On the third day of the war between the five great holy lands and the demonic path.
A earth-shattering piece of news suddenly spread.
It was so significant that even Chen Jiuyang couldn't remain calm.
The Yan Emperor of the Northern Territory was severely injured and on the verge of death!
The assailant was the Lotus Sect, the old crone Liansheng!
Upon hearing the news, the Dragon Country was shaken.
"A troublesome time. Years ago, the Yan Emperor, at the peak of the Venerable realm, repelled this man-eating old monster. If the news is true, even if the Yan Emperor is severely injured, that old crone must have not gained an advantage."
Upon receiving the news in the True Demon Sect, Chen Jiuyang rose and moved, his gaze deep, carrying a hint of killing intent, his figure transforming into a streak of light.
...
Outside Suzhou, in a small town.
Although the five great holy lands and the four demonic sects had officially commenced war, both sides were still probing and strategizing.
Yang Zijian was a reincarnated cultivator who did not belong to the Immortal Alliance.
Reincarnated cultivators like him, who did not belong to the Immortal Alliance, were not many.
He had no family and was a lone wanderer.
Currently at the Golden Core stage, he navigated the martial world with ease and had gained some renown.
This was due to his divine vision, which had evolved from great accomplishment to mutation.
He was currently sitting in a tea house in this small town. There were no mortals here; it was a free trading market jointly established by numerous lone cultivators and small factions.
As people came and went below, each one caught his eye, and he couldn't help but smack his lips:
"Human destiny is divided into gold, purple, red, orange, yellow, white, and gray..."
"Currently, the Jixia Academy has released the Brocade Ranking, the Mountain and River Ranking, and the World Ranking, causing me to lose the opportunity to attach myself to a powerful figure."
"But with the rise of the times and the emergence of various heavenly talents, if I cannot attach myself to these heavenly talents, how can I advance further?"
For reincarnated cultivators like him, without the backing of a major power, there was no cultivation method, stable missions, or resource income. However, as a reincarnated cultivator, his roots were already set, and no major power was willing to accept him.
"After living another life, must I also stop here in this life?"
Yang Zijian, like most cultivators, wanted to defy the heavens but could not.
However, with his divine vision, he could only observe the overall situation to find opportunities and attach himself to individuals with great destiny who had not yet grown.
"With the current war between the righteous and demonic paths, and the emergence of various heavenly talents, the golden age has truly arrived."
"One after another, they are all yellow, white, or gray in destiny, like this old Taoist. They will not achieve much in this life and can only busy themselves their entire lives."
He couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the cultivators and warriors coming and going.
"The current situation is one of internal and external troubles. Internally, there is the war between the righteous and demonic paths that will not end quickly. Then there are the nine forbidden grounds and taboo families that are active. Externally, strong individuals from various countries want to enter and compete for resources..."
"Lying low and attaching oneself to a powerful figure is the best strategy."
"However, it's much better than the war of ten thousand races back then."
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Yang Zijian's eyes lit up, and his expression twitched: "This is..."
He saw two figures reflected in his eyes: one was an old crone wearing white lotus robes, and the other was a female cultivator with a charming appearance and watery eyes.
This was not the point. The point was that the old crone had pale purple destiny, and the young female cultivator had a strong purple destiny!!!
Having purple destiny meant one could be called extraordinarily noble, and would never be an ordinary person in this life. Their status, position, power, and influence would be extremely extraordinary!
He had been waiting in this small town for days without encountering anyone decent, and now, two appeared at once.
Yang Zijian's heart immediately became active!
"What is the origin of these two people, to have purple destiny!"
"How can I attach myself and get to know them..."
"This old crone seems to be injured."
He saw the old crone and the young woman entering various elixir shops and pharmacies.
After observing for a while, Yang Zijian stepped forward to strike up a conversation: "Two ladies, are you looking to purchase elixirs for healing?"
"For just three spirit stones, this old Taoist can introduce you to whose elixirs and medical skills are better in this market."
Lian Sheng Laomu's aura was weak, and a sinister smile appeared on her wrinkled face as she stared at Yang Zijian and said, "Good child, Tong'er, give him three spirit stones."
"Good child?"
Yang Zijian felt a little speechless. He was at the Golden Core stage and had lived for over two hundred years, yet he was called a child. How old was this old crone?
Ming Huatong's spatial ring flickered, and three high-grade spirit stones appeared. She said with a smile, "Thank you, Daoist."
Spatial rings, high-grade spirit stones! These two definitely had extraordinary backgrounds!
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Yang Zijian accepted the spirit stones and began to introduce them, "The market here is presided over by a Nascent Soul stage senior, who hails from the Qu family of the demonic path. The shop is at the end of this street, named 'Qing Qu Pharmacy,' you can go there to heal."
"For elixirs, you can go to the elixir shop opened by Medicine God Valley, which is next door to Qing Qu Pharmacy."
"Tong'er, I will go by myself. You wait here with this young Taoist," said the old crone Liansheng.
"Yes, Grandmother," Ming Huatong replied with a nod.
Yang Zijian's heart rejoiced, as this could be considered establishing a connection with these two.
Then, the old crone Liansheng went to Qing Qu Pharmacy by herself.
Yang Zijian took Ming Huatong to the tea house to wait.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask how old your Grandmother is?" Yang Zijian could tell that Ming Huatong was at the Golden Core stage.
But in reality, Ming Huatong was at the Nascent Soul stage.
Ming Huatong chuckled and said, "My Grandmother has lived for nearly ten thousand years."
"How is that possible..." Yang Zijian immediately disbelieved, saying, "Fellow Daoist, your Grandmother clearly has a martial aura, not an immortal aura. How could she have lived for nearly ten thousand years?"
Martial human quasi-emperors could live for nearly ten thousand years, human great sages had lifespans of five to six thousand years, and human Great Emperors had lifespans of around thirty thousand years.
Ming Huatong blinked her watery eyes and said, "I am not lying."
Seeing Ming Huatong's reaction, Yang Zijian was somewhat speechless and looked disbelieving.
"She is not lying. This old monster has indeed lived for nearly ten thousand years."
At this moment, a young man's voice rang out.
"And who are you?"
Yang Zijian turned his head and saw a young man wearing a nine-dragon embroidered robe, with a handsome and demonic appearance, a demonic mark between his eyebrows, and an aura like an ordinary person, walking in.
Upon seeing this, Yang Zijian was stunned on the spot, his eyes filled with horror.
For no other reason.
In his divine vision, Chen Jiuyang exuded a dense purple-gold destiny, a strand of which soared towards the heavens.
"My heavens... purple-gold destiny..."
Then his expression changed drastically, and his body trembled involuntarily: "Isn't this the Sect Master of the True Demon Sect!"
Glancing at Ming Huatong, who was sitting next to him, Yang Zijian realized that this person was here to find the person next to him.
Ming Huatong's expression changed slightly upon seeing Chen Jiuyang, then she smiled and said, "It's been a while since I've seen Brother Chen. How have you been recently?"
"Quite well."
Chen Jiuyang sat calmly, his expression serene, "Waiter, bring a pot of good tea."