Chapter 1 This World is Interesting

This carriage was made of the finest linden wood, with a core of refined steel, capable of withstanding volleys of crossbows and powerful bows, but how could it withstand the piercing of a flying sword?

*Chirp*

Like a sharp blade piercing through paper, it pierced through the old woman along with the young girl in brocade!

Ruthless and indifferent, like a demon!

"Ah, ah!"

Witnessing this scene, the original owner's obsession went completely insane: "Demon, you are a demon!"

"A demon?"

Mu Longcheng savored the screams from the depths of his soul, pondering his own thoughts.

Ruthless?

Indifferent?

Not so.

He simply couldn't empathize even a little with these strangers from an unknown race in an unknown world.

"Return my body to me! Return my body to me!" The obsession continued to roar, screaming in anger.

"Oh?"

Mu Longcheng smiled, his expression indifferent and calm: "Then, I'll return it to you!"

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a miserable howl, Ma Shisan suddenly fell to the mud, and intense pain surged from all over his body, causing him to tremble.

But what made him unbelievable was that the demon actually returned his body to him.

"Why, why?"

Amidst the pain, a doubtful thought couldn't help but arise in Ma Shisan's mind.

But in the next instant, his expression changed drastically. He suddenly raised his head and saw a ray of purple lightning coming from the distant sky.

In less than a fraction of a second, he felt an indescribable, intense pain descend.

His whole body flew up, and then, was completely pulverized into minced meat!

In the last moment before his consciousness was enveloped in absolute darkness, Ma Shisan heard an extremely furious cold shout:

"Die!"

*Boom!*

First, the sword light arrived, followed by a thunderous sound of air being torn apart.

A violent wind immediately rose, instantly forcing tens of miles of forest trees and grass to bow their heads. Countless sand, blood, and broken limbs were blown away.

"My son!"

In the midst of the gale, a middle-aged man wearing a black python robe and a purple-gold crown descended from the high sky with a sorrowful expression, his long sleeves sweeping away the hurricane.

"Damn, damn!"

Reaching out to hug his youngest son, who had fallen into the mud with a dazed expression, Chen Ba Xian felt extreme pain in his heart, roaring like thunder:

"Wu Jiang, you dare to intercept and kill my son, this is your way to death!!!"

Baleful aura was like fire, scorching the surrounding water vapor until it steamed.

After a few more moments, figures wrapped in sword light arrived from the high sky. Seeing the muddy scene, their expressions all changed.

"Lord Marquis..."

An old man with a purple face and a long beard walked out from the crowd, glanced at the chaotic scene, and then said with a solemn expression: "Does this old servant need to use Dao techniques to investigate?"

Holding his unconscious youngest son, Chen Ba Xian nodded grimly.

The old man bowed, took out a palm-sized round mirror, chanted a few words, and then reached out and wiped the mirror.

In the next instant, light projected from the round mirror into the air, replaying what had happened earlier.

"It's that coachman?"

The old man was stunned, and the others were also surprised and uncertain: "A mere coachman actually possesses such strange demon magic?"

"There must be a demonic being borrowing the body of that coachman to be reborn! Zhou Wen Yu, I order you to handle this matter. You must find out the origin of this demon!"

Chen Ba Xian took a deep breath, his murderous intent soaring: "If I, this Marquis, find out the identity of this demon, I will surely slaughter its sect and destroy its path!"

The purple-faced old man looked hesitant, but still bowed and replied: "Yes!"

"Du Ming Sen!"

Chen Ba Xian gave another order, his face gloomy: "I order you to integrate the army. This Marquis will attack Wu in the coming days!"

A tall middle-aged man hesitated to speak, but could only nod in agreement.

"Send my son back to the mansion, I will personally go to the state of Wu!"

Chen Ba Xian narrowed his eyes, a fierce light leaking out:

"You killed my daughter and injured my son, I will make Wu Jiang repay it ten thousand times over!"

...

Among the eighty-four thousand vassal states of Da Yong, the state of Chen was not outstanding. Its territory, population, and economy were not worth mentioning.

But that was only relative. In fact, the state of Chen had hundreds of millions of acres of land and a population of over two billion.

The Marquis's city was located in ten thousand miles of fertile land, surrounded by eight rivers, which could be described as prosperous.

The Chen Marquis's mansion was even more vast and enormous, covering thousands of acres.

The number of servants, maids, and guards alone reached tens of thousands, resembling a city within a city.

"It's been seven days, why hasn't the young master woken up yet?"

"May the Celestial Venerable protect us, the young master must not be in trouble..."

"Young master..."

In a quiet courtyard in the southeast corner of the Chen Marquis's mansion, a dozen maids were anxiously waiting.

They were all servants attending to Chen Xian, the eighteenth son of the Chen Marquis. If something happened to their master, their status would plummet.

Although the young master had been foolish since childhood, he was still a direct descendant. Serving the young master meant they had a relatively high status among the servants.

If the young master was gone, they didn't know where they would be sent.

Seeing that their master had been unconscious for seven days, how could they not be uneasy?

It wasn't until the physician from the mansion came out with a look of pleasant surprise, instructing everyone to brew medicine, that the maids breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed to busy themselves.

"One state serves one family name. Although it is a marquisate, it is actually far inferior to the imperial family throughout the Da Dao Ji."

"A dynasty of seven or eight hundred thousand years... class solidification has reached an unimaginable degree..."

