The child was doted on by many.
Chen Jiuyang no longer had to worry about the child.
He stayed at home for half a month, cultivating some affection with his daughter, when the Sect Master of the True Demon Sect summoned Chen Jiuyang back to the sect.
Chen Jiuyang left the Han clan territory and returned to the True Demon Sect.
The True Demon Sect had returned to its usual state, with disciples either on missions or diligently cultivating.
The sect did not foster idlers.
Along the way, everyone who saw Chen Jiuyang respectfully called him 'Saint Son' with awe in their eyes.
Within a month of taking office, he dared to kill in Kunlun. The True Demon Sect, with its countless years of inheritance, had scoured ancient texts and found no Saint Son as fierce as Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang's expression was calm. Dressed in black divine robes, he slowly nodded as he walked into the True Demon Sect Sect Master's main hall.
Outside the hall, over a thousand guards were clad in armor, and inside, eighteen elders with varying degrees of authority were seated on either side.
The Sect Master of the True Demon Sect, Su Jinglun, sat high on his throne, wearing ceremonial robes, his aura profound and terrifying.
"Greetings, Saint Son!"
The elders of the True Demon Sect looked at Chen Jiuyang with admiration.
It was truly a joyous occasion for their Holy Sect to produce such a prodigy.
Su Jinglun, with a serious and indifferent expression, softened his gaze as Chen Jiuyang arrived.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
Chen Jiuyang cupped his hands and said loudly.
"Mm."
Su Jinglun responded expressionlessly.
Chen Jiuyang asked, "May I know why the Sect Master summoned me?"
Su Jinglun looked at Chen Jiuyang and said, "Saint Son, your bloodbath of Kunlun has brought fame to our Holy Sect, letting the False Path know that our Sacred Path cannot be easily provoked."
"However, the False Path and our Sacred Path are irreconcilable, and the war between righteousness and demonic forces is bound to erupt. Saint Son, your talent is unparalleled, and the entire True Demon Sect places great hope in you. May I ask what your plans are next?"
Chen Jiuyang replied, "To improve my cultivation as quickly as possible, and simultaneously hunt down those from the Five Great False Paths to avenge my wife and child."
"A month ago, I issued a mission for disciples of the sect to search for the whereabouts of disciples from the Five Great False Paths. If any are found scattered, I will personally kill them."
Su Jinglun and the other elders nodded in unison.
Then, Su Jinglun flicked a jade slip into Chen Jiuyang's hand. Chen Jiuyang asked, "Sect Master, what is this?"
"Sansheng Tomb."
"Saint Son, you have created your own martial path, and it is only a matter of time before you ascend to the Venerable Realm. Your foundation is laid, but you have yet to condense your Dao. Sansheng Tomb contains a fortuitous encounter that will allow Saint Son to condense your Dao sooner. Once you obtain the fortuitous encounter in Sansheng Tomb, you can return to the sect, and the entire sect will assist Saint Son in entering the Venerable Realm as soon as possible."
Chen Jiuyang's eyes shone brightly. "Thank you for your kind intentions, Sect Master."
The Heavenly Realm is the Dao of the Venerable Realm, and condensing the Dao is extremely difficult.
Such a fortuitous encounter and its benefits, ordinary powers would never know such secrets.
"Sansheng Tomb is a secret known to top powers. Saint Son, you will encounter people from other sects there. If you meet someone from the Sacred Path and they speak disrespectfully, Saint Son may teach them a lesson, but do not take their lives," Su Jinglun said.
At this moment, the entire demonic path knew that Saint Son Qianyang was bloodthirsty and killed at the slightest disagreement.
Chen Jiuyang's battle records from his humble beginnings were laid bare before everyone.
He could kill anyone from the False Path at will, but if their own Saint Son killed a true disciple from another lineage of the Sacred Path, it would be difficult to resolve.
"..."
Chen Jiuyang was somewhat speechless. He wondered who had spread the rumor that he was bloodthirsty; wasn't this slandering him without cause?
