Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Chapter 639: Chapter 482: Taking Away the Black Coffin

Yes, Chen Zhixing handed some trinkets to his first disciple, Wang Lin, mainly because this time when he left, he did not know how long he’d be gone, and he couldn’t let the two children lack cultivation resources.

As for the entire family resources of the Ziwei Chen Family...

It’s just the beginning!

It must be known that the savings and reserves of the Ziwei Chen Family were controlled by his fourth uncle, Chen Tianchen. Even after his fourth uncle stepped down and passed the position to Chen Zhaosheng, his uncle was still reluctant to let go of control over their finances, while Patriarch Chen Zhaosheng and the then still Peak Realm Chen Zhixing were still living on annual family allowances.

In other words, those bits and pieces on Chen Zhixing, except for some resources he obtained himself, were all considered ’subsidies’ from the Ziwei Chen Family to him as an outstanding family cultivator.

And Chen Zhixing hadn’t been doing it for that many years to accumulate such a substantial family reserve; consider that the Ziwei Chen Family practically governs numerous prefectures in the Southern Domain, the spirit stone share he had was just the family’s output for a few days.

Over a few days, billions of spirit stones.

Converted into the previous lifetime’s currency system of Chen Zhixing, it would be several tens of billions of RMB!

And this was just his own share.

Although Chen Zhixing received the highest amount, Chen Zhaosheng received somewhat lower resources, although still not lacking in spirit stones. Compared to Chen Zhaosheng, the next tier, those serving the family, had over a dozen people receiving resources.

Such terrifying spirit stone reserves show what kind of monstrous existence those noble families who control a state or even multiple states truly are.

When ordinary cultivators consider spirit crystals (one spirit stone equals one hundred spirit crystals) for compensation, Chen Zhixing’s annual salary was a portion of eight million spirit stones. For someone of his noble family background, wealth was merely a trivial matter; at his realm, needed resources couldn’t be purchased with spirit stones alone. Thus, Chen Zhixing could responsibly say that spirit stones were just a number that couldn’t be taken seriously.

The truly important matters were personal cultivation, ability, experiences accumulated through interactions with others, and, of course, various mystical Taoist techniques and Longevity Emperor’s Weapons!

Compared to these, spirit stones only existed in the form of energy, indispensable yet not imperative.

This knowledge and attitude, one might say, were common understandings among the Celestial Profound Realm’s noble family scions.

Not born into the Ziwei Chen Family, Wang Lin, and Chen Zhixing’s naive son, without undergoing this kind of exposure, Chen Zhixing left these things to them also intending for them to learn this lesson.

"So it is said, why in life, as one gets older, do they calculate more and worry about more things?"

Holding a small green bottle in hand, this time Chen Zhixing did not choose to enter the Secret Realm using a thought incarnation. Rather, after greeting the old lady, he chose to visit with his true self the place where the black coffin lay.

"Indeed, things of this magnitude, without seeing them with one’s own eyes, merely from records and images, one cannot perceive their mystical aspects."

The pitch-black forbidden land, with the sun clearly in the sky, yet the area where the black coffin lay, to Chen Zhixing, seemed like a part stained by ink.

There was no sense of danger, only the spiritual sense akin to when he received the Snow Demon King imprint, stirring slightly.

Chen Zhixing knew that the black coffin was once again affecting him.

Without rashly reaching out to touch it, Chen Zhixing circled around observing for a moment, arriving at a rather peculiar conclusion.

"It’s really just an ordinary coffin."

"Yes, this coffin is just an ordinary wooden coffin. Perhaps the materials and specifications seem much higher-end, but there are no traces of any arrays, laws, or true spirit marks on it. It can be said that what truly affects my Snow Demon Race is not the coffin itself but the aura left by the predecessor inside the coffin."

The figure of the Second Generation Snow Demon King appeared beside Chen Zhixing, recounting in a reminiscent manner: "When I was young, I heard my mother say that the reason our Snow Demon Race ended up like this wasn’t because we violated any taboo, it wasn’t like that!"

"Uh...."

"The reason we ended up like this was merely because we came into contact with the aura of the black coffin’s owner, then as the price for contact, we were transformed into our current appearance. It’s a very profound matter. If you must describe it in a way you could understand... do you know about the Chang Ghost?"

"The Chang Ghost who works for the tiger?"

"Yes, when some Demon Tigers kill others having gained wisdom and opportunity, without needing to do anything, the souls of those they kill gather spontaneously around the Tiger Demon. The state of my Snow Demon Race is essentially similar to this Chang Ghost form, though the principles might be more advanced."

"But you are not dead."

"Yes, we aren’t dead. This aspect differs from the existence of Chang Ghosts." As he spoke to this, a trace of melancholy flashed in the eyes of the Second Generation Snow Demon King: "I have also been puzzled by this for a long time, until I figured out one thing."

"What is it?"

"Tigers passively create Chang Ghosts because they need them to harm people, but a coffin passively created us Snow Demons, so then it begs the question, for what purpose?"