The Light of Justice, the God of Kindness Chen Chang'an

Gone?

Just like that, he left?

The Yin Family's greatest pillar of support departed without so much as a word?

Before leaving, he even cast them a look of utter disdain—one they would never forget.

Feng Wuliang couldn't be bothered to engage with the Yin Family. After that contemptuous glance, he vanished without a trace.

His departure spoke volumes, and everyone already knew what it meant.

Yet they refused to accept it.

Even if they were to die, shouldn't they at least know why?

"Chen Chang'an!"

"It's me, Yin Tianzheng of the Yin Family."

"If my memory hasn't failed me, there should be no enmity between you and our family."

"So why go this far?"

"What could possibly make you despise the Yin Family so much?"

Yin Tianzheng, the elder brother of Yin Tianzi, might not have matched his sibling's talent, but he had still reached the ninth level of the Immortal Realm. Within the Yin Family, he was a revered elder.

With Yin Tianzi absent, he held the highest seniority and authority.

No enmity?

Chen Chang'an looked at Yin Tianzheng and sneered. "What? Has it only been a few hundred years, and you’ve already forgotten what happened back then?"

A few hundred years?

What happened centuries ago?

The Yin Family members exchanged puzzled glances, but soon, realization dawned on them.

Wu Mingdao?

Yin Tianzi himself had ordered the execution of the Wu Family’s prodigy, Wu Mingdao!

But even if revenge was to be sought, shouldn’t it be the Wu Family seeking it?

What did this have to do with Chen Chang'an?

"Impossible!"

"How could he have known someone as powerful as you?"

"If that were true, back then, he wouldn’t have—"

Yin Tianzheng couldn’t make sense of it. If Wu Mingdao had known someone like Chen Chang'an, why hadn’t he sought help after his first escape?

"Even so, this is a matter between us and Wu Mingdao."

"You—"

Wu Mingdao?

Hearing his name mentioned, Wu Mingdao, who had been watching from a distance, froze.

Though far away, he could still hear the conversation clearly. He never expected his name to come up in this context.

"He… mentioned Wu Mingdao?"

"Is that me?" Wu Mingdao asked hesitantly, turning to Da Huang.

Third Elder and Gu Fengyao also looked at him in confusion.

While Gu Fengyao couldn’t discern anything, Third Elder noticed something unusual.

"Your soul…"

He didn’t finish his sentence, instead glancing at Da Huang.

Third Elder could tell that Wu Mingdao’s soul was abnormal—a sign that he was likely a reincarnated expert who had once reached the Immortal Realm.

Connecting the dots, Third Elder had already pieced together the whole story.

Da Huang nodded at Third Elder but said nothing, turning back to Wu Mingdao instead.

"You… remember anything?" Da Huang asked.

"I’m not sure. It’s all… hazy."

Wu Mingdao’s mind was in turmoil—fragments of memories surfaced, yet nothing concrete came to him.

Chen Chang'an looked at Yin Tianzheng and scoffed.

"You think this has nothing to do with me?"

"Then tell me, why did Yin Tianzi want Wu Mingdao dead?"

Why kill Wu Mingdao?

Only Yin Tianzi knew the answer to that. Did this mean Chen Chang'an was involved?

"That damned madman! What has he done?"

"A disgrace! He’s brought ruin upon the Yin Family!"

"I always knew his arrogance would bring disaster sooner or later!"

Yin Tianzi might have been the pride of the Yin Family, their strongest trump card, but now, resentment toward him surged in everyone’s hearts.

If not for his reckless actions, would the Yin Family be facing annihilation now?

"Chen Chang'an, it was Yin Tianzi who provoked you, not the rest of us."

"You—"

Chen Chang'an laughed. The Yin Family’s pragmatism was amusing, but did they really think he’d let them off so easily?

"I never planned to spare a single one of you."

"Wait!"

"Senior, we’re not part of the Yin Family. Can we leave?"

