"Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. Just tell me, do you want this opportunity or not?" Gong Chen asked.
The father and son exchanged a glance.
With a determined nod, they said, "Alright!"
"Good."
Gong Chen nodded in satisfaction.
"However, I'm still worried. Will Chong really be able to handle it on Dark Shadow Island in his current state?" Lu Zun asked with concern.
"What's there to worry about?"
Gong Chen raised an eyebrow and said, "Even if you were a bit more useless, after just three months of training on Dark Shadow Island, you'd be transformed into a dragon!"
Gong Chen's words instilled growing confidence in the two of them.
They also brought a glimmer of hope back to Lu Chong's dim eyes.
"But Brother Gong, you can't take Chong into Dark Shadow Island yourself. How will he get in then?" Lu Zun couldn't help but ask.
"Heh."
"That's simple."
"The Heavenly Immortal Palace has branches set up everywhere, right? Tonight, just have Chong go and set fire to the one here!"
Gong Chen said with a smile.
...
Three days later.
A major incident occurred in Xining Immortal Continent.
Lu Chong, the son of the Great Transformation Sect's Elder Gong Chen, set fire to the Heavenly Immortal Palace's branch in Xining Immortal Continent.
The manager of the Heavenly Immortal Palace's branch in Xining Immortal Continent was furious.
Not only did he beat Lu Chong half to death on the spot, but he also decided to punish him by sending him to Dark Shadow Island.
Because of this incident, the Great Transformation Sect held an emergency meeting.
During the meeting, Elder Lu Zun had become the target of criticism.
"Lu Zun, look at the trouble you've brought upon our Great Transformation Sect!"
"Yes, Lu Zun, your son's lack of strength is one thing, but how could you not control him?"
"To dare burn down a branch of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, his guts are too big!"
"Do you know how much negative impression this has left on the Heavenly Immortal Palace towards our Great Transformation Sect?"
Facing the criticism from the elders and the sect leader,
Lu Zun remained silent, ignoring their words, while thinking about the potential transformation his son would undergo after three months on Dark Shadow Island.
Surely, upon his return, he would reach the level of Profound Immortal?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Seeing this, the elders who were criticizing him were furious.
"Sect Leader, look, Lu Zun is still smiling. He clearly doesn't take us seriously." One elder said sternly.
Sect Leader Fang Jin's expression also darkened slightly.
"Lu Zun, considering the trouble your son has caused, we unanimously decide to expel him from the Great Transformation Sect," Fang Jin announced.
Upon hearing this,
Lu Zun finally lost his calm and showed anger.
He didn't care about the criticism.
But to expel his son from the sect was...
"Sect Leader, you've watched Chong grow up. Although he lacks strength, he has contributed a lot to the sect over the years, hasn't he?"
"Are you really going to expel him like this?"
"Alas!" Fang Jin patted Lu Zun's shoulder and said, "You know very well the negative impact your son has brought upon our Great Transformation Sect."
"If we don't expel him, our Great Transformation Sect will forever be labeled as opposing the Heavenly Immortal Palace."
"Moreover, entering Dark Shadow Island is tantamount to a death sentence. So, whether he remains a member of the Great Transformation Sect or not, what difference does it make to him?"
These words
Fueled Lu Zun's anger.
The Lu family had served the Great Transformation Sect for generations.
His eldest son, Lu Chong's older brother, had died in a sect war between the Great Transformation Sect and other sects.
Now, this incident had caused Fang Jin and the others to have grievances, which he had anticipated, so he didn't mind the criticism.
But to directly expel Lu Chong from the sect was truly heartbreaking.
"What if my son returns?" Lu Zun asked sternly.
"Return?"
"Lu Zun, you're being too optimistic."
"Once you're on Dark Shadow Island, do you really think you can come back?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