"Inside the jade pendant are the experiences and insights of past prodigies of the sect who have been to Sansheng Tomb. It should be of some help to Saint Son."
"Saint Son, when you leave the sect, you represent the dignity of our True Saint One Sect's nine lineages and clans. We hope Saint Son will not tarnish the prestige of our True Saint lineage."
Su Jinglun offered more words of encouragement, then closed his eyes to cultivate, dismissing Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang returned to his Saint Son's hall and began to carefully examine the information within the jade slip.
"Sansheng Tomb, the world can only utter its name, but not speak of anything within the tomb. Sansheng Tomb is located..."
"Upon entering, one will forget some of their memories and information. The tomb is fraught with danger. If one can emerge safely and recover their memories, they can then condense their Dao."
"One can prepare some jade slips beforehand and infuse them with their memories as a life-saving measure. Once the memories in the jade slip are triggered, one will be expelled from Sansheng Tomb, and will never be able to enter again in this life, and it will be difficult to condense their Dao."
Chen Jiuyang summarized the useful information from the jade slip, then spent several days preparing, spent some more time with his family, gathered his men, and set off towards Sansheng Tomb.
...
Fengcheng.
September.
The train station and various universities were bustling with activity. Students who had just been admitted to university carried their luggage, full of anticipation for their new lives.
Various military units also commenced new recruit training.
Outside a milk tea shop in front of Fengcheng Medical College, a young man with handsome features, dressed in ancient, ornate robes, sat by the entrance.
"Wow, so handsome."
"Is this a senior from our school?"
"Wearing Hanfu in September, won't he die of heat?"
The young man looked at the university and the youthful students, his expression somewhat complex, his eyes seeming to be lost in thought.
This kind of ordinary yet fulfilling life, a life of ordinary people filled with anticipation every day, seemed to be something he could no longer return to.
After a while, a Mercedes-Benz S460 stopped in front of the milk tea shop. Hu Qijie, dressed in an expensive formal shirt, got out of the car and sat in front of the young man, smiling apologetically, "Jiuyang, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Why be so polite between brothers?" Chen Jiuyang smiled. "Why didn't you bring your wife and child?"
Hu Qijie looked embarrassed. "My wife found out about my indiscretions a few days ago, and I've been enduring her scolding at home. If you hadn't called me, I wouldn't have been able to get out."
"Hahahaha." Chen Jiuyang let out a hearty laugh. "Young Master Hu, who owns a company worth tens of billions, is still afraid of his wife?"
Hu Qijie coughed twice. His chin was slightly stubbled, giving him a mature look. He said, "Wife is wife, and fooling around is fooling around. They must be kept separate."
"That's the talk of a scumbag," Chen Jiuyang teased.
Hu Qijie said, "You haven't been back to Fengcheng in a long time. Are you here to handle some business this time?"
"Yes, I have some matters to attend to."
"If you have time, come to my place. Speaking of which, you haven't met my son since he was born." Hu Qijie said.
"I'll come to your place to see my nephew after I've finished my business," Chen Jiuyang replied.
Hu Qijie followed Chen Jiuyang's gaze to the school gate and sighed, "Time flies so fast."
"Indeed," Chen Jiuyang replied.
This time last year, Chen Jiuyang had just retired from the Sharp Blade Legion, and his girlfriend at the time had cheated on him with a rich second-generation.
Looking back at this year, so much had happened. He and his good friend Hu Qijie both had children, but their destinies were different.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, wearing martial robes and attire, approached Chen Jiuyang and said respectfully,
"Saint Son, the target's whereabouts have been found."
Chen Jiuyang immediately stood up, patted Hu Qijie's shoulder, "Brother, I'll find you after I'm done with my business."
With that, over a hundred people suddenly appeared, surrounding Chen Jiuyang as he departed.
Hu Qijie watched Chen Jiuyang's departing back, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
How can a golden scale remain in a pond when it encounters wind and clouds and transforms into a dragon?