"Chen Chang'an?"
Upon hearing this name, Hua Wulei carefully scrutinized Chen Chang'an before calmly saying, "Then come with me."
Huh?
Just moments ago, she had arrogantly declared that the Luo Shen Palace wasn't a place just anyone could enter.
Yet upon hearing the name "Chen Chang'an," she agreed?
Chen Chang'an himself was also taken aback—this approval seemed... a bit too hasty, didn't it?
"What's going on? Another friend of yours?" Xuan Wudao asked curiously.
"Do I have that many friends?"
"I've only heard of the Luo Shen Palace—I don't know a single person there," Chen Chang'an retorted irritably.
"That doesn't make sense."
"I think this woman's—"
BAM!
"Mind your tongue!"
"You deserve that!"
Before Xuan Wudao could finish his sentence, Hua Wulei sent him flying with a single slap.
Watching Xuan Wudao soar like a shooting star before crashing into another distant mountain peak, everyone could only shake their heads in resignation.
"Ah, poor mountain—what did it ever do to deserve this?"
"Yeah, that's the second one."
"Senior Uncle Xuan Wudao, why does his mouth always get him in trouble?"
"It’s not a feeling—it just does."
No one seemed surprised that Xuan Wudao got hit. After all, she was the deputy palace master of the Luo Shen Palace, and he had the audacity to call her "this woman." Who else would she hit?
He’d be lucky if she didn’t kill him!
"Ah, perhaps it's time to consider having another one," Xuan Tianyu sighed helplessly, already contemplating the idea of raising a second child.
If the first one is useless, might as well start over with a new one.
"Master Chen, please."
"Hm?"
"Alright."
The way she addressed him caught Chen Chang'an off guard. Logically, his current cultivation was only at the Supreme Realm (First Layer).
Meanwhile, she was a genuine Great Emperor-level expert. And yet, she was being so polite upon their first meeting?
Something’s off.
There’s definitely something fishy here!
Chen Chang'an didn’t dwell on it. He was never one to shy away from trouble—after all, if there was one thing he had in abundance, it was an unbreakable life.
As Chen Chang'an and the others departed, the Sect Master of the Wuji Sect worriedly asked, "Elder Xuan Tianyu, are you really letting Wudao go with them just like that?"
"Once they reach the Luo Shen Palace, I fear..."
"Don’t worry. With Master Chen accompanying them, there’s nothing to fear," Xuan Tianyu replied with a smile.
"Master?"
"You mean... Chen Chang'an?" The Sect Master was stunned. He never expected Xuan Tianyu to refer to Chen Chang'an with such reverence.
Wasn’t he just Xuan Wudao’s friend? How could the revered Elder hold him in such high regard?
"You wouldn’t understand."
"Master Chen’s abilities are far beyond what you could ever imagine," Xuan Tianyu said, his face filled with admiration.
"Great Emperor Peak?"
"I can only say—he’s even stronger than that."
Even stronger than Great Emperor Peak?
Holy sht!
That was an overwhelming revelation.
Did that mean Chen Chang'an was among the very strongest even among Great Emperor Peak experts?
"Do you know me?"
"No."
"Does your palace master know me?"
"I don’t know."
"Then why—"
After a brief exchange, Chen Chang'an realized Hua Wulei wasn’t particularly forthcoming—in fact, she was downright cold.
Failing to extract any useful information, he decided not to waste any more words.
"Good looks really do make a difference."
"Look, Chen Chang'an can chat freely, while I get beaten just for a wrong glance."
"Da Huang, tell me—isn’t this unfair?" Xuan Wudao grumbled, looking at the dog.
Da Huang glanced at him and snorted. "You’re not as handsome as Chen Chang'an—that’s just how it is."
"But why the hell do I have to suffer because of you?"
"I should be the one complaining!"
Da Huang, taking advantage of being a dog, had tried to cozy up to Hua Wulei, only to be met with the same icy treatment.
He blamed Xuan Wudao entirely—his bad luck was clearly contagious.
"What kind of logic is that? How is it my fault?"
"You’re the one who looks shady, not me!"
BAM!
This time, it wasn’t Hua Wulei who struck—it was Da Huang, swatting Xuan Wudao away with a single paw.
Xuan Wudao had long lost count of how many times he’d been sent flying—or how many mountains and hills had suffered because of him.
"That dog of yours... is unusual."
Hua Wulei glanced at Da Huang, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
A talking dog could be explained—some people had eccentric tastes, and raising a beast into a demonic creature wasn’t unheard of.
But Da Huang’s strength was no joke. Xuan Wudao was in the Immortal Realm, yet the dog had sent him flying with one hit?
"Of course I’m unusual."
"I’m the Dog King!" Da Huang had fully embraced his title, even wearing it with pride.
"Dog King?"
"With skills like that, you might as well be called the Dog Emperor."
"If you advance further, you could become the first Dog Supreme in the Tai Xuan Realm."
"Now that would be amusing."
For once, Hua Wulei’s cold demeanor cracked, revealing a rare smile.
Seeing her smile, Da Huang’s eyes lit up. Damn, this woman was stunning when she smiled!
"Hehehe, I told you the Luo Shen Palace’s—"
BAM!
Xuan Wudao, having just returned, was sent flying again before he could even finish his sentence.
"Does he... actually enjoy being tossed around like this?"
"I’m starting to think he’s having fun," Chen Chang'an mused aloud, watching Xuan Wudao disappear into the distance.
"Why would you be friends with someone like that?" Hua Wulei voiced her own confusion.
Chen Chang'an seemed decent—at the very least, his gaze was steady, free of the vulgar thoughts common among other men.
So how could someone like him associate with Xuan Wudao?
Even his dog was ridiculously shameless.
Yet Chen Chang'an remained untainted?
"Perhaps this is also a form of cultivation," Chen Chang'an replied cryptically.
Hm?
Cultivation?
Could it be...
"Impressive."
"Master Chen truly is extraordinary."
"To remain untainted while surrounded by filth—that is indeed a form of cultivation, a refinement of one’s character." Hua Wulei nodded in admiration.
GAG!
BAM!
BAM!
This time, it was Chen Chang'an who kicked Da Huang and Xuan Wudao away mid-gag.
"Apologies."
"They’re always like this—jealousy makes them desperate to drag me down to their level," Chen Chang'an sighed.
"I understand."
"Your brilliance is simply incompatible with theirs."
"It’s only natural they’d feel inferior."
"Trying to corrupt you is to be expected."
"But your unwavering resolve is truly commendable." Hua Wulei nodded sympathetically.
"Ah, you flatter me."
"I’m undeserving of such praise," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.
At this moment, Da Huang and Xuan Wudao were so furious they could practically tear Chen Chang'an apart with their teeth.
How could he be so shameless?
Did he have no sense of decency? How could he even say such things out loud?
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?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
