Chen Chang'an stood motionless in place, effortlessly withstanding a powerful strike from the Sect Master of Huanhua Immortal Sect.
This scene left the Sect Master utterly shocked.
Though she hadn’t gone all out—merely intending to teach Chen Chang'an a lesson—she had a clear understanding of her own strength.
This single palm strike should have been impossible for even the most gifted first-level Emperor Realm cultivators to endure unscathed, let alone emerge completely unharmed.
This kid… is strange!
A confident smile appeared on Chen Chang'an’s face. The moment she struck, he knew—this battle was already his.
After all, even Wang Zhiwei’s doppelgänger had failed to harm him, let alone the Sect Master of Huanhua Immortal Sect.
Her strength was undoubtedly inferior to Wang Zhiwei’s.
"You’re no match for me. Stand down," Chen Chang'an said indifferently.
"You… could you at least put some clothes on first?"
Huh?
Clothes?
Holy crap!
Only now did Chen Chang'an realize—his clothes were gone!
This woman—instead of attacking his body, she went for his clothes? How unethical!
When he had fought Wang Zhiwei earlier, his clothes had remained intact. Why had they been completely shattered this time?
He wasn’t sure of the reason, but no wonder he’d felt a draft earlier.
"Ahem!"
"That… was an accident!"
"What’s wrong with you, targeting my clothes like that?"
Chen Chang'an hurriedly changed into fresh robes, easing his embarrassment.
"Heh heh, so pale," Da Huang teased from the side with a smirk.
"Shut it." Chen Chang'an shot Da Huang an annoyed glare before turning his attention back to the Sect Master.
To her credit, as a sect leader, she had clearly seen her fair share of bizarre situations. Even in such an awkward moment, she remained composed, her expression unreadable.
"I lost."
"But I’m not convinced."
Huh?
Not convinced?
"You’re going back on your word?" Chen Chang'an frowned.
"Because I’m a woman."
Damn.
Checkmate.
That single sentence left Chen Chang'an momentarily speechless, unable to counter.
"You men pride yourselves on keeping your word, on being steadfast and unyielding. But I’m a woman."
"I underestimated you earlier. Had I gone all out, you wouldn’t still be standing here talking to me."
"I admit you’re strong—but that’s all."
The Sect Master was well aware that Chen Chang'an was a monstrous genius, the kind whose abilities defied common sense.
Even so, faced with absolute strength, she refused to believe she could lose. She had simply held back too much earlier.
"So you’re refusing to be reasonable?"
"Fine!"
"Then this time, I won’t hold back either."
Chen Chang'an hadn’t expected a sect master to go back on her word.
He had planned to brush things off casually, but now it seemed he had no choice but to fight seriously.
With a single thought, an overwhelming sword intent surged into the heavens, and his aura exploded a thousandfold in an instant.
Feeling the terrifying pressure radiating from Chen Chang'an, the Sect Master’s eyes widened in shock.
But then, to his surprise, her expression shifted—from astonishment to excitement.
"Senior… is it you?"
"Have you returned?"
What?
What was going on?
Her words left both Chen Chang'an and Da Huang utterly baffled.
Senior?
Since when was he a senior?
"Is she… confused?"
"Did she mistake you for someone else?"
"Or is her memory messed up?"
"You… senior? Since when?" Da Huang asked, equally puzzled.
"How the hell should I know?"
Da Huang was lost, and so was Chen Chang'an. Yet the way the Sect Master was looking at him now—filled with reverence—was unmistakably genuine.
Had she really mistaken him for someone else?
Damn it… he had finally mustered the momentum for a real fight, and now this?
Retracting his aura, Chen Chang'an asked curiously, "Are you sure you’re not mistaken?"
"No, absolutely not!"
"It’s you. It must be you."
"Appearances change, temperaments shift—but this aura, this sword intent… there’s no mistaking it."
"Senior, you’ve truly returned."
Her cryptic words left Chen Chang'an completely bewildered. None of this made sense.
"Look, I’m not from the Primordial Immortal Realm. I just ascended. I’m not the senior you’re talking about."
"You are."
"I’m really not."
"No, you are."
"If I am, why didn’t you recognize me earlier?"
"Senior, I understand—someone like you may have chosen to reincarnate and cultivate anew. You might not remember me, but I’ve never forgotten you."
"If not for you, I wouldn’t be who I am today. There would be no Huanhua Immortal Sect."
"To think… after nearly a million years, I’d see you again."
A million years?
This woman had lived way too long.
"I’ve only lived for ten thousand years. You must have the wrong person."
"Senior, perhaps your memories haven’t awakened yet, but I could never mistake you."
"Your aura, your sword intent—they’re exactly the same as back then. Wan Qing could never be wrong."
"Senior… you saved me back then. Do you really not remember?"
Wan Qing?
Was that the Sect Master’s name?
But how the hell was he supposed to recall any of this?
"Wait… are you actually him?" Da Huang asked, intrigued.
"You think that’s possible?"
"Why not? You’re ridiculously overpowered. Maybe you really are some big shot from the Primordial Immortal Realm who reincarnated."
Hearing Da Huang’s words, Chen Chang'an frowned. Could it be true?
But he still felt the odds of her mistaking him were higher.
"I don’t remember any of what you’re saying."
"Maybe you’ve confused me with someone else who just happens to look similar."
Wan Qing studied him, then shook her head with a smile.
"If it were just your appearance, I wouldn’t be so certain."
"But this aura, this sword intent—they belong solely to Senior. No one else has ever possessed them."
"So I couldn’t possibly be mistaken."
Now even Chen Chang'an was starting to doubt himself. Could he really be the reincarnation of some ancient powerhouse from the Primordial Immortal Realm?
It didn’t make sense. When a powerhouse reincarnated, their memories would awaken—yet he had nothing.
Still, Chen Chang'an’s circumstances were undeniably unusual. His soul was abnormally strong, his physique unparalleled—traits that aligned with a reincarnated expert.
But the complete absence of memories was hard to explain.
"Tell me about this ‘senior’ you speak of."
"I’d like to know if I’m really him."
"What was his name?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"He shared your surname."
"His name was Chen Tian."