Pfft!
"Who is it?"
Yin Tianzi, who was in the midst of secluded cultivation at a critical moment, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood after hearing this abrupt remark.
Chen Chang'an's words were far from ordinary—they carried a surge of soul power. Under the interference of this formidable force, Yin Tianzi felt as if his soul had suffered a heavy blow.
"Damn it!"
"Once I find out who you are, I swear I won’t let you off."
Having his cultivation forcibly interrupted was already perilous, but what puzzled Yin Tianzi even more was the audacity behind those words.
This was the imperial capital! How dare someone cause trouble here? Were the others all dead?
Filled with both confusion and fury, Yin Tianzi forcefully ended his seclusion and emerged.
"Who dares to be so bold as to disturb my cultivation?"
"My cultivation?"
Chen Chang'an couldn't help but find Yin Tianzi's arrogance amusing.
You dare refer to yourself like that?
"This is..."
When Yin Tianzi saw the devastation within the imperial city, he froze.
Dead?
All of them?
The corpses strewn across the ground—weren’t they all members of the Yin Family?
How could this have happened?
"Yin Tianzheng, what have you done?"
"Why has it come to this?" Yin Tianzi demanded, his face dark with rage.
"What have I done?"
"Yin Tianzi, this is all because of you! If not for you, how could our Yin Family have ended up like this?"
"Their deaths—they’re all on you!" Yin Tianzheng roared furiously.
Because of him?
Why was it because of him?
Yin Tianzi’s gaze shifted to Chen Chang'an, who stood not far from Yin Tianzheng. He didn’t recognize him, and as for his cultivation level...
Divine Transformation Realm?
"Who are you?" Yin Tianzi asked coldly.
"You don’t even know him?"
Yin Tianzheng completely lost it at this question.
You don’t even know the man, yet you provoked him?
Now the Yin Family has been ruined because of you, and you still have the nerve to ask who he is?
"Yin Tianzheng, how dare you speak to me like this?" Yin Tianzi glared at him icily.
The two brothers had never gotten along. Yin Tianzi had always been arrogant and dismissive, looking down on everyone, including his younger brother.
Now, this inferior sibling dared to address him so disrespectfully—it infuriated him.
"Why the hell wouldn’t I dare?"
"The Yin Family is already wiped out! What do I have left to fear?"
"Yin Tianzi, you’re the one who doomed our family!"
"If not for you, how could things have turned out like this?"
"You don’t even know him, yet you went and provoked him?"
"And now you shamelessly ask who he is?"
"I swear—I swear I’ll kill you!"
Yin Tianzheng might have once feared Yin Tianzi, always meek in his presence. But now, with everything lost, what was left to fear?
If he wasn’t afraid of death, why would he fear Yin Tianzi?
In the end, death was death—did it matter who delivered it?
Yin Tianzheng’s uncharacteristic outburst left Yin Tianzi stunned. What was he even talking about?
Someone he provoked? When had he ever provoked such a person?
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
"This has nothing to do with me! I’ve been in seclusion all these years."
"Don’t pin your mess on me," Yin Tianzi snapped.
"Nothing to do with you?"
"Fine, fine."
"His name is Chen Chang'an. Now, do you still say it’s nothing to do with you?" Yin Tianzheng demanded angrily.
"What does his name matter to me? Who cares if he’s Chen—"
"Chen Chang'an?"
"You’re Chen Chang'an?"
Yin Tianzi suddenly realized, his face twisting in shock as he stared at Chen Chang'an.
This was the man Changsun Xixue couldn’t forget?
Him?
"Yin Tianzi. His name is Yin Tianzi."
"I remember that name. I remember!"
When Chen Chang'an first called out "Yin Tianzi," Wu Mingdao had felt an inexplicable familiarity.
Now that Yin Tianzi had appeared, Wu Mingdao was certain he had seen him before—someone deeply familiar.
A hatred rooted in his soul made Wu Mingdao’s expression turn grave.
