Chen Chang'an's cooperation didn't come as a surprise to anyone. After all, any sensible person would know what choice to make.
"Good, you’re being reasonable. Hand over the items."
"I can hand them over."
"But the question is—who should I give them to?"
"The Qian Yuan Immortal Sect? The Fen Tian Immortal Sect? Or the Yu Jian Immortal Sect? Or perhaps… the Bei Ming Immortal Sect?"
Chen Chang'an's words left everyone momentarily stunned. Such blatant attempts at sowing discord—did he really think a few words would make them turn on each other?
"Chen Chang'an, your tactics are downright despicable."
"Do you really think we’re so easily manipulated by your words?"
Ignoring them, Chen Chang'an casually pulled out a mid-grade supreme immortal artifact and a high-tier immortal technique manual. With a smile, he remarked, "Look, these are quite nice."
"Who should I give them to?"
"How about… you?"
With a faint smirk, he tossed both items to a disciple of the Qian Yuan Immortal Sect.
The disciple was taken aback. What was this? What did he mean by this?
Meanwhile, the others stared at the disciple with undisguised greed in their eyes. These were truly valuable treasures.
A mid-grade supreme immortal artifact—even among the four great immortal sects, such an item was considered top-tier. How could they not be tempted?
While these items would ultimately be handed over to their sects, securing them would earn them great merit. The more treasures they brought back, the more rewards they would receive from their sects.
"See, why so polite? I’ve got more."
"Here, these are for you, and these for you. No need to hold back—we’re all friends. Take them, take them."
Chen Chang'an continued distributing immortal artifacts, pills, and techniques—each one priceless. Though the quantity wasn’t overwhelming, their value far surpassed anything they had obtained so far.
"Ah, that’s it. My apologies, everyone—I’m all out now."
After distributing everything to the ten disciples of the Qian Yuan Immortal Sect, Chen Chang'an spread his hands, signaling he had nothing left.
"That’s all?" one of the Qian Yuan disciples asked, displeased.
"Isn’t that enough?"
"Did you manage to gather more in the past month?" Chen Chang'an shot back.
His words left the Qian Yuan disciples speechless. While they had collected many items, none could compare in value to what Chen Chang'an had just handed over.
Given his strength, it was already impressive that he had acquired so much.
"Kid, what’s your game?"
"You gave it to them but not us?"
"Do you even take us seriously?" The disciples from the other three sects glared at Chen Chang'an in fury.
"The Qian Yuan Immortal Sect is the strongest."
"Who else should I give them to?"
"I can’t afford to offend them."
"Right?" Chen Chang'an asked, glancing at the Qian Yuan disciples.
"Hahaha! This kid knows how to talk. Indeed, our Qian Yuan Immortal Sect is the strongest among the five great sects."
"You’ve got good judgment, knowing who to hand things over to. Don’t worry—we keep our word. Since you gave us the items, we won’t make trouble for you."
The Qian Yuan disciples’ words made the faces of the other three sects’ disciples turn green with rage. Damn it, are you really this arrogant?
"Kid, even if they won’t trouble you, do you think we won’t?"
Trouble me?
Chen Chang'an smirked indifferently. "The items are gone. What’s the point of troubling me now?"
The moment he said this, everyone’s expressions darkened. Damn it, they had fallen right into his trap. Yet, even knowing it was a setup, they had no choice but to step into it.
The temptation was simply too great.
"You really think you can hog all the treasures for yourselves?"
"What do you mean?"
"We split them equally. Everyone gets a share."
"Ridiculous! These items were obtained by our Qian Yuan Immortal Sect through our own strength. Why should we share them with you?"
"Exactly! When was it ever agreed that treasures would be split?"
"Have you no shame? Never seen treasures before? Wanting a piece of everything?"
"Fine, fine. So the Qian Yuan Immortal Sect is really planning to take everything for themselves, huh?"
"It’s not hogging—they’re rightfully ours."
"Then let’s settle this with strength!"
Chen Chang'an’s scheme wasn’t particularly sophisticated—in fact, it was an open ploy, not even a hidden conspiracy.
But he understood human nature too well. Even knowing it was a trap, these people couldn’t resist stepping into it.
The lure was simply too irresistible.
"Da Huang, Xiao Yao, come here. Have some fruit."
"Time to enjoy the show."
Chen Chang'an smoothly pulled out chairs, setting them up for Da Huang and Xiao Yao as well.
Xiao Yao was still a bit dazed when she saw Chen Chang'an and Da Huang lounging comfortably in their chairs, a spread of fruits laid out beside them.
"Xiao Yao, come on, join the fun!" Da Huang waved a paw at her, grinning.
"Elder, they’re fighting right in front of us! How can you two just sit here eating fruit?"
Despite her words, Xiao Yao walked over and naturally settled into the chair, picking up a fruit to munch on. She fit right into the relaxed atmosphere Chen Chang'an and Da Huang had created.
"Relax, I set up a barrier earlier. With their level of skill, they can’t touch us."
"Just enjoy the show," Chen Chang'an said with a laugh.
"I knew you were up to no good. But these people really are idiots—they actually started fighting."
"Hey, hey! Look at that guy—no honor at all! Did he just bite someone?"
"Hahaha! This is hilarious! That kick below the belt was downright vicious!"
"Da Huang, just watch quietly. No one asked for commentary."
"Ah, it’s been so long since we’ve had entertainment like this."
Xiao Yao was thoroughly amused as well. Back in the Huan Hua Immortal Sect, she never got to witness such spectacles.
"Elder, Da Huang… do you two do this often?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.
Huh?
Often?
The question made Chen Chang'an and Da Huang turn to her in unison, replying at the same time:
"Of course not. I’m a gentleman."
"Of course not. I’m a gentlemanly dog."
Xiao Yao blinked her wise eyes, sensing something off but unable to pinpoint what.
"Oh! Where’s Yi Tuo?" she suddenly remembered.
"Right here, don’t worry—tied up nice and tight."
Chen Chang'an shook the rope in his hand. At the other end, Yi Tuo was spinning wildly, scribbling furiously.
"Da Huang, see what it wrote this time."
"You look, I’m busy watching the show."
"Just do it."
"Fine… it says… what kind of nonsense is this? I can’t read it."
Can’t read it?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
