Chapter 113: Old Friends, Purple House Saint: Come to My Room Tonight
After the philosophical debate concluded, Yao Guang Saint Son returned to his seat.
At this moment, only Chen Changsheng stood in the middle of the palace.
No one among the Heavenly Prodigies present wanted to challenge Chen Changsheng anymore.
Seeing this, Jiang Bufan chuckled and stepped down from his seat.
“Hahaha!”
“Indeed, heroes emerge from youth. It has been a long time since I’ve witnessed such an impressive debate.”
“This Xuan Huang Qi Jin indeed belongs to the young friend.”
“Thank you, Saint.”
Chen Changsheng accepted the offered Golden Page, his face glowing with a brilliant smile.
“As the sun sets and the sky darkens, some of our young friends are not in good shape. Let’s postpone the next Heavenly Heroes Conference to tomorrow.”
“Additionally, I would like to invite you to enjoy the moon tonight; I hope you will definitely come.”
After saying this, Jiang Bufan handed Chen Changsheng a jade slip with the address written on it, then left.
In the face of Kunlun Sacred Ground extending an olive branch, the crowd was not particularly surprised.
After all, everyone wanted to bring in a prodigy like Chen Changsheng.
However, the next scene left everyone dumbfounded.
“Come to my room tonight.”
The Purple House Saint tossed a phrase at Chen Changsheng before departing.
The crowd: “……”
No, you can’t do that!
Although he is excellent, there is still a gap of seven or eight hundred years between you two.
If you really go through with that, we won’t be able to accept it.
Soon after, Yao Guang, No Regrets Pavilion, Langya Pavilion…
All the top-tier forces extended invitations to Chen Changsheng, and all were for a meeting that night.
Faced with such treatment, Chen Changsheng began to complain unhappily.
“Seriously, do you all have to rush together like this?!”
“I won’t be getting any sleep tonight, and no sleep means I’ll get wrinkles.”
Upon hearing Chen Changsheng’s Versailles-like behavior, the others rolled their eyes and rose to leave.
“SWISH!”
Just as Chen Changsheng finished speaking, Wanyan Yue and her companions appeared beside him.
“Cousin, since you’re busy tonight, why don’t you spend some time with us during the day?”
With that, Song Yuanshan and Zuo Xinghe immediately took Chen Changsheng away.
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Eastern Wastes Separate Villa.
Chen Changsheng quietly savored his fragrant tea, while Zuo Xinghe and the others wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng spoke up: “Xinghe, you go ahead; it seems you’ve been holding onto your question for nearly a thousand years.”
Hearing Chen Changsheng’s words, Zuo Xinghe quickly began, “First, my father…”
“He’s dead; I buried him myself.”
Zuo Xinghe’s words were interrupted by Chen Changsheng.
“There are no long-living methods in the Ancient Forbidden Ground; there are, however, many paths to d*ath.”
“My longevity has nothing to do with the Ancient Forbidden Ground.”
Regarding Chen Changsheng’s answer, Zuo Xinghe smiled and didn’t continue speaking.
He had known for hundreds of years that Night Moon Nation had a connection with Chen Changsheng, but Wanyan Yue and Song Yuanshan never revealed Chen Changsheng’s whereabouts.
A thousand years passed, yet Chen Changsheng remained unchanged in appearance, his lifespan unbroken.
Even a fool could see that something was amiss, especially based on Wanyan Yue and Song Yuanshan’s expressions.
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Chen Changsheng’s circumstances seemingly truly had nothing to do with the Ancient Forbidden Ground.
“Why did you interfere with the Heavenly Heroes Conference? This isn’t your character?”
Wanyan Yue said coldly.
In the face of Wanyan Yue’s inquiry, Chen Changsheng replied, “How can you still have the face to speak? Just look at the disciples you taught; they came out to face the world before their umbilical cords were even dried.”
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking.”
“You just want to protect them well, and then shoulder the burdens of this era yourselves.”
“But don’t you weigh your own strengths? Can you even make it?”
“From the training methods your disciples employ, I can tell you haven’t made much progress on the new path.”
“You each have lived for a thousand-plus years; are you aware that your happy days are coming to an end!”
Hearing Chen Changsheng’s words, a hint of despondency flashed in the eyes of the three.
Golden body cultivation, transformation into the divine stage lasts only a thousand years at most. Even if they struggled, they could only live a few more hundred years.
Over the years, despite always attempting to deduce a new cultivation body, hoping to reverse their fate, creating a successful new cultivation body was indeed no easy feat.
After a long while, Song Yuanshan spoke up, “So, Elder Brother Changsheng, what do you plan to do?”
“Seize the Heavenly Mandate, give you good-for-nothing fellows a little longer to live.”
“The cultivation body on Gongsun Huaiyu has far more benefits for lifespan than the golden body cultivation.”
“Although I’ve long prepared coffins for you, I haven’t had the mood to bury you recently, so live for a bit longer.”
Upon hearing this, the three felt a warmth that had long been absent.
After a thousand years, it’s not just those who once protected them; even those who used to talk with them are few in number.
Perhaps in this world, only Chen Changsheng still cared for them as friends, elders, and family.
“So you plan to seize the Heavenly Mandate?”
Wanyan Yue glanced at Chen Changsheng, but Chen Changsheng waved his hand.
“I can’t seize the Heavenly Mandate; my character isn’t suited for it.”
“But there is one person I think is quite good: the leader of the Seventy-two Smoke Signals, Wu Li.”
Upon hearing the candidate Chen Changsheng mentioned, Wanyan Yue and the others were not overly surprised.
Gongsun Huaiyu always followed Chen Changsheng, and if Chen Changsheng had no connection with the Seventy-two Smoke Signals, no one would believe it.
“You value him so highly; he isn’t your son, is he?”
In the face of Wanyan Yue’s sarcastic words, Chen Changsheng responded with a disdainful look.
“Don’t make random assumptions about someone’s identity if you don’t know. I’m clean and innocent like a young flower; you can’t casually slander.”
“This kid was brought out from somewhere by me; his character and talent are both pretty good.”
“He stands a greater chance of seizing the Heavenly Mandate.”
Hearing Chen Changsheng’s explanation, Wanyan Yue quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Additionally, I have enmity with Jiang Bufan; I estimate I’ll have to find a time to deal with him.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Yuanshan immediately became serious.
“Elder Brother Changsheng, what did Jiang Bufan do to offend you?”
“Seven hundred years ago, I arrived at Kunlun Sacred Ground, and at that time, Jiang Bufan was still a quasi-saint son. He wanted to invite me to come out and help him.”
“In the end, I superficially agreed but secretly left him hanging.”
“Unable to find me, he vented his anger on Wu Li, which is also the reason for the feud between the Seventy-two Smoke Signals and Kunlun Sacred Ground.”
“Seven hundred years have passed; seeing an old friend again, he will definitely sense my secret.”
“Even if he can’t see it now, he’ll eventually notice something, so for safety’s sake, I have to k*ll him.”
As soon as Chen Changsheng finished speaking, Wanyan Yue and Song Yuanshan immediately voiced in unison.
“I’ll help you!”
Seeing this, Zuo Xinghe thought for a moment and spoke up.
“Sir is the national teacher of Xuanwu Kingdom; being against him is akin to being against Xuanwu Kingdom.”
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