Chen Tian?
Same surname, Chen?
How could such a coincidence happen?
"You said this Chen Tian is strong?" Chen Chang'an asked.
Strong?
"Strong to the point of being terrifying."
"A million years ago, the entire Ancient Immortal Realm was filled with legends about him."
"He alone dazzled an era and dominated an age."
"Would you call that strong?" Wan Qing said with a smile.
That strong?
Chen Chang'an hadn't expected this Chen Tian to be so overwhelmingly powerful—had one man truly ruled the entire Ancient Immortal Realm?
"Back then, I only spent a year by his side, and it was enough to achieve what I have today."
"It's just a pity I never got the chance to stay with him longer."
"He showed me great kindness, but alas, there hasn’t been any news of him in the Ancient Immortal Realm for a long time."
"Who would’ve thought you, Senior, would choose to reincarnate and cultivate anew? Truly admirable," Wan Qing said excitedly.
"Wait!"
"You’ve mistaken me for someone else."
"Absolutely mistaken."
"If this Chen Tian already ruled the Ancient Immortal Realm, do you really think he’d need to reincarnate and start over?"
"A prodigy like him would have countless options—why choose reincarnation?"
Though Chen Tian was undoubtedly powerful and monstrously talented, Chen Chang'an refused to believe he was his reincarnation.
Even if Chen Chang'an reached the pinnacle of the Ancient Immortal Realm, he might choose a quiet, reclusive life—but never reincarnation.
Who would willingly throw away a lifetime of hard-earned cultivation unless they were at death’s door or irreparably wounded?
"I wouldn’t dare presume to understand Senior’s choices."
"Perhaps your memories haven’t returned yet, so you don’t realize."
Wan Qing was convinced Chen Chang'an was Chen Tian’s reincarnation, leaving Chen Chang'an at a loss.
"Hey, what if this guy is your actual dad?" Da Huang asked curiously.
Chen Chang'an shot Da Huang a weary look. Chen Tian had already been dominating the Ancient Immortal Realm a million years ago.
Back then, it was uncertain whether the Tai Xuan World even existed, and the Chen family’s history wasn’t that ancient.
Though Chen Chang'an had been taken away by Mu Yunyao as a child, he had met his parents before that, at age six.
How could he possibly be Chen Tian?
Besides, in the Chen family, he wasn’t just his father’s son—his grandfather had been around too. There was no way this Chen Tian could be connected.
Would someone like that even descend to a lower realm just to claim a random father?
If his father had been that formidable, would he have been taken away? Would the Chen family have fallen into decline? Ridiculous.
"You believe I’m Chen Tian—aside from aura and sword intent, is there anything else similar?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Well..."
"I didn’t spend much time by Senior’s side, so I don’t know many details."
"But your aura and sword intent are identical to his."
"Even after all these years, I could never mistake it," Wan Qing insisted.
Sigh.
Chen Chang'an could tell from Wan Qing’s gaze—she was utterly convinced.
For a fleeting moment, he even doubted himself. Was he really Chen Tian’s reincarnation?
But reason told him: No.
"I, Chen Chang'an, have always acted with integrity. I would never deceive anyone."
"If I say I’m not, I truly believe I’m not."
"But since you’re so insistent… maybe there’s some merit to consider."
"Hmm… maybe I really am."
His sudden shift left Wan Qing stunned. A moment ago, he’d vehemently denied it—now he was entertaining the idea?
Not that it mattered. In her heart, she had already accepted it as truth.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Da Huang whispered via telepathy.
"Opportunities shouldn’t be wasted."
"I never claimed to be him—she’s the one insisting."
"We’re new to the Ancient Immortal Realm. More allies mean smoother paths, especially one who sees me as her benefactor."
"No downsides here," Chen Chang'an replied with a sly grin.
"Damn, you’re still the king of shamelessness."
"But… hehe, those ladies are gorgeous."
Lost in thought, Da Huang unconsciously started trotting toward the Huan Hua Immortal Sect.
"Da Huang, what are you doing?" Chen Chang'an asked, exasperated.
"Huh? Going home."
"If you’re the Sect Master’s benefactor, doesn’t that make the Huan Hua Immortal Sect our home?" Da Huang chuckled.
"Right, right."
"Senior, the Huan Hua Immortal Sect will always be your home."
"If you wish, the position of Sect Master is… actually, never mind. Someone of your stature shouldn’t lower yourself to lead our humble sect."
"My apologies for overstepping," Wan Qing said respectfully.
Her reverence made Chen Chang'an realize how terrifying unwavering conviction could be.
Once someone believed something, even if it might be false, they’d cling to it without question.
"We’ve only just arrived in the Ancient Immortal Realm and know little about this place."
"I could use your guidance," Chen Chang'an said lightly.
"In that case, Senior—would you accompany me back to the sect and settle in for now?" Wan Qing asked nervously.
"Hmm, I suppose that’s fine."
"But I’ve always preferred to keep a low profile. No need for 'Senior'—I’m only at the first level of the Emperor Realm. People might laugh if they hear it."
"Humph! If anyone dares mock you, I, Wan Qing, will be the first to object."
"But since it’s your wish, I’ll comply."
"Then… Young Master Chen?" she ventured.
"Acceptable."
"Good."
"Young Master Chen, please follow me."
And so, Chen Chang'an and Da Huang trailed after Wan Qing, returning to the Huan Hua Immortal Sect—but this time, their status and treatment had undergone a complete transformation.
"Huh?"
"Pervert!"
"Disgraceful scum!"
"Thank goodness the Sect Master intervened, or this lecher would’ve escaped!"
As the saying goes, enemies glare at each other with fiery eyes. Chen Chang'an’s reappearance ignited fury among the female disciples of the Huan Hua Immortal Sect. If not for the Sect Master’s presence, they would’ve lunged at him with fists and feet.
"Outrageous!"
"Mind your manners!"
"This is an honored guest of the Huan Hua Immortal Sect."
"Apologize at once!" Wan Qing commanded sternly.
Honored guest?
Apologize?
To this pervert?
"Master, this man—"
"What happened earlier was just a misunderstanding. Do you truly think Young Master Chen is that kind of person?"
"Apologize!"
"Yes, Master."
"Yes, Sect Master."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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?!
