Chen Chang'an and the others exchanged bewildered glances, while Leng Wuqing's three attendants hurried forward to console their young master.
"What the hell is this?"
"A grown man bursting into tears just like that? How disgraceful!" Kuang Zhongtang's eyes were filled with contempt.
"Old Yao, how did you know his name?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously, turning to Yao Niming.
After all, Yao Niming had rarely stepped outside for years, and Leng Wuqing appeared to be no older than twenty.
How could Yao Niming possibly know the name of such a junior?
"Let me make it brief," Yao Niming began.
"After reaching the Emperor Realm, for some unknown reason, conceiving a child becomes quite difficult."
"Especially for someone like the Blood Slaughter Emperor—his life has been steeped in endless slaughter, burdened with immense karmic debt. On top of that, the cultivation techniques he practices are ruthless and domineering, making it nearly impossible for him to have descendants."
"So he came to me and stayed for three whole years."
"In the end, Leng Wuqing here became his one and only son."
"Perhaps that's why he's been spoiled rotten to this extent," Yao Niming said helplessly.
Huh?
There was such a backstory?
"By that logic, wouldn’t you count as Leng Wuqing’s birth mother?"
Kuang Zhongtang’s sudden remark left everyone stunned. What on earth was going on in this guy’s head?
Birth mother?
Yao Niming’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. Did this blockhead even know how to speak properly?
What?
Did he think Yao Niming and the Blood Slaughter Emperor had a child together?
"No, no, that’s not what I meant!"
"I was just saying that without the Alchemy Emperor, Leng Wuqing wouldn’t exist, so… birth father, yeah, you’d be the birth father."
Kuang Zhongtang quickly corrected himself, but the damage was already done. Whether he rephrased it or not, the implication was the same.
If word got out, it would sound like the Undying Alchemy Emperor had cuckolded the Blood Slaughter Emperor.
Now that would be an earth-shattering scandal across the entire Profound Mystic Realm!
"In that case, the Blood Slaughter Emperor owes you a massive favor."
"And yet he lets this brat come here to throw his weight around?"
"Was he raised eating shit or something?"
Kuang Zhongtang didn’t dare say it, Yao Niming wouldn’t say it—only Chen Chang'an could utter such words so calmly and without hesitation.
"How dare you insult my father!"
"I’ll… I’ll kill you!"
Leng Wuqing shot to his feet in fury, but before he could act, his three attendants restrained him.
"Young Master, don’t act rashly!"
"With the Alchemy Emperor present, we’re no match for them."
Clearly, they had no idea that the Alchemy Emperor was currently weakened and unable to fight.
Even so, Kuang Zhongtang alone was not someone to be underestimated. Though his cultivation was only at the Immortal Death Realm’s seventh layer, his combat prowess was solidly at the ninth.
One attendant instructed the other two to calm their young master, then stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Yao Niming.
"Please forgive the Young Master’s behavior, Alchemy Emperor. He means no harm—it’s just his temperament since childhood. The Emperor dotes on him excessively, which is why he acts this way."
"Our purpose in coming here is to request a pill that might help the Young Master qualify for the Human Ranking."
The Human Ranking?
This kid?
Chen Chang'an had seen through him from the start—this guy’s cultivation… well, he had some, but barely.
As the son of an Emperor, even if he didn’t possess the talent of one, shouldn’t he at least be stronger than the average cultivator?
But this Leng Wuqing was practically useless!
Nearly twenty years old, yet his cultivation was only at the Transcendent Realm’s first layer. In the four outer regions, that might be passable—but this was the Central Heaven Domain, and he was an Emperor’s son! Such pitiful strength was downright embarrassing.
"Mind if I ask—how exactly has your Young Master been cultivating all these years?"
"As an Emperor’s son, resources aren’t an issue, right?"
"Neither are techniques?"
"Or master instructors?"
"So how did he end up like this?" Chen Chang'an asked, genuinely curious.
