A mountain path outside the Central Capital.

A young Daoist in a blue cloth Taoist robe came riding on a cow. He had a delicate face, exuding a naturally carefree and unrestrained demeanor.

The old yellow cow carrying him seemed to be very aged, walking leisurely. The young Daoist was in no hurry, lying on the cow's back, seemingly humming a tune.

"In five days, Qingchi will return to Youdu."

"Moreover, her mother has been trapped in Yun Cang."

A woman's voice rang in his ear, but the surroundings were empty with not a soul in sight. Where the voice came from was unknown.

"I've said before, whatever you say about Chu Xiangtian has nothing to do with me."

The young Daoist pouted, muttering, "You chant in my ear all day long, yet never show yourself. You keep saying I'm the reincarnation of Chu Xiangtian and that we were husband and wife in a past life."

"Why don't you come out and let me have a look? If you're attractive, I might consider it."

"But you're a widow, marrying you would be a bit of a loss for me."

The woman's voice didn't appear for a long time, seemingly angered, but finally resurfaced after a long while, "Whether you believe it or not, you are Chu Xiangtian."

"Moreover, you've already condensed your Primordial Spirit, and must have awakened memories of your past life, you just refuse to admit it."

"With Qingchi's return to Youdu, everything we've planned will begin, the curtain will slowly rise, you need to take action quickly..."

The young Daoist suddenly dug his ears, as if trying to clear out something filthy, "Really boring, all this scheming, all the world, all the curtain... I'm just an ordinary young Daoist!"

Saying this, he closed his eyes, lying on the cow's back as if he had fallen asleep.

The voice lingering in his ear was like a gentle breeze, swirling but eventually helplessly dissipating.

As if sensing the woman's departure, the young Daoist kept his eyes shut, but his spirit sank into the sea of consciousness between his brows, where there seemed to be an abyss devouring everything, with faint sounds of water churning.

With a thought, a hazy figure appeared at the edge of the abyss, sitting on the cliff, and a rod appeared in his hand, casting it into the depths of the cliff.

"Calamity, calamity, how did waking up turn me into some significant person's reincarnation?"

"Luckily, I acted convincingly. If that woman detected anything, I'd be dead."

"Fortunately, I can fish out that significant person's memories from this abyss, otherwise..."

He muttered as he cast the line.

Time passed slowly, and before long, the fishing rod in his hand started to shake violently.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The young Daoist was long accustomed to this; if not for using this rod to fish memories, he would have long been exposed in front of that woman.

He exerted a little force with his hand, the rod lifted, and an invisible line seemed to have fished something from the abyss.

Sure enough, in just a dozen breaths, a hazy light cluster was fished out.

"Boring, just another memory fragment, wouldn't it be nice to get a talisman or insight into divine techniques!"

The young Daoist sighed helplessly, reaching out to gently touch the hazy light cluster, and the next moment, many memories surfaced in his mind.

He was in a daze, seemingly appearing in a grand hall.

The hall was extremely dark, and a towering figure, with a stern and solemn face, seemed to have drunk wine, appearing to be in a foul mood, roaring occasionally.

"Celestial Human, Celestial Human!"

"Why? Why doesn't Xiang Yuan have an Immortal Bone?"

"Unfair, unfair, heavens are unfair!"

His voice was filled with helplessness and timelessness, kicking over the table before him, shattering all the cups and plates to the ground, with wine flowing around.

The surrounding servant girls seemed all terrified, not daring to breathe heavily.

The young Daoist curiously observed these girls, finding them to be some well-cultivated dancers, slender and graceful, clad in light veils, with flexible waists and exquisite faces.

Their every move bore an inherent allure, naturally attracting a man's gaze.

However, with the man named Xiang Yuan's anger, these girls were scared pale, trembling, not daring to breathe loudly for fear of provoking the man's wrath.

"Come here!"

Xiang Yuan stumbled to a girl, grabbed her hair, "Kneel down."

The scenes that followed were extremely obscene, with Xiang Yuan venting his madness on the girls, the scenes unbearable to watch.

Those girls, all virgins, were mercilessly flogged by him, blood dripping onto the ground and their white skin, appearing extremely eerie.

However, just as Xiang Yuan was about to claim the last girl, he suddenly swooned, collapsing directly to the ground.

The time in the grand hall seemed frozen, and a man enveloped entirely in water light suddenly appeared in the hall.

He had a towering figure, exuding an aura of swallowing the Eight Desolates, suppressing everything, a self-respecting presence. His appearance seemed to become the center of the world, attracting everyone's eyes.

He slowly walked behind the last girl.

The woman was stripped naked, leaning against the wall.

Xiang Yuan suddenly collapsed, and then the man walked behind her...