"Yes, yes! We have no ties to them. Let us go!"

"Senior, please—"

Seeing Chen Chang'an prepare to strike, the many who had been forced to assist the Yin Family panicked.

Feng Wuliang’s defeat had shattered their nerves.

If the Yin Family’s downfall was inevitable, why should they die alongside them?

"You… Have you forgotten all the help the Yin Family gave you?"

"And you—aren’t you subjects of the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty—"

"Shut your mouth!"

"Do you still not understand your fate? Fengtian Imperial Dynasty? What a joke!"

"Sure, the Yin Family helped us in the past, but it was nothing more than trivial favors. Over the years, haven’t we repaid them tenfold? If not for your family’s power, do you think we’d have come willingly?"

"For years, you’ve oppressed us, and now you expect us to die for you? Ridiculous!"

The accusations left the Yin Family members trembling with rage, their faces flushed.

Betrayed. Abandoned.

Though these people were powerless to change the outcome, their words stung like salt in a wound.

"You… You—"

"What about us? You have no right to speak! Just shut up!"

"Exactly! It’s your family’s wickedness that brought this upon you!"

"Chen Chang'an is acting on behalf of justice, eradicating evil—a noble deed of immeasurable virtue!"

"Right! Villains like you deserve to be punished by someone like Senior Chen. This is divine retribution!"

"Senior Chen is a paragon of righteousness, a—"

The flattery escalated into a chorus of praise, painting Chen Chang'an as a saintly figure of unparalleled benevolence.

"These people… have no shame. I can’t even listen to this anymore." Da Huang gagged, utterly disgusted.

"The Chen Chang'an they’re describing—is he the same person we know?"

"Do they have some kind of misunderstanding about him?"

Gu Fengyao hadn’t known Chen Chang'an long, but she could tell he was nothing like the saintly figure they were praising.

"Fengyao, when people are desperate to survive, they’ll say anything."

"You haven’t traveled much, so you lack experience in these matters."

"Are they praising Chen Chang'an? No. They’re bargaining for their lives."

Though Third Elder understood their motives, their words still made him sick to his stomach.

The sheer shamelessness was unbearable. If this continued, Chen Chang'an would soon be hailed as the god of benevolence and the beacon of righteousness in the Tai Xuan World.

Chen Chang'an took a deep breath at this moment, his heart swelling with emotion.

Who would have thought that the people who understood him best would turn out to be these strangers?

What they said… was absolutely spot-on!

This was the principle of his life, the standard of his character, the way he conducted himself in the world.

Perfect—so he was actually this flawless of a person?

"Enough, no more," he said.

"I admit, I am exceptional, but… such loud praise is not my style."

"Doing good deeds without leaving a name—that is what truly aligns with my heart."

"I am just… that virtuous."

Ugh!

Chen Chang'an's words left the entire group of flatterers utterly dumbfounded.

They had just been spouting nonsense to save their own skins, throwing out every compliment they could think of, assuming a powerhouse like Chen Chang'an would dismiss such empty words.

But instead… they hit the mark? He was actually enjoying it?

"Has he… always been like this?" The Third Elder hadn’t expected Chen Chang'an to be this shameless.

"He’s toned it down a lot now. In the past…"

Da Huang’s face was full of disdain. The Chen Chang'an of old had been downright unspeakable—utterly wretched.

Now that he could cultivate, had disciples, and even maidservants, he’d started putting on airs, reining in some of his shamelessness and sleaziness.

But… a leopard can’t change its spots. He was still the same Chen Chang'an, unchanged at his core from beginning to end.

"And yet, for some reason, I find him so dashing like this!"

Huh?

Dashing?

Since when?

Da Huang and the others instinctively turned to look at Gu Fengyao, who had spoken.

Aside from Gu Xian'er, who nodded in enthusiastic agreement, the rest stared at Gu Fengyao as if to say:

When did you go blind?