James Carter's family only shared the Yang surname; they had no familial ties to Carter Village's Mr. Carter Sr.. The family of three hired a carriage in the county town, brought along their modest belongings, and quickly left the county's borders.

Near the next county, James Carter dismissed the original carriage and hired a new one in the new county town, traveling to a second location. They kept changing carriages, moving through nearly six different places, until finally James Carter bought a carriage himself. After traveling for more than a day, the family arrived near the spot where James Carter had buried the chest.

After resting for over an hour at a suitable place, a chest mysteriously appeared among the The Carter Family's luggage—hidden inside another existing chest—so that no one could tell.

Afterward, they picked a direction and traveled for nearly two months, finally reaching the place where James Carter wanted to settle his parents. Fortunately, they traveled only on official roads, and the family of three did not look wealthy, so no bandits bothered them. They arrived safely at their destination. With these arrangements, it would be impossible for anyone to find James Carter's parents in the future.

In fact, this journey had already taken them out of their original state of Chen, where the The Carter Family had lived, and into the borders of Zhao. For two honest peasant parents like James Carter's to leave Chen was almost impossible. But with James Carter's seemingly prophetic arrangements, they made it through without incident.

Mr. Carter Sr.'s capital was truly substantial: in addition to over six hundred taels of gold and more than a hundred taels of silver, the rest was all low-grade spirit stones. Dozens of catties of low-grade spirit stones were worth tens of thousands of taels of gold.

James Carter was not the least bit polite—he bought a house, land, and servants, and in a somewhat remote but beautiful place, he set up a large estate for his parents: several hundred acres of fertile land, dozens of servants, and over a hundred tenant families. The two peasants, who had never enjoyed a single good day in their lives, suddenly became the kind of people they had envied all their lives—everyone addressed them as master and madam, which they could hardly believe.

This place was remote; aside from the people in their own village, few outsiders ever passed by. Even in times of war, this place would hardly be affected. This was a location James Carter had chosen with great care, having considered all these factors.

After arranging everything, James Carter did not rush to leave. Instead, he stayed with his parents for half a year. During these six months, James Carter became even more diligent in his training, and with fine food, he seemed to have grown much sturdier. His whole body was covered in knotted muscles, making it hard to believe that James Carter was only sixteen.

After harvesting a season's grain and seeing the estate's life settle into a routine, James Carter finally bid farewell to his parents and left this new home. By this time, it had been nine months since he had awakened after his rebirth.

A thousand miles away, in the old executioner's room in the county town, twenty taels of gold sat on the table. Across from the executioner sat James Carter.

"So you're saying you want to become an executioner, and if I help you do it, all this is mine?" The old executioner could hardly believe his eyes or ears—was there really such a good thing in this world?

Being an executioner was not an enviable profession. In fact, under the current social hierarchy, an executioner was a job despised by gods and ghosts alike, even lower than a beggar. No one respected them on the street. Moreover, having killed too many people, it was said to bring bad karma, and legend had it that after death, one would descend to the eighteenth level of hell. The old executioner simply could not believe that someone would spend so much gold to actively seek out this job.

"My fate is hard," James Carter casually made up a plausible reason, "A fortune-telling immortal said that if I don't bring death to enough people, my fate will harm my parents and family. So I want to use the identity of an executioner to kill some people and resolve my fate. I only need to do it for half a year. After that, I'll leave, and you can go back to your own business."

Half a year, killing people on his behalf, reducing his own blood debt, and getting twenty taels of gold—even after giving a cut to the county magistrate, it was still a considerable profit. If the old executioner still refused, he'd be a fool.

Feigning illness, taking leave, and recommending a disciple, the old executioner took only half a day to arrange everything. James Carter's sturdy physique left no one doubting his ability to handle the duties of an executioner.

No one knew why James Carter wanted to become a mortal executioner—only James Carter himself understood. There had once been a rebellion in the Heavenly Court in the Immortal Realm, long before James Carter ascended. But James Carter had learned that the approximate time of the event was after his own birth, when the mortal world was marked by a day and night of blood-red skies, followed by chaos and the fall of dynasties.

According to what James Carter had learned, after the Heavenly Court rebellion, the Immortal Execution Platform had executed no fewer than several thousand immortals of all ranks. The Immortal Execution Platform, a unique execution artifact of the Heavenly Court, was always operated by mortals to prevent powerful experts from using it to threaten the Immortal Realm. As for the candidates to operate the Immortal Execution Platform, they were naturally chosen from among mortal executioners.