The woman was utterly exhausted, her limbs weak, and she fell to the ground, sinking into a deep sleep.

The man casually released a beam of green light, which entered her belly.

"Cyan Splendor Dragon Monarch, in your next life, you'll be my woman!"

He murmured softly, flicked his sleeve, and Xiang Yuan's body was directly taken away.

The water glow on his body began to disappear until it revealed a face identical to Xiang Yuan's.

He briefly examined himself, then picked up a wine flask that had fallen to the ground, pouring some of the liquor into his mouth and splashing some on his body, finally feeling satisfied.

After finishing all this, he embraced the woman he used, murmuring softly, "From now on, I am Xiang Yuan."

...

The little Daoist watched the scene in front of him, unable to resist commenting, "The great figure I inhabit, Chu Xiangtian, truly is lustful. The memory fragments I accessed were almost entirely related to women."

"But that woman is truly pitiful..."

He shook his head, glanced at the woman in "Xiang Yuan's" arms.

Earlier, he had gained some memory fragments related to this woman. In one of them, she killed Xiang Yuan's wife and daughter, and then the fake "Xiang Yuan" pretended to be furious and fought with her, pretending to be defeated and imprisoned.

Under the influence of "Xiang Yuan's" Divine Techniques, she was madly in love with the man, to the bone.

Clearly a man she had imprisoned, yet every day she served him like a maid or female slave, undressing him, washing and bathing him, doing everything personally.

Every day she knelt on the ground to wash his feet, serving like a female slave, allowing "Xiang Yuan" to beat and insult her without any trace of resistance.

In certain skills, she was so lascivious that it made the little Daoist's scalp tingle, amazed, "So a woman can be trained into such a degrading manner."

However, having absorbed Chu Xiangtian's memories, the little Daoist understood well that it was all just the fake "Xiang Yuan's" wicked taste and lust.

After playing for not too long, and once the Princess Consort was pregnant again, Chu Xiangtian seemed to achieve his purpose, letting the soulless, like-a-living-corpse Xiang Yuan replace him.

He simply patted his ass and disappeared without a trace.

The little Daoist murmured softly, "Although Chu Xiangtian's memory is still very incomplete, I have a grasp of its general outline."

"He and that woman set various traps, and after reincarnation, encountered an unexpected accident, leading to his death and dissolution. Instead, I took his reincarnation body."

"As for the 'Qingchi' that woman mentioned today, it should be the daughter Chu Xiangtian and that woman had."

He shook his head helplessly, "Unfortunately, I can only fish for memories once a day, and what I get is still incomplete."

"But the most important thing now is to head to the Ten Thousand Forms Massacre. Chu Xiangtian's life-bound Immortal Soldier is left there, and as long as I can obtain that Immortal Artifact, I can have the power to protect myself regardless of what happens."

Having suddenly replaced a great figure's reincarnation body, and seemingly having a Female Immortal constantly watching, he had to be cautious, daring not to show any flaws.

The little Daoist withdrew his consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, the old yellow ox trudged along the mountain path, but he could already see from afar, a colossal city coming into view.

In that city stood a towering spire, reaching into the sky, that being his destination, the Ten Thousand Forms Massacre.

"Almost there!"

"Old ox, you need to put in more effort."

"My little life depends entirely on you."

...

What happened outside the Central Capital was completely unknown to Lu Chengfeng. Stimulated by the old monk, he could no longer worry about much and swiftly returned to the Yuncang Sword Sect.

His departure was silent, and even fewer knew about his return.

Upon returning to the mountain, he went to find Zhu Yuxian immediately.

Jade Immortal Peak, Immortal Encounter Palace.

Lu Chengfeng did not disturb Cai Xia, who was guarding outside, but instead went straight to Zhu Yuxian's secluded chamber.

For anyone else, entering would be impossible, but Zhu Yuxian had long told him the chamber's mechanism.

With a rumbling sound, the stone door opened.

Lu Chengfeng stepped in, immediately seeing Zhu Yuxian sitting cross-legged on the Cold Jade Bed.

She wore a white dress, her long hair draped, her body enveloped by Tao Essence, her aura ethereal, vaguely merging with the world, a Celestial Sound echoing faintly, Essence Qi from all directions gathering, forming into a lotus flower that descended to the ground.

"Celestial sounds surrounding, heavenly flowers falling, is she about to directly break through to Celestial Human?"

Lu Chengfeng's face was somewhat unsightly, as Zhu Yuxian lacked an Immortal Bone, originally still having a dauntingly long path to becoming a Celestial Human, as hard to cross as an abyss.

However, now she seemed about to break through the Celestial Human Secret Realm directly, and this, naturally, wasn't her monstrous talent, but because of...

The vivid white lotus between her brows.

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