The Human Rankings Update
"First Place: Chen Yunxuan, Age: Seventeen, Cultivation: Divine Transformation Realm Fourth Layer!"
"Second Place: Ye Zhiqiu, Age: Nineteen, Cultivation: Divine Transformation Realm Third Layer!"
"Third Place: Gu Xian'er, Age: Twenty-One, Cultivation: Divine Transformation Realm Third Layer!"
"Fourth Place: Nie Haotian, Age: Thirty, Cultivation: Divine Transformation Realm Third Layer!"
"Fifth Place: Ye Beiming, Age: Thirty, Cultivation: Divine Transformation Realm Third Layer!"
"Sixth Place…"
With the update of the Human Rankings, the entire Tai Xuan Realm erupted into chaos!
What was happening?
What in the world was going on?
In just a single year, the rankings had undergone such a drastic upheaval?
The top three spots had all been overtaken by newcomers?
Who was this Chen Yunxuan? Who was Ye Zhiqiu? And who was Gu Xian'er?
No one had ever heard of them before—never!
The realm was in an uproar. The sudden emergence of these dark horses had sent shockwaves through Tai Xuan. They had appeared out of nowhere, making a meteoric rise to fame.
"Hahaha! First place! Chen Yunxuan actually took first place!"
"This is the pride of our Northern Domain, the pride of the North!"
"Bah! What nonsense about your Northern Domain? This is the pride of all Four Domains! He’s a peerless prodigy who emerged from our lands!"
"Shameless! Chen Yunxuan is clearly from the Northern Domain—what does this have to do with you?"
"Shameless? How dare you! Don’t forget, Chen Yunxuan is the strongest in the Four Domains, the King of the Four Domains! How does this not concern us?"
Chen Yunxuan was already a legend, a myth in the Four Domains. Now, with this ranking update, another glorious chapter had been added to his tale.
Chen Zhengyuan took a deep breath. His son had truly soared to the heavens, living up to the expectations set by their ancestor’s guidance.
While the entire Chen Clan was immersed in celebration, Chen Zhengyuan knew better. The higher they climbed, the harder they had to work. Otherwise, they wouldn’t just hold Chen Chang'an back—they’d also become a burden to Chen Yunxuan.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect were equally astonished. Only a few months had passed since the last Qingyun Tournament, yet Ye Zhiqiu had leaped from the Divine Ability Realm Fifth Layer all the way to the Divine Transformation Realm Third Layer, securing second place on the Human Rankings.
No one dared question the fairness of the rankings—they were ordained by the Heavenly Dao itself. Who would dare challenge them?
"Who could’ve imagined that in just a few months, Ye Zhiqiu would break through to the Divine Transformation Realm Third Layer? By the time the rankings conclude in two years, how strong will he become?"
"Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. Why have so many geniuses suddenly appeared?"
"Haven’t you noticed? Compared to last year, the top twenty rankings have completely transformed. Aside from Nie Haotian and a few others, most have been pushed out of the top twenty."
"Ah, the opening of the Human Rankings marks the beginning of an era. All the hidden prodigies are finally making their moves."
For some, this was a time of joy—for others, despair. Nie Haotian and his peers wore grim expressions. They could never have imagined being surpassed in just a single year.
Had the title of "Peerless Genius" truly been snatched away from them?
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
"Who are these three? Why have we never heard of them? How could their cultivation progress so rapidly?"
"They must have used some forbidden method to force their breakthroughs. Yes, that has to be it!"
"Hmph! Do they think they can secure their rankings like this?"
"I’ll make sure they learn what a true genius is!"
Nie Haotian refused to accept this outcome. He couldn’t believe anyone possessed greater talent than his own.
Over the past year, he had broken through two layers of cultivation, fully expecting to maintain his first-place position. Yet now, he had fallen to fourth.
Chen Yunxuan, Ye Zhiqiu, and Gu Xian'er had become famous overnight, their names resounding across Tai Xuan. But with fame came danger.
The battle for the Human Rankings wasn’t just about talent—it was about strength, influence, and backing.