"Did something happen between us?"
"I should remember. I should remember this."
"But why can’t I recall?"
Seeing Wu Mingdao like this, Da Huang said calmly, "You know him—not in this life, but in your past one."
Past life?
An enemy from a past life?
"So this is why Brother Chen brought me here, isn’t it?"
"He wanted me to witness the man who once killed me fall into an abyss of despair?" Wu Mingdao asked.
"Exactly."
A flicker of emotion passed through Wu Mingdao’s eyes as he turned his gaze toward Chen Chang'an in the imperial city.
Chen Chang'an looked at Yin Tianzi and smiled faintly.
"So, how do you like the gift I prepared for you?"
"You did all this?"
"Because of Wu Mingdao?"
"Correct."
"Fine. You’re ruthless."
"But do you really think this will make me grieve? Regret? Blame myself?"
"Chen Chang'an, you’re mistaken."
"Even if every last member of the Yin Family dies, so what?"
"As long as I live, the Yin Family lives on!" Yin Tianzi sneered.
Seeing his confidence, Yin Tianzheng couldn’t help but laugh mockingly.
You think you’ll live? You actually think you’ll survive?
You’re something else—standing before an Emperor, you still dare to boast about living? You’re beyond delusional!
"What’s that look for?"
"Who gave you the right to look at me like that?"
Yin Tianzheng’s mocking grin enraged Yin Tianzi. How dare this worthless fool ridicule him?
"Yin Tianzi, you’re a complete idiot!"
"A grade-A moron!"
"You don’t even know who you’ve offended, let alone how powerful they are."
"And you still have the audacity to act tough?"
"He’s an Emperor! Do you even understand what that means?"
"Damn it—screw this. I’m done with you."
"Go die on your own!"
Overcome with fury, Yin Tianzheng couldn’t take it anymore. Without another word, he chose to self-destruct.
Boom!
The explosion rocked the area, forcing Yin Tianzi to dodge to avoid the blast.
His expression was a mix of rage, disbelief, and confusion.
Yin Tianzheng actually had the courage to end his own life?
And what was that about Chen Chang'an being an Emperor? A cultivator at the Emperor level?
Yin Tianzi turned to Chen Chang'an, who hadn’t moved an inch during the explosion—nor had he been affected in the slightest.
"So it’s true? You’re an Emperor?" Yin Tianzi asked grimly.
"No. But I can still kill you."
"Then it seems… this time, there’s no escape for me."
"No wonder you’ve lingered in Changsun Xixue’s heart—you’re actually a Great Emperor-level powerhouse."
"I lost, but I don’t regret it. If given the choice again, I’d do the same. I won’t allow the woman I love to keep another man in her thoughts."
"My relentless pursuit of breaking through to the Great Emperor Realm was all to prove myself worthy of her, Changsun Xixue."
"But alas..."
"Chen Chang’an, don’t think you’ve won. Let me tell you this—the Yin Family will not fall. Never!"
Seeing the confidence in Yin Tianzi’s eyes, Chen Chang’an sneered. Was he still clinging to delusions?
"Are you referring to those secretly trained by your Yin Family?"
"I’ve been in the imperial capital for days—why do you think I haven’t acted yet? Did you truly believe I spent all this time idly?"
At these words, Yin Tianzi’s expression twisted in shock.
Impossible!
This couldn’t be!
This was a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few. There was no way Chen Chang’an could know.
"No… you’re lying to me. You must be!"
"Wait—if you can speak of it, then you already know of their existence."
"Why? How?"
"Who told you? Who betrayed me?" For the first time, Yin Tianzi was truly shaken.
"It was me!"
Just then, two figures descended from the distance—one was Lin Xiangliu, who had been absent until now, and the other was King Bingjian of the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty.
"You?"
"You… you betrayed me!"
"Xiao Changlin, have you forgotten? Everything you are today is because of my patronage!"
"You ungrateful traitor!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
