Chapter 598: Longevity Bureau

"Alas, this is a place of Heavenly punishment. Since the Gu Clan ancestor, we have been in steady decline. If it weren't for my, Wuming's, dedication to development over these years, the inheritance of the Witch Clan would likely have been severed long ago."

"Hmph, sucking the blood of your own people and selling out your country for glory—is this what you are so smug about?" Chen Yu stared at him coldly.

"Hehe, as long as I can ensure the growth of my Gu Clan, what does it matter if I become an enemy of the world?" Wuming chuckled.

"Lord Wuming, you promised me... the Longevity Bureau, is it ready now? My time, I fear, is running out." The village chief, who had been hesitating on the side, finally couldn't help but speak up.

"The things I promised you, I can naturally accomplish." Wuming glanced at the village chief sideways: "It's just that..."

Suddenly, he raised the Scepter in his hand, and with a *puff*, a phantom image of the Scepter pierced straight through the village chief's chest.

The village chief was run through, his heart chilled. He raised his head, staring fixedly at Wuming, and pointed a trembling finger at him: "You, why?"

"The Longevity Bureau was never meant for you. Such a grand scheme to defy Heavenly Mystery and reverse yin and yang—is that something a small character like you could possess? You may go in peace." There was not a ripple in Wuming's tone, as if the person he had just killed was no more than a chicken.

*Thump*, the village chief fell heavily to the ground. Until his death, his eyes remained wide open; he died with a grievance.

"The Longevity Bureau, what is it?" Chen Yu looked at Wuming with some confusion.

"A life-and-death scheme that can defy the Heavens and change fate, capable of reversing yin and yang. Do you want to broaden your horizons?" Wuming tilted his head to look at Chen Yu: "To be able to see such a fate-defying Longevity Bureau before you die, you can die without regrets."

"Then I really must thank you. Very well, let me broaden my horizons before I die." Chen Yu nodded.

"Take him away." Wuming chuckled and turned to leave.

Chen Yu was brought to a cave within the Witch Tribe Sacred Land. This place had an Underground Dark River, and on one side of the dark river was a platform carved out by hand.

Natural stalactites hung from the top of the cave, and combined with the radiance reflected by countless glowing fish in the underground river, this place had become a colorful world.

This platform was a massive Altar, and surrounding the Altar stood twelve giant pillars. Each pillar was about as thick as three people could embrace, and carved at the top of each pillar were the heads of various ancient giant beasts.

And in the very center of the Altar was still the statue of the Gu Clan ancestor, possessing wings and an eagle's beak. The statue's wings were spread, the Gu Clan ancestor looking up at the sky with a cold gaze.

What surprised Chen Yu was that a man in a crisp suit, sitting in a wheelchair, seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

The man was in his forties, sporting a small mustache. From his lecherous gaze and his actions, it was clear he was a Fusang person. Chen Yu happened to have looked into this grandson's background; he was none other than Jiwu Lingtai, the leader of the Dusong Society, one of the three major organizations in Fusang.

"It's you?" A trace of killing intent flashed through Chen Yu's eyes. This guy controlled the Shenyuan Group, and his grandfather was a war criminal during the war, having committed countless heinous crimes on this land of Huaxia.

"Hehe, Mr. Chen Yu, this is our first meeting, I suppose. I have looked into you, and you have investigated me, so there is no need for us to pretend." Jiwu Lingtai chuckled.

Chen Yu stared at Jiwu Lingtai, making no effort to hide the killing intent in his eyes.

For most Huaxia people with spirit, national hatred is not something that can be erased by time.

Even though Chen Yu had not lived in that era, he had no fondness for this nation. Moreover, Jiwu Lingtai himself was no good; he and that grandson Wuming were colluding together, both of them evil to the extreme.

"Why are you here?" Chen Yu stared at Jiwu Lingtai.

"Hehe, I actually don't want to be here either, but there is no choice. To stay alive, I had to leave my homeland and come here." Jiwu Lingtai said leisurely: "Chen Yu, with your strength, can you not see my current problem?"

"Heavenly Absolute Syndrome?" Chen Yu looked at the trace of deathly aura emanating from Jiwu Lingtai and understood instantly.

"Correct, it is indeed Heavenly Absolute Syndrome." Jiwu Lingtai moved his body with difficulty in the wheelchair; just this one movement left him panting for breath.

A man behind him hurriedly took out an oxygen bottle. Jiwu Lingtai put the oxygen mask to his mouth and took a deep breath, only then did a hint of ruddiness appear on his pale face.

He let go of the oxygen bottle and waved his hand, and the man behind him retreated.

"Hehe, who would have thought, this terminal illness that only appears in one in a million, would actually appear on you." Chen Yu suddenly laughed: "The so-called Heavenly Absolute means absolute isolation from family, people, and life, with the body entering a state of senescence around the age of thirty."

"Then the body and organs accelerate in aging. Within ten years, you are bound to die. And it doesn't just end with your own isolation; it also affects the fate of everyone close to you. Judging by your state, you probably only have three to five months of life left, right?"

"Correct, everything you said is correct." Jiwu Lingtai nodded: "Actually, I sent Shangchuan of Shenyuan to Huaxia to set up a move, but I didn't expect that piece of trash to be used by you."

"But it doesn't matter, it doesn't affect my grand plan. Hehe, the Longevity Bureau has now been set up, and the Altar before you is my chance to turn the tables." Jiwu Lingtai pointed to the Altar in front.

"Longevity Bureau?" Chen Yu looked at the Altar. After a long while, he murmured: "I understand. The so-called Longevity Bureau, defying the Heavens and changing fate, reversing yin and yang, can help you deceive the Heavenly Dao, reverse your Heavenly Absolute Syndrome, and let you live on."

"Correct, you guessed it. Hehe, our development over these years could not have happened without the support of Mr. Jiwu. Therefore, I am defying the Heavenly Mandate to set up this Longevity Bureau for Mr. Jiwu, reversing his fate and extending his life by thirty years." Wuming remained in his usual state.

"Thirty years of life? You really dare to brag." Chen Yu couldn't help but glance at Wuming sideways: "I just realized what the Longevity Bureau is. You can indeed extend his life, but you need to trade life for life."

"Otherwise, everything is just empty talk." Chen Yu said with a chuckle: "Wuming, do you think you can sacrifice the lives of your own people to trade for his thirty years of life? You should know, this Heavenly Absolute fate, even using the Longevity Bureau, can only trade a few decades of a normal person's life for ten years of his."

"That is not something you need to worry about. Mr. Jiwu has promised me that as long as his life can be extended, our Witch Clan will walk out of the Mountain and reveal ourselves to the world."

Wuming chuckled: "With the Gu Clan ancestor above to save our Witch Clan, and now I, Wuming, to revitalize our clan, the revitalization of our clan is just around the corner. Longevity Bureau, activate."