The attendant looked awkward. It was obvious he knew his young master was a good-for-nothing who only acted arrogant because of his father’s reputation.
"Well…"
The attendant hesitated. How was he supposed to answer? With the Young Master right behind him, speaking the truth would only earn him trouble later.
"You dare look down on me?"
"I, Leng Wuqing, am the son of an Emperor, destined to reach the Emperor Realm myself!"
"I will surpass my father and stand at the pinnacle of all Emperors!"
"What right do you have to criticize me?"
"I am merely a hidden dragon biding my time—my true strength has yet to awaken!"
Confidence!
Absolute, unshakable confidence!
On Leng Wuqing’s face, Chen Chang'an saw a purity untouched by reality—what a beautiful sight.
A face so innocent, so untainted by the mundane world, so transcendent!
Such a person shouldn’t be here—no, he shouldn’t even exist in this world. What a shame. What a terrible shame.
"What a precious child."
"Such a pure, unblemished soul."
"And you people let him wander outside freely? This is a crime!"
"He should be kept safely at home. You’ve tainted him." Chen Chang'an sighed regretfully.
His words left everyone puzzled—except for Da Huang, who understood perfectly.
Especially when Da Huang saw Leng Wuqing’s smug expression after hearing Chen Chang'an’s "praise," he couldn’t help but snicker.
"Senior Da Huang, what’s so funny?" Gu Xian'er asked, confused.
"This idiot doesn’t even realize Chen Chang'an was insulting him, and here he is preening," Da Huang explained with a grin.
"What did the Young Master mean?" Gu Xian'er pressed.
"Simple. This kid’s an idiot, a moron, a complete imbecile who should’ve been locked up at home instead of paraded around for everyone to laugh at."
"Now… understand?"
After Da Huang’s explanation, the others finally grasped the meaning, while Leng Wuqing’s smug expression froze on his face.
Misunderstanding!
This was all the ignorance of the common folk!
They were blind to his genius—yes, that had to be it!
"I won’t stoop to your level of ignorance."
"I am the son of an Emperor—a man of status."
"Hmph!"
No one could tell whether Leng Wuqing was naively stupid or stupidly naive, but one thing was certain—this kid’s brain wasn’t all there.
Still, he wasn’t completely brainless. He knew well enough that in this situation, he stood no chance of winning.
"So, Alchemy Emperor."
"My father said you’d have a way to get me on the Human Ranking within three years."
"I don’t care how you do it—just get it done."
"Figure it out yourself."
It was clear that Leng Wuqing had grown accustomed to being treated like a young master at home, believing everyone should indulge and obey him, speaking to others with nothing but a commanding tone.
"Go back and tell the Blood Slaughter Emperor to discipline his son properly."
"Goodbye, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out!"
Yao Niming had never been an easy man to get along with. The way he treated Chen Chang'an versus others was like night and day.
Did they really think the Alchemy Emperor had no temper?
Back in the day, even the Blood Slaughter Emperor had to beg Yao Niming for favors. And now, some junior dared to act so arrogantly?
"You…"
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll have my father raze your Alchemy Emperor City to the ground?" Leng Wuqing snarled.
"Young Master, hold your tongue!"
His words sent a jolt of terror through his three attendants. Good heavens, was this something he should be saying out loud?
"Oh?"
"Raze my Alchemy Emperor City?"
"Fine!"
"I’d like to see if the Blood Slaughter Emperor even has the ability to destroy my city."
"I’ll be waiting."
With a cold snort, Yao Niming turned and walked away, leaving Leng Wuqing seething with fury.
He dared to disrespect me?
He actually dared to disrespect the son of the Blood Slaughter Emperor?
"Fine!"
"Just wait! I swear I’ll wipe your Alchemy Emperor City off the map!"
Leng Wuqing had never suffered such humiliation in his life.
In his mind, no one was allowed to defy him—and if they did, they deserved nothing but death.
"Let’s go. I’ll have my father lead his Blood Slaughter Army and crush this damned city!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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