Yang Chen's family only had the surname Yang. They were not related to the Yang Family's old master. The family of three hired a horse carriage in the county town. Carrying a few belongings, they quickly left the county town.
Near the next county town, Yang Chen dismissed his original horse carriage and hired another horse carriage in the new county town. They traveled to the second location and changed about six places. Finally, Yang Chen bought a horse carriage. After traveling for more than a day, the family arrived near where Yang Chen had buried the box.
After resting in a suitable place for more than two hours, there was an additional box in the Yang Family's luggage. Furthermore, it was placed in an existing box, so no one could tell.
After that, they chose a direction and traveled for about two months before they arrived at the place where Yang Chen wanted to arrange for his parents to stay. Fortunately, they had taken the official road. The family of three did not seem to be rich, so there were no robbers. They arrived at their destination safely. After this arrangement, no one would be able to find Yang Chen's parents in the future.
In fact, they had already left the Chen Country, where the Yang Family was originally located, and had entered the Zhao Country. For Yang Chen's parents, who were honest villagers, it was almost impossible for them to leave the Chen Country. However, with Yang Chen's arrangements as if he could predict the future, they arrived safely without any mishaps.
The Yang Family's old master had a lot of money. Apart from more than 600 taels of gold and 100 taels of silver, the rest were all low-grade spirit stones. Dozens of kilograms of low-grade spirit stones were equivalent to tens of thousands of taels of gold.
Yang Chen did not stand on ceremony at all. He bought a house, land, and servants. He arranged a large manor for his parents in a slightly remote but beautiful place. There were hundreds of acres of fertile land, dozens of servants, and hundreds of tenant farmers. The two villagers, who had never enjoyed a good day, suddenly became the people they had envied for their entire lives. Everyone greeted them as Master and Mistress. They could not believe it.
This place was located in a remote area. Other than the people in the village, there were almost no outsiders who passed by. Even if there was a war, it would not affect this place. This was a place that Yang Chen had carefully chosen. Naturally, he had considered all of this.
After arranging everything, Yang Chen was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he stayed with his parents for half a year. In the past six months, Yang Chen had been training harder and harder. Coupled with the delicacy of the food, he seemed to have become much stronger. Yang Chen's entire body was bulging with muscles. It was impossible to tell that he was only 16 years old.
After harvesting a season's worth of food, life in the manor was back on track. Yang Chen bid farewell to his parents and left his new home. It had been nine months since he had been reborn.
Thousands of miles away in the county, on the table of the old executioner's room, there were twenty taels of gold. Opposite the executioner sat Yang Chen.
"You mean, you want to be an executioner, and if I help you, these will be mine?" The old executioner could not believe what he was seeing and hearing. How could there be such a good thing in this world?
An executioner was not an enviable occupation. In fact, under the current hierarchy, an executioner was just a job that was despised by the gods and even worse than a beggar. No one would look up to an executioner on the streets. In addition, killing too many people was against the harmony of the heavens. Legend had it that after death, one would go to the 18 levels of hell. The old executioner could not believe that someone was willing to spend so much gold just to do this.
"I was born with a tough life. The celestial master of divination said that if I don't kill enough people, my parents and family will die. Therefore, I want to use the identity of an executioner to kill some people and dissolve my fate." Yang Chen casually made up a plausible reason. "I only want to do this for half a year. After that, I will leave. You can do whatever you have to do."
For half a year, he would kill people for him so that he could kill less. Moreover, he would be given twenty taels of gold. Even after deducting the bribe to the county magistrate, it was still a considerable profit. If the old executioner still did not agree, he would be a fool.
He reported illness, applied for leave, and recommended a disciple. It only took the old executioner half a day to settle all of this. Yang Chen's well-built body made others not doubt that he could take on the heavy responsibility of an executioner.
No one knew why Yang Chen wanted to be an executioner in the mortal world. Only Yang Chen himself knew. There was once a rebellion in the Celestial World in the Celestial World. It happened a long time before Yang Chen ascended. However, Yang Chen also knew that it probably happened after he was born. At that time, the omen in the mortal world was a sky full of blood for a day and a night. Then, the world was in chaos and many dynasties changed.
According to Yang Chen's information, after the rebellion in the Celestial World, the Immortal Executioner Stage had killed thousands of immortals. As for the Immortal Executioner Stage, it was a unique execution artifact of the Celestial World. To prevent the masters from using it to threaten the Celestial World, it had always been operated by mortals. As for the person who operated the Immortal Executioner Stage, it was naturally chosen from the executioners in the mortal world.
If Yang Chen could enter the Immortal Executioner Stage, he would be able to openly kill immortals to cultivate his demonic arts. The benefits of killing an immortal would probably be more useful than killing 10,000 mortals. Not only would he not have to bear the reputation of the demonic path, he would also be able to replenish his spiritual roots. Now that he thought about it, it was as if the heavens had arranged for him to kill immortals.
Yang Chen got into the mood very quickly. On the second day after he was done, there was a prisoner to be beheaded. This was the first time Yang Chen killed someone on the execution ground. It was also the first time he was going to test Old Demon Yi's cultivation technique. Although this was what the old demon said before he died, it might not be false. Yang Chen had to give it a try no matter what. Being an executioner was the best choice for killing people.
"Every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. You and I have no enmity in the past, and I'm just doing my job. I'm sorry for offending you!" Yang Chen's upper body was bare, and his head was wrapped in a blood-red scarf. He reached out and pulled out the death token from the kneeling prisoner's body and threw it to the ground. His right hand raised the ghost head saber that he had been holding in his right hand.
Following Yang Chen's action, the people outside the execution ground immediately widened their eyes and held their breaths. The liquor that had been prepared was placed to the side. Yang Chen picked up the bowl and drank a big mouthful. Then, he took another mouthful and sprayed it at the ghost head saber. After doing all this, Yang Chen's eyes lit up as he looked at the prisoner. His body suddenly emitted a murderous aura, and it was as if he had suddenly become a different person. He raised the ghost head saber high up and slashed down.
The crowd only saw a bright flash of the saber. They weren't even sure if Yang Chen had already done this. However, Yang Chen seemed to have turned back into the amiable young man. He actually took a new piece of silk cloth and started wiping the saber. The crowd was stunned. When they looked closely, they saw that the prisoner's head was still on the prisoner's neck. It didn't move at all. What was going on?
While they were still in shock, a trace of blood suddenly appeared on the prisoner's neck. Then, the blood grew longer and longer until it became a line of blood. Then, with a bang, the head fell off from the line of blood, revealing a bowl-sized wound. Hot blood gushed out like a fountain, shooting up into the sky. The sizzling sound lasted for five or six breaths before the blood stopped flowing. Only then did the kneeling prisoner's body fall to the ground.
Whoosh. There was a burst of noise, followed by thunderous cheers.
Yang Chen took a deep breath. The cultivation method that he had memorized countless times in his mind suddenly began to circulate. An invisible aura rushed from the corpse into Yang Chen's body, turning into a warm current that spread to all of Yang Chen's limbs and bones.
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