Chen Changsheng was busy treating the crowd.

Suddenly, several powerful auras approached from afar.

In response, the lower-level cultivators of Xuanwu Nation skillfully made way.

"Zuo Xinghe greets you, sir."

A young man dressed in luxurious attire bowed respectfully to Chen Changsheng.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng sighed and said, "I really regret saving you back then. You come to invite me every year, and it's been ten years now. Aren't you tired of it?"

The young man in luxurious clothing chuckled and replied, "If I can invite you, sir, what's another ten years?"

"If it weren't for your rescue ten years ago, Xinghe would have long been dead."

"But what Xinghe can't understand is, with your talents, why do you choose to live in such a small place?"

"If you are willing, Xuanwu Nation would honor you as the National Advisor!"

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips and said, "I don't refuse to go to the capital of Xuanwu Nation because I'm arrogant or because your offer isn't good enough."

"It's just that the capital can't compare to Sea of Bitterness Town!"

"Sea of Bitterness Town is on the edge of the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, where fresh herbal medicine and precious woods are abundant every day."

"I run a coffin shop and a clinic; these things are very important to me."

Faced with Chen Changsheng's excuse, Zuo Xinghe smiled without arguing.

Chen Changsheng had used this reason for ten years, and he had heard it for ten years.

"You are right, sir, but Xuanwu Nation is truly eager for talent. This time, I brought some things that I believe will compensate for your loss."

As he spoke, Zuo Xinghe unveiled the red cloth on a tray beside him, revealing two herbs and a jade slip.

"This Seven Star Grass is a treasure of the Xuanwu Nation's royal family, preserved for three hundred years."

"And this Millennium Flesh Ganoderma was obtained with great effort by Xuanwu Nation."

"As for this cultivation technique, it is the renowned Nine Revolutions Mystical Art. If it weren't only the first three levels, it would definitely be classified as a Heaven-tier technique."

"If you are willing to go to the capital, all these are yours."

Looking at the gifts Zuo Xinghe presented, Chen Changsheng was indeed a bit tempted.

Xuanwu Nation emphasizes physical cultivation, and their physical prowess far surpasses that of the Royal Dynasty.

Moreover, the cultivation techniques in Xuanwu Nation differ significantly from those in the Royal Dynasty.

Here, techniques are divided into Heaven, Earth, Mystical, and Yellow tiers, with Heaven being the highest and Yellow the lowest.

Currently, the only publicly known Heaven-tier technique in Xuanwu Nation is the Celestial Body Refinement Art passed down through generations.

For Zuo Xinghe to offer the top technique below the Celestial Art, it was no small gesture.

Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng approached Zuo Xinghe and examined the items on the tray.

"Flesh Ganoderma, Seven Star Grass, these are the main ingredients for the legendary Glazed Pill."

"It's said that once the Glazed Pill is consumed, one can achieve a Diamond Glazed Body, with physical strength capable of moving mountains and overturning seas."

"In terms of our homeland's realm, it would be unbreakable by anyone below the Divine Transformation stage."

Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, a gleam flashed in Zuo Xinghe's eyes.

However, Chen Changsheng's next action left Zuo Xinghe disappointed.

Chen Changsheng covered the tray with the red cloth again.

Perplexed, Zuo Xinghe asked, "Sir, is this gift still not to your liking?"

"Please, tell me what you desire. As long as it's within my power, I'll agree to any condition."

Chen Changsheng sighed softly and said, "Young Master Xinghe, it's not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but I truly don't wish to get involved in royal affairs."

"The higher your offer, the bigger the trouble you want me to solve."

"I don't think I'm capable enough. You'd better find someone else."

With that, Chen Changsheng waved his hand and turned to return to his coffin shop.

At this moment, Zuo Xinghe suddenly said, "Sir, aren't you interested in the news about the Bronze Ancient Hall?"

These words stopped Chen Changsheng in his tracks.

"Did you really find it?"

"Indeed, ten years ago, you casually mentioned it. Although you didn't take it to heart, I remembered it."

"After ten years of investigation, I've finally found some clues."

"Moreover, the clues about the Bronze Ancient Hall are connected to the capital's affairs, so if you want to know about it, you'll have to visit the capital."

Chen Changsheng was momentarily troubled by Zuo Xinghe's words.

Ever since learning that Niansheng disappeared in the Bronze Ancient Hall, Chen Changsheng had been searching for the whereabouts of other Bronze Ancient Halls.

However, after more than ten years of investigation, he still hadn't heard anything about the Bronze Ancient Hall in Xuanwu Nation.

So much time had passed that Chen Changsheng had almost given up on it.

The locations of the eighteen Bronze Ancient Halls were unknown, and the world was vast and terrifying.

Who knew in which country or remote corner these eighteen halls were located?

Now, hearing news of the Bronze Ancient Hall again, it was impossible for Chen Changsheng not to be moved.

Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng said, "Your news really puts me in a difficult position."

"Alright, I'll accompany you on this journey."

"But let me say this first, I can only do my best with the capital's affairs. I can't guarantee success."

"I'll go pack my things and then go with you."

Hearing this, Zuo Xinghe excitedly said, "Then Xinghe will wait for you outside."

......

Entering his coffin shop, Chen Changsheng packed his belongings into the system space.

Looking at a luxurious coffin in the corner of the room, Chen Changsheng murmured to himself.

"It took five years to collect corpses in the Nightmoon Kingdom, and I've been selling coffins here in Xuanwu Nation for forty-three years."

"Roughly speaking, it's been almost forty-nine years since I left Shangqing Temple."

"Back then, Third Senior Brother's foundation was damaged, and he had at most fifty years of life."

"Now, with the turmoil rising again, is heaven reminding me to prepare for Third Senior Brother's burial?"

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Saying this, Chen Changsheng caressed the coffin engraved with array patterns.

He had spent forty years preparing this coffin.

And its future user was the Transcendent Realist who had forced Chen Changsheng to Xuanwu Nation.

"My Master Ancestor!"

"Whether it's one or two, it's still a burial."

"Third Senior Brother is nearing death, so there's no need for you to live either."

"Your disciple-grandson spent forty years preparing a fine coffin for you. You should be able to rest in peace."

With that, Chen Changsheng smiled, stored the coffin in the system space, and left the coffin shop where he had spent forty-three years.