Chen Chang'an: I'll Give It a Try Too

When Qingluan turned her head, she couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. Why were everyone’s eyes fixed on her with such strange expressions?

It was as if they had seen a ghost.

Had she done something wrong?

Qingluan didn’t understand and even felt a little nervous. She quickly moved to stand beside Chen Chang’an, only then letting out a sigh of relief.

"Master, what’s wrong with them?" Qingluan asked in confusion.

"They’re stunned by your test results."

Stunned?

Was it really that shocking?

Even Yun Zhilan’s astonishing combat power earlier hadn’t provoked such exaggerated reactions from the crowd. Her own results were barely passable—why were they acting like this?

Qingluan had a cold demeanor and lacked worldly experience. Even Xiao Yao was more socially adept than her.

After all, for over a hundred years, Qingluan had stayed within the City Lord’s residence, rarely interacting with outsiders. Her thoughts were relatively simple.

"One hundred and thirty-five years old! She’s only one hundred and thirty-five years old?"

"Incredible, absolutely incredible. I’ve never heard of anyone reaching the Golden Immortal Realm’s first level at such a young age."

"How did she do it? Is she even human?"

"Not just in the Xuantian Domain—I doubt there are many in the entire Ancient Immortal Domain who can achieve such cultivation at her age!"

"There must be, but they’re beyond our reach."

"What’s going on with the Yun Family? First, Yun Zhilan, and now an even more monstrous prodigy like Yun Qingluan?"

"Is Yun Qingluan also from the Yun Family?"

"Of course! Doesn’t she share the same surname?"

"Well… that’s a stretch. If they were from the same family, why didn’t Yun Zhilan wait for her and left first?"

"Hmm…"

Qingluan’s age and cultivation level were far more shocking than her combat power. A Golden Immortal at just over a hundred years old—what would her cultivation be like at a thousand, ten thousand, or even thirty thousand years old?

In the eyes of many, Qingluan’s potential wasn’t just limited to the Xuantian Domain’s Prodigy Ranking. If she continued smoothly, she would undoubtedly secure a place on the Prodigy Grand Ranking—a list that gathered the most exceptional geniuses across the entire Ancient Immