Jingfeng's small movements.

"Stop hiding it. Do you really think your Master doesn't know what you're thinking? I know exactly what kind of shit you're planning to take the moment you stick your butt out."

Shi Jingfeng laughed awkwardly and said, "Master, your tastes are truly heavy. You even want to lean in and watch your Disciple take a shit."

Mo Ru's expression stiffened, his old Face flushed red with anger.

"I'll beat you to death, you unfilial Disciple."

Chu Xinghe had not expected Shi Jingfeng to be this cheeky now.

These two Master and Disciple were both clowns.

"It's quite lively here."

An Old Man leaning on a cane appeared before them, swaying as he walked.

He looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Mo Ru, Chu Xinghe, and Shi Jingfeng all rolled their eyes.

This old guy was pretending again.

It wasn't you who turned into a muscular man last time, right?

Chu Xinghe knew this guy's situation even better.

He had some old injuries in his body, but he hadn't reached such a frail state yet.

Moreover, with the Sun Moon Heavenly Tiger around, how could he die so quickly?

"Hmm, such a fragrant wine scent."

Lonely Sword didn't stand on ceremony and walked right down.

"I knew that when you all gathered, it would be for no good reason. It looks like I didn't arrive too late."

The Sun Moon Heavenly Tiger strode over.

He sat down on a stool without any hesitation.

His gaze was fixed on the two jars held in Shi Jingfeng's arms.

"Young man, don't be so stingy. Bring a few more jars over."

Shi Jingfeng shook his head.

"Senior, it's not that I'm being polite to you, but every jar of this wine is one less in existence."

"One price, no bargaining: one Emperor Weapon."

Pfft.

Mo Ru spat out the water he had just drunk.

Good Disciple, you really give your Master Face.

The Sun Moon Heavenly Tiger looked disdainful.

"What, did you melt down an Emperor to brew wine?"

When the Sun Moon Heavenly Tiger said this, he suddenly remembered that Chu Xinghe did indeed have an Emperor corpse.

"Alright, stop messing around."

Chu Xinghe spoke up.

The few of them sat down.

Chu Xinghe felt a sense of warmth.

These people didn't say anything, but he knew their intentions for coming.

In his previous life, he had been so devoted to those brothers and sisters.

In the end, he only received betrayal.

...

Mysterious Province.

The former Chu family.

This place had already been shrouded by a Formation.

The tombstone and the blood pool were still in this place.

A woman dressed in a black fairy dress stood by the edge of the pit.

She lowered her head, her hair covering her Face, making it impossible for anyone to see her expression.

Drip.

Drip.

Two crystal-clear droplets rolled down her cheeks.

"Wait a little longer, I will definitely find a way to resurrect you."

"If I cannot complete it, I might also come to this place to keep you company. When that time comes, you must wait for me. I missed you once, and I don't want to miss you a second time."

The murmurs echoed in the air.

However, no one responded.

The blood pool, the nameless monument, and the woman in the black dress seemed to merge into the dark night.

Rustle.

Rustle.

A rustling sound rang out.

Zhongli Qingmeng did not turn back.

Beside her stood a woman with snow-white hair and wearing a black palace dress.

Her figure stood proudly as she looked at the blood pool and the nameless monument.

The scene of Chu Xinghe dying while saving her appeared in her mind.

Her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped.

Zhongli Qingmeng retracted her thoughts.

"How much longer will it take?"

Jiang Wanyin took a deep breath.

She clenched her fingers tightly.

"Soon. Many of those Gods and Demons from back then have already revealed their traces. Even if they survived, they are now just lingering on their last breaths."

"How could Dao injuries be so easily repaired? Unless we find the burial dao coffin, there is no chance."

"However, this is also exactly our Opportunity."

Zhongli Qingmeng nodded and said, "We must be careful of one person."

"I know, Wen Rushui."

Zhongli Qingmeng did not say more.

"What is your take on the Huantian Alliance's Emperor Opportunity?" Zhongli Qingmeng asked.

"It should be real. Yin Mountain was not called Yin Mountain before; it was a corner that drifted down from a certain place during the great war back then. I wonder what kind of means that person left behind?"

"Who exactly is that person?"

When the Yin Mountain Opportunity appeared, it was Jiang Wanyin who sent her a message, asking her to go.

However, she returned empty-handed.

In fact, she had already anticipated this when she went.

There were too many of those special people.

The forces behind them were powerful.

There were even the faint shadows of those people behind them.

Those people were deliberately guarding against her.

"That person, he is very, very strong. Among the first generation of Gods and Demons, he was practically on a completely different level. I even wondered back then if he was an existence born earlier than us."

"But I have no way to prove it, and other Gods and Demons have no way to prove it either."