Chapter 758: Beixuan and Beiming!

Not far away, inside a thatched cottage.

The old man picked up his teacup and sipped the hot tea.

Hearing the exclamations from the people in the medicinal herb field, his lips unconsciously curled into a faint smile.

He was none other than Jiang Hongkang, once demoted from Seventh Vein Elder to herb field guardian by Jiang Daoxuan.

After months of refinement, his inner state had changed, growing increasingly serene.

Living amid the herb field, free from worldly troubles, leading a life of detachment, like a cloud or a crane.

For him, this kind of life was, in fact, the best.

Then, Jiang Hongkang set down his teacup.

He calculated the time and looked at the young man beside him: "Time's up. It's time to switch guards..."

The medicinal herbs in the field were extremely precious.

To prevent servants from causing trouble or sabotaging them.

Every hour of the day, Jiang family disciples took turns guarding them.

And except for himself, who was always here.

The other guards rotated every three hours, arriving here to guard the herb field alongside him and supervise the servants' actions.

Hearing Jiang Hongkang's voice, the young man nodded and quickly pulled out the Cangwu Token, locating the clan designation of the replacement: "Jiang Beixuan."

Meanwhile.

The Zhaoyang Vein's quarters.

Inside a certain room.

A handsome young man lay on his bed, eyes closed.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Gazing at the ceiling and the unfamiliar surroundings, he felt momentarily disoriented.

"I... where am I?"

The young man's eyes revealed boundless confusion.

He clearly remembered that just a moment ago, he had been participating in that earth-shattering War Against the Gods!

In that battle, he had wielded the Emperor's Sword and slain several demonic gods from another realm!

Yet he himself was merely at the ninth layer of Emperor Realm, never having reached Immortal Realm.

That was why, under siege, he suffered grievous wounds and ultimately collapsed from exhaustion and died.

"I should be dead by now—given the methods of those demonic gods, they could never have left my Primordial Spirit intact..."

The young man gently sensed his inner condition.

His once formidable spiritual sense and profound cultivation base had vanished like past clouds and smoke.

Only a shallow Zi Fu Realm cultivation base remained.

"Still, this isn't bad..."

"Since Jiang Beixuan has been fortunate enough to survive, one day, when I rebuild my strength, I will storm that other realm and turn it upside down, drown it in blood, and silence all living things!"

Jiang Beixuan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with boundless hatred!

Those so-called demonic gods had suddenly descended upon their great world, seeking to assimilate its primordial source and feed it back to their own realm.

If they succeeded,

Their great world would collapse, and all living beings would perish!

Though as an Emperor, he might have escaped death himself,

His friends and family were doomed to perish in that great catastrophe.

How could he accept such an ending?

That was why he had launched a desperate strike, defending the safety of the great world!

But the power and depth of the other realm far exceeded their imagination.

In this battle, many old comrades had perished.

Even his own younger brother, the Lord of Beiming Palace, "Jiang Beiming," had nearly perished.

The enemy, like himself, possessed ninth-layer Emperor Realm cultivation, and was hailed by countless cultivators as the "Beiming Emperor!"

He had also cultivated the immensely powerful body refinement art, "Chiming Jiutian Tu," no weaker than an Immortal-grade technique!

He had fused five sword intentions—Dripping Blood, Shadowless, Sky-Cracking, Yin-Yang, and Mind-Only—into his own unique Beiming Sword Dao!

Yet even after slaying multiple demonic gods across a rank gap, he had drawn the attention of the demonic god king, suffered grievous injuries, been swept into a temporal chaos, and ultimately vanished without a trace!

Thus, he now had no ties left—he would spare nothing, all for vengeance for those he cared about!

Blood debt must be paid in blood!

Thinking of this, Jiang Beixuan's confusion vanished swiftly, and his spirit reignited.

Then, he slowly sat up, lowered his head, and stared at his hands, a strange expression crossing his face.

Not only had he lost his once-proud Emperor body, but even his body seemed no longer his own.

"This feeling... reincarnation through a borrowed body?"

The thought had just arisen.

The next instant, a vibration came from his pocket.

Weng weng weng—

Jiang Beixuan followed the sound, extending his right hand.

He quickly found a strange, peculiar token.

What is this?

Jiang Beixuan held the token, examining it over and over.

Yet the more he examined it, the more astonished his gaze became.

Although his cultivation base was gone, his eye for quality remained.

The material of this token was special, far from ordinary — it was probably no weaker than the materials used for a typical Emperor-tier weapon.

A divine object like this, if its marvels were glimpsed by others, would be enough to make Emperor-realm experts act to seize it.

So how could it appear on a mere Purple Mansion realm cultivator?

"It seems the original body's fortune ran deep…"

Just as Jiang Beixuan was sighing in wonder.

His spiritual sense inadvertently brushed against the token.

In an instant, a pale blue light projected out from within the token, appearing before his eyes and forming an interface.

Looking at the many contents displayed above, Jiang Beixuan felt a measure of surprise.

"Cangwu Token? The Jiang clan of Cangwu?"

He had not expected that the clan this original body belonged to actually shared the surname Jiang with his own clan.

Such a coincidence left him unable to help feeling a great wave of wistfulness.

But immediately after, the message that followed made him freeze.

【My shift of duty has ended; please come to the herb fields at once, Clan Brother Beixuan】

Clan Brother Beixuan?

A strange glint flickered in Jiang Beixuan's eyes.

Connecting it with the name of the Jiang clan of Cangwu, how could he not know the original body's name?

It was none other than "Jiang Beixuan"!

The same name as his own!

"Isn't this a little too much of a coincidence?"

Jiang Beixuan lowered his head, falling into deep thought.

At this point, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart, but exactly where the strangeness lay, even he himself could not say.

However, just at that moment, a sudden burst of noise came from outside the door.

"Brother! The sun's already high enough to roast your butt and you're still not awake — what a lazybones!"