"It's all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."
"I, Chen Chang'an, am not an unreasonable man."
"Forget it. A great man doesn’t dwell on the faults of lesser ones."
"No need to apologize."
Chen Chang'an waved his hand with an air of magnanimity, making the female disciples of the Huan Hua Immortal Sect seethe with hatred, wishing they could tear him apart with their teeth.
This man… how could he be so shameless?
"Look at Young Master Chen’s generosity."
"You should all learn from him."
Huh?
Learn from him?
Learn what? His shamelessness?
Wan Qing’s words left the female disciples speechless, wanting to retort but not daring to say a word.
"Y-Young Master Chen, this way, please."
"You two, go prepare a courtyard for Young Master Chen."
"Make sure he is treated with the utmost respect, understood?"
"Yes, Sect Master."
Wan Qing’s attitude toward Chen Chang'an left the members of the Huan Hua Immortal Sect utterly baffled.
After all, Wan Qing was the founder of the Huan Hua Immortal Sect, and within the sect, there was no such thing as an Elder Supreme—she was the highest authority.
Moreover, they knew their Sect Master well. While it was proper to be courteous to guests, this time, it felt like… she was treating Chen Chang'an with reverence?
Strange!
Truly strange!
"What do you think? Who exactly is this Chen Chang'an to make the Sect Master treat him like this?"
"No idea, but he must be a lecher."
"Right, and a swindler too. There’s no way he just ascended."
"Exactly. If he were a newly ascended cultivator, why would the Sect Master act this way?"
"Hmph, we’ll settle the score with him when we get the chance."
"What score are you settling? You weren’t even bathing today."
"Oh, right. He only saw you, not me."
Wan Qing led Chen Chang'an to the courtyard where she resided. It had to be said—the Ancient Immortal Domain was truly magnificent. Everywhere one went, the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.
No wonder there was a saying about "paradise on earth." Compared to the Tai Xuan Realm, every corner of the Ancient Immortal Domain was like a divine realm.
"Young Master Chen, please have a seat."
"Is there anything you’d like to ask?" Wan Qing inquired with a smile.
"Yes, many things."
"For example, where in the Ancient Immortal Domain are we?"
"This is the Xuan Tian Region of the Ancient Immortal Domain. The Ancient Immortal Domain is vast—immeasurably so. Just this Xuan Tian Region alone is likely thousands, if not millions, of times larger than the lower realm."
"And yet, the Xuan Tian Region is nothing special within the Ancient Immortal Domain."
Chen Chang'an had expected the Ancient Immortal Domain to be vast, but this was beyond his imagination. It was this enormous?
"What’s your cultivation level?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"Celestial Immortal realm."
Wan Qing smiled sheepishly. After cultivating for so many years, she had only reached the Celestial Immortal realm—a fact that embarrassed her.
"Celestial Immortals can live this long?"
"Of course. In the lower realm, Quasi-Emperors can easily live for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years."
"I’ve already reached the Celestial Immortal realm—is it so strange for me to live for a million years?"
That made sense. Chen Chang'an knew far too little about the Ancient Immortal Domain.
When Mu Yunyao left, she hadn’t given him much of an explanation either.
"Do you know of the Wang Family?"
"The Wang Family, one of the Nine Great Immortal Clans of the Ancient Immortal Domain?" Chen Chang'an asked.
The Wang Family?
Wan Qing gave Chen Chang'an a strange look before replying, "Everyone in the Ancient Immortal Domain knows of the Nine Great Immortal Clans."
"The Wang Family is incredibly powerful, but they reside far, far away from here."
"I’ve heard they dwell in a blessed land—Teng Yun Heaven."
"Senior… have you remembered something?"
Wan Qing’s question caught Chen Chang'an off guard. Remembered something? What did she mean?
"No, why do you ask?" Chen Chang'an replied.
"If not, why would you suddenly ask about the Wang Family?"
"If I recall correctly, there’s a legend in the Ancient Immortal Domain that Wang Ruomeng, a peerless genius of the Wang Family from that era, was… ahem… a close companion of Senior Chen Tian."
"Are you sure you don’t remember?"
What the—?
What was this?
Chen Tian and the Wang Family had such a connection?
A peerless genius from the Wang Family a million years ago was Chen Tian’s beloved?
"What happened afterward? What became of that Wang Family genius and Chen Tian?" Chen Chang'an pressed.
"That, I don’t know. After Senior Chen Tian left, though his legends spread throughout the Ancient Immortal Domain, few knew the truth."
"I’ve always stayed in the Xuan Tian Region, so my knowledge is even more limited."
Wan Qing had remained in the Xuan Tian Region all this time, and most of what she knew were rumors.
She couldn’t even verify their authenticity.
"Young Master Chen, do you have any plans for your re-cultivation this time?"
In Wan Qing’s eyes, if Chen Chang'an retained memories of his past life, he wouldn’t need her guidance. Given Chen Tian’s past experiences, he would know exactly how to progress.
But the Chen Chang'an before her seemed completely unaware of his past, leading Wan Qing to suspect that his soul had been damaged, erasing his memories.
Only Chen Chang'an knew the truth—his soul was perfectly intact. There was no missing memory.
The more likely explanation was that Wan Qing had mistaken him for someone else.
"I haven’t thought that far yet. To establish myself in the Ancient Immortal Domain with my current strength… I’m still lacking."
"So, my main focus for now should be cultivation."
"I—"
Chen Chang'an had been holding back for a while, but he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He looked down at Da Huang, who was gnawing on his clothes. What the hell was wrong with this bastard today?
"Da Huang, are you sick today?"
"Why are you chewing on my clothes?" Chen Chang'an said helplessly.
"Huh?"
"I’m not chewing."
Huh?
When Da Huang’s voice rang out, Chen Chang'an froze. The Da Huang currently chewing his clothes hadn’t opened its mouth to speak.
He glanced to the side and saw Da Huang lying innocently on the ground.
Da Huang also sensed something amiss. It stood up and took a closer look—what the hell? There was another Da Huang?
"Damn it!"
"Who the hell are you?" Da Huang barked at the other Da Huang.
"Damn it!"
"Who the hell are you?"
The two Da Huangs spoke in identical tones.
"You bastard! How dare you impersonate me? I’ll bite you to death!"
"You bastard! How dare—"
"Stop copying me!"
"Stop copying me!"
"Xiao Yao, stop fooling around. Change back."
Wan Qing sighed helplessly and gave the fake Da Huang a reproachful look.
"Oh, okay, Master."
The fake Da Huang grinned and then reverted to its original form—a little girl who looked no older than eleven or twelve.
"Young Master Chen, my apologies. This is my youngest disciple, Xiao Yao."
"She’s a demon beast and loves to mess around."
A demon beast?
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