To many, these three were now thorns in their sides. Eliminating them would free up the three most coveted spots.
The upheaval in the top three dominated all discussions, rendering the rest of the rankings an afterthought.
Chen Chang'an observed the top ten with calm detachment, but Gu Xian'er couldn’t hide her excitement.
The top three all had deep connections to Chen Chang'an. And within the top ten, another familiar name stood out—Wu Mingdao.
Though he had started late, Wu Mingdao had still managed to claw his way into the top ten, albeit in tenth place.
"Let’s go."
"Yes, Young Master."
While the crowds buzzed with chatter or stared at the rankings displayed in the sky, Chen Chang'an and Gu Xian'er walked forward, their composed strides setting them apart from the frenzy around them.
"Stop right there!"
Before they had gone far, a loud shout rang out behind them.
In moments, a young man surrounded by attendants rushed forward, encircling the two.
Hm?
What was this about?
Chen Chang'an was momentarily puzzled. Had his identity been exposed so quickly upon entering the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty?
But the likelihood of that was slim.
Soon, the young man’s intentions became clear.
His gaze, brimming with undisguised lust, roamed over Gu Xian'er’s figure.
Excellent.
Finally, someone with taste and courage. Chen Chang'an had once wondered why no lecherous fools had crossed their path, given Gu Xian'er’s striking beauty.
Now, at last, they had encountered one.
Gu Xian'er’s expression darkened as she noticed the man’s brazen appraisal.
How dare this insolent wretch set his sights on her?
"Ahem!"
Noticing her displeasure, the young man cleared his throat and straightened his robes.
"My lady, forgive my earlier impropriety."
"Upon seeing you, I was struck by your celestial beauty, hence my impulsive call to halt. I hope you won’t take offense."
"I—"
"Scram."
Before he could finish, Gu Xian'er’s icy retort cut him off.
The young man’s face twisted in anger.
Good!
Spirited!
Just his type!
"It’s been a long time since anyone dared speak to me so boldly."
"Excellent! Truly excellent!"
"I, the heir of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, have taken a liking to you."
"Given your extraordinary bearing and formidable cultivation, why not become my Princess Consort?"
Princess Consort?
Gu Xian'er was stunned by his audacity. Hadn’t she already told him to get lost? Why was he still blabbering?
"I don’t care who you are. Don’t provoke me."
"I have no interest in being your so-called Princess Consort," she said coldly.
"Good, good, good!"
"You truly are different from the rest. Any other woman would be weeping with joy at my proposal—but not you."
"You are precisely the Princess Consort I've always dreamed of."
"Hahaha, it's decided—you're the one!"
Gu Xian'er had never encountered someone like this before. The sheer audacity of this man surpassed even Lin Ruoheng by a hundredfold.
Had he never been rejected in his life? Did rejection only excite him further?
"My apologies, young master. I will resolve this matter immediately!"
Gu Xian'er was seething with rage. Being coveted was one thing, but to have it happen right in front of Chen Chang'an was another.
"No need to rush," Chen Chang'an said indifferently.
Young master?
Gu Xian'er's words caused the heir's expression to darken instantly. She called this man "young master"? What did that mean? What was their relationship?
"Hey, you! Who are you?"
"Why does she call you 'young master'?"
"Listen well—from now on, she is the Princess Consort of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. Remember that. The next time you see her, you will address her with the utmost respect."
"Do you understand?"
Zhenbei Prince's Mansion?
So, this was the heir of Zhenbei Prince. No wonder he was so arrogant and domineering.
Though Chen Chang'an had only just arrived in the territory of the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty, he knew this land belonged to Zhenbei Prince.
In the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty, Zhenbei Prince was something of a legend—a man who had clawed his way up from being a death-row convict to his current lofty status.
Who would have thought his son would turn out so disgraceful?
"So, you're the heir of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion."
"Never heard of you. Don't know you," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.
Huh?
Never heard of him?
Don't know him?
"Hahaha!"
"Good! Very good!"
"Then today, I'll make sure you remember!"
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