Suffering a hidden loss?
Chen Chang'an had lived for so long, yet he had truly never suffered a hidden loss before.
Mu Yunyao's words piqued Chen Chang'an's interest in this Feng Xiu—was he some kind of scheming old fox?
In that case, Chen Chang'an absolutely had to meet him and see who was the craftier one.
"Master, don’t worry. When it comes to cunning, I might not lose to him," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
"Hmm, I almost forgot. In that regard, you’re a natural—unmatched, even."
"Master, what kind of talk is that? It’s so hurtful."
"Haha, or is what I said wrong?"
"Well... whatever Master says is right. Master’s words are the absolute standard."
"If Master says the sky is pink, then the sky is pink. If Master says the water is purple, then the water is purple."
"Whatever Master says is the undeniable truth."
"Master, I—"
"Enough. Don’t you feel embarrassed saying all that yourself?"
"Not at all. These are sincere, heartfelt words—why would I be embarrassed?"
Seeing Chen Chang'an’s shameless confidence, Mu Yunyao could only sigh in resignation.
Though Chen Chang'an’s strength had grown immensely, his personality remained unchanged—still utterly shameless to the extreme.
"I have a rough idea where the last fetal pearl is."
"Leave the pearl to me. Your task is to find Feng Xiu and destroy the Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals."
"But above all, prioritize your safety."
"After all, he’s been to the Upper Realm. I’m not sure if he has any means to harm you," Mu Yunyao reminded.
No matter what, Feng Xiu had spent many years in the Upper Realm and was originally a peerless prodigy. Whether he had any special tricks up his sleeve, even Mu Yunyao couldn’t say.
Though she knew Chen Chang'an had a unique constitution—one she still hadn’t figured out—caution was always necessary.
"Master, don’t worry. He can’t harm me," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
"Let’s hope so."
"Still, be careful."
"I’ll take my leave now."
"Yes, Master."
Mu Yunyao had arrived abruptly and left just as suddenly. But after this conversation, Chen Chang'an sensed that there were many secrets about her that he didn’t know—and for now, she had no intention of revealing them. Perhaps only when the time was right would she let him in on them.
"So terrifying!"
"Chen Chang'an, your master is absolutely terrifying!"
"Only now do I realize that all those times she beat me over the years, she was holding back."
"Otherwise, she could’ve wiped me out at any moment."
"Damn, why does that thought make me a little happy?"
Da Huang’s emotions were complicated. Being beaten was never a pleasant experience, but knowing Mu Yunyao’s true strength was so fearsome made the beatings seem less humiliating.
After all, not everyone had the privilege of being beaten by Mu Yunyao—and surviving.
The more Da Huang thought about it, the more he felt special, even... a little proud.
Seeing Da Huang puff up his chest like a proud dog, Chen Chang'an shook his head. This guy was hopeless.
What was there to be proud about?
"Da Huang, if you ever manage to beat up my master, then you can strut around all you want."
"Outrageous!"
"Chen Chang'an, you unfilial disciple! How dare you speak like that?"
"Your master, in my heart, is—"
"Enough. Stop the flattery. My master’s long gone."
"Shut up! What does her being gone have to do with anything?"
"This is about respect, respect! Do you understand, you disrespectful brat?"
"If you’re not scared, why do you keep glancing in the direction she left?"
"I—I was just—"
"Enough nonsense. Let’s go—to the Sealed Immortal Platform."
Feng Xiu, the Sacred Lord of the Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals, was someone who had fled back from the Upper Realm. Though Mu Yunyao hadn’t explicitly said it, Chen Chang'an could tell that Feng Xiu’s return must have come at a great cost.
As for why Feng Xiu had laid the groundwork for his return to the Tai Xuan Realm years ago, or why he was now reassembling the Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals at this critical moment, Chen Chang'an didn’t understand.
But this trip was unlikely to be peaceful.
"Have you heard? The Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals is making a comeback in the Tai Xuan Realm."
"Of course I’ve heard. Many major factions are already heading to the Sealed Immortal Platform. After all, it was once a top-tier power—no one dares underestimate it."
"If not for the news spreading, I wouldn’t have even known that such a terrifying faction once existed in our Tai Xuan Realm."
"Of course it’s terrifying. Haven’t you heard? Long Wuqi, the Palace Master of the Dragon Emperor Palace, was once a member of the Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals. And the Blood Slaughter Hall has also joined them."
"Not just that—many other major factions have announced their allegiance. It’s truly terrifying."
"Looks like the Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals is aiming to become the number one power in the Tai Xuan Realm in one fell swoop."
"Exactly. The momentum is already there. Even if the three great families joined forces, they probably wouldn’t stand a chance."
"Ah, I’d love to witness this grand event. Too bad we’re not qualified."
Throughout the Central Heaven Domain, discussions about the Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals’ resurgence were rampant.
Clearly, their publicity efforts had been thorough, stirring up quite the commotion.
"The Sacred Land of Sealed Immortals really wants the entire Central Heaven Domain to know about this."
"Too high-profile. It feels off."
"Wasn’t Feng Xiu hiding all this time? Why the sudden grand reveal?"
Along the way, Da Huang kept overhearing people talk about it, and he couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
"It means Feng Xiu no longer intends to hide. Or perhaps, he’s using this event to achieve his true goal," Chen Chang'an said with a faint smile.
"What do you think his goal is?"
"What’s the point of dominating the Tai Xuan Realm? Why go to such lengths?"
"I really don’t get it."
Don’t get it?
Chen Chang'an didn’t either, because he sensed there were many things he didn’t know—making everything seem disjointed.
Perhaps only by uncovering all the pieces would the truth become clear.
"I’m looking forward to this trip to the Sealed Immortal Platform."
"I have a feeling we’ll learn some very interesting things," Chen Chang'an said with a grin.
"Stories to hear?"
"Now that’s good. Really good."
"It’s been a while since we’ve heard anything truly explosive."
"Let’s go, then! Hurry up!"
The reason Da Huang and Chen Chang'an got along so well was simple—they shared the same interests. Mischief, indulgence, and above all, a love for gossip and stories.
"No need to rush. Better to arrive at the right moment than too early."
"Take it slow!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
