Wilderness.
A young-looking cultivator, dressed in coarse linen, carrying a broad sword on his back, walks toward a distant city under the setting sun.
Trailing behind him is a boy of around fifteen or sixteen.
An Chuzhi stops and takes out a jade pendant from his bosom, handing it over: "Inside, is the lifetime learning of our senior brothers and myself, from here onward, it belongs to you."
The boy silently accepts the jade pendant.
"Go on."
An Chuzhi smiles and pats his shoulder: "Having walked this path so far, thereâs nothing more that I can teach you."
The boy asks, "And you, Master Uncle?"
An Chuzhi says with enlightenment: "I have to leave too. You are now the sole heir of our Heavenly Sword Sect, you must cultivate diligently, and do not break the sectâs legacy."
"Master Uncle."
The boy clutches the jade pendant tightly, his voice trembling: "In the future, I promise Iâll avenge you!"
"Wrong."
An Chuzhi softly says: "Wrong, you have no enemies, nor do you need revenge."
"Master was killed by Zhang Huaiqing and Chen Sansi, and now you, Master Uncle, are forced to die."
The boyâs eyes redden, gritting his teeth: "Such deep enmity, how can it not be avenged?!"
"Senior Brother died because we stole someoneâs destiny, I die to leave a legacy for the sect, both were our own choices, how can we blame others?"
An Chuzhi gently says: "So many things in this world are self-inflicted, yet we end up blaming others. The deeper the obsession grows, it eventually becomes a heart demon, only bringing harm to oneself."
"..."
The boy remains silent.
He always heard Master say, Master Uncle is the most open-minded person in the sect. Only now, does he somewhat understand the meaning of this.
"Go on, Master Uncle has things to handle."
An Chuzhi says: "In the future, your devoted cultivation will be the greatest repayment to Senior Brother and me."
The boy bids farewell with tears.
In the biting autumn wind, only An Chuzhiâs figure remains. He gazes at the distant city, sprawling like a giant beast, murmuring: "Haiyue City."
According to their mole in the Han Dynasty, the Chen has long left the Eastern Continent.
Most likely out to find a place to prepare for Divinity Transformation.
An Chuzhi has thoroughly studied Chen Sansiâs background, knowing he has a Master Brother and a Fifth Brother, one from the Evil God Path and the other from the Buddha.
In these two places, Fifth Rank Spirit Veins are almost nonexistent.
Considering the last Demon Suppressing Tower incident, this person broke through to Nascent Soul in the Ten Thousand Demon Country.
So this time, itâs very likely Chen Lei will come to the Ten Thousand Demon Country.
The True Phoenix Clan, Fox Clan, Qingmu Clan...
As for which among these he will specifically cultivate, it remains unknown.
Therefore.
An Chuzhi plans to attend the Ten Thousand Demon Conference.
Moreover, the other partyâs breakthrough to Divinity Transformation and manifestation will require gathering materials, he might appear here.
If it really doesnât work...
Can only search slowly.
The more days searching, the longer he will live, the more he can look upon this world, this mortal realm.
...
Haiyue City.
After entering the city, Chen Sansi disguises himself as a Wolf Demon, beginning his covert investigation into the whereabouts of the "Heavenly Essence Vine."
"That vine is quite a treasure."
The shopkeeper of a store, an old lady incarnated from a yellow-skinned spirit, speaks in a raspy voice: "It can be used for alchemy, array formation, containing power of the stars, itâs extremely rare, the shop only has a two-thousand-year-old one."
To construct the Divinity Transformation Tribulation Formation, at least a four-thousand-year-old Heavenly Essence Vine is required.
But for Chen Sansi, thatâs not a problem. Even a mere seedling cultivated in fertile soil will grow to the desired age.
Of course, growing an additional two-thousand-year-old medicine age, even in fertile soil, requires significant time.
But with the current situation, there isnât another option, itâs better than nothing.
"Shopkeeper, whatâs the price for the two-thousand-year-old?"
"Two thousand mid-grade Demon Stones."
"Alright."
Chen Sansi doesnât haggle, just as heâs about to pay, a voice suddenly sounds from behind.
"I bid three thousand!"
Turning around, he sees a coarse linen-dressed Human cultivator, cultivation around Core Formation, unfamiliar to him.
The shopkeeperâs eyes light up.
"I bid five thousand."
Chen Sansi hasnât brought many Demon Stones, but can add Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
"I bid eight thousand."
The broad-sword cultivator increases the bid once again.
"..."
Chen Sansi frowns slightly.
Eight thousand.
Enough to buy a four-thousand-year-old Heavenly Essence Vine!
How is it possible that someone spends so much for a two-thousand-year-old?
Itâs clearly intentional against him!
Moreover.
This fellow is a Core Formation Demon Cultivator, where does he get such wealth!
He doesnât continue bidding.
One reason, the disguise as a Wolf Demonâs cultivation is not sufficient, initially under the guise of seeking treasures for his ancestor, unsuitable for higher bidding.
Secondly, he doesnât wish to cause trouble in the Demon Clanâs territory, risking exposure.
"Daoist of Demon Clan."
An Chuzhi asks: "I heard you want a four-thousand-year-old Heavenly Essence Vine? Youâre at Demon Core, what do you need such high-grade spirit plant for?"
"Itâs for treasure-seeking for the family ancestor."
Chen Sansi acts indignant: "Daoistâs cultivation is merely Core Formation, quite daring to compete with our family ancestor for goods!"
"Hehe~"
An Chuzhi chuckles coldly: "If Daoist is not satisfied, bring your family ancestor to find me personally."
"Fine, wait!"
Chen Sansi points at the opponentâs nose, tosses a couple of harsh words, then hurriedly leaves the store, vanishing at the streetâs end.