"This world is very interesting."

In the fragrant room, Mu Longcheng leaned against the bed, holding a historical book and flipping through it from time to time, lost in thought.

With his methods, he certainly wouldn't leave behind a living person when killing someone. The reason he did so was naturally for a purpose.

He didn't know why he had come to this world and possessed a coachman, nor did he know if there were any other reasons behind it.

But precisely because he didn't know, he wouldn't stay in the coachman's body, even if leaving that body would make his already damaged soul even more overwhelmed.

And now, thinking back, he realized some different things.

No matter what he did, as long as he didn't leave the coachman's body, he would inevitably fall into great trouble.

After all, a small coachman suddenly displaying strength would inevitably arouse all kinds of suspicion.

Was this really a coincidence?

"But even so, I still fell into trouble..."

Closing the book, Mu Longcheng's eyes flickered.

His actions were not clever, and could even be said to be a helpless move.

Because his soul was severely damaged, bearing the marks of countless injuries, this foolish child was the best place for him to temporarily reside.

He had actually been awake for several days. The reason he pretended to be unconscious was to nurture his fragile soul and to digest the memories he had obtained.

His hypnosis abilities had already reached an extremely high level. Under the influence of mental interference, he could imprint the memories of those he killed into his mind.

These people's memories were of course much more detailed and clearer than the coachman's.

Therefore, he knew very well that this world was not simple.

It could even be said to be very dangerous.

...

The physician hurried to the front yard, anxiously waiting to be notified. After receiving permission, he hurriedly followed into the main hall.

*Huff*

As soon as he stepped into the front hall, before he could take a closer look, a gust of wind rushed towards him, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"You said my son's soul-loss syndrome has improved, and he can already read?"

Chen Ba Xian, still covered in dust from his journey and only having removed his armor, raised an eyebrow, half-surprised and half-doubtful.

He had three wives, nine concubines, and forty-three accompanying women, and his descendants were indeed numerous. However, only the children of his legal wife were recognized by him.

Chen Xian was his eighteenth son and the last son of his legal wife. Unfortunately, he had suffered from soul-loss syndrome since childhood. For thirteen years, he had been muddled and foolish, like an idiot.

This time, he agreed to let his daughter become a disciple of the Xuan Du Sect, partly with the intention of finding medicine for his son.

"I wouldn't dare to deceive the Marquis."

The physician knelt on both knees, trembling.

Chen Ba Xian frowned, simply waved his hand, and let him retreat to receive his reward.

"Lord Marquis, this matter is a bit too coincidental..."

Chen Ba Xian was silent, but Zhou Wen Yu was somewhat puzzled and whispered, "Could it be that the young master..."

"Absolutely not! My Chen family is blessed by heaven, how could evil spirits approach?"

Chen Ba Xian interrupted him with a cold shout, before hesitating and saying, "Do you remember that slovenly old Daoist from thirteen years ago?"

"Hmm? Is the Marquis talking about the slovenly old Daoist who came to the Marquis's mansion when the eighteenth young master was born and wanted to take him as his disciple?"

Zhou Wen Yu was stunned, then seemed to remember something:

"But that old Daoist has no signs of thunder tribulation aura, his Daoist cultivation is obviously not strong; moreover, wasn't that old Daoist driven out of the mansion by you? The young master suddenly waking up, could it be related to him?"

The Da Yong Dynasty revered the imperial family the most, and the feudal lords were the most noble. In their respective fiefdoms, they were even uncrowned kings.

In past years, there were not a few Daoists and monks who wanted to come to the Marquis's mansion to deceive.

How could the Marquis care about such a slovenly old Daoist?

"That old Daoist was not a kind person... When I drove him out of the mansion, he once said that my son would be 'muddled for thirteen years, one day gaining spiritual wisdom, and becoming a celestial immortal in the clouds of the Nine Heavens'..."

Chen Ba Xian's expression was solemn: "I asked him about his Daoist tradition, but he only smiled and said nothing. I suspected that his origins were not right, so I sent Xian'er to the Xuan Du Sect when he was thirteen..."

"Heaven? Immortal?"

Chen Wen Yu gasped.

The traditions of the myriad Daoist sects in the world mostly originate from 'Heaven and Earth'. Heaven refers to the thirty-three heavens, and Earth refers to the eighteen levels.

Legend has it that Heaven and Earth are the places where the most supreme immortals in the universe reside.

One must pass five tribulations to become an immortal!

In the Da Yong world, there were only a few people who had truly passed five tribulations.

And those few people were all peerless experts who dominated the universe and looked down upon the world.

And now, he realized why the Marquis cared so much about this youngest son, and why he would suddenly return even when discussing Dao with other feudal lords.

"The path of immortality is vast and boundless. There has always only been seeking immortals and asking for the Dao, never a famous and upright sect coming to accept disciples?"

As Chen Ba Xian spoke, his expression suddenly changed. He suddenly raised his eyebrows, his gaze like a sword looking into the distance:

"He's here!"

"Hmm?"

Almost at the same time, Mu Longcheng, who was resting in the quiet courtyard, also got up from the bed, casually opened the window, raised his eyebrows, and looked out.

He saw the clouds rolling like a sea, with a simple yellow dragon head looming, sacred and majestic.

"This trouble came too quickly..."

Mu Longcheng sighed slightly, raised his hand to rub his brow, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"Who exactly is scheming against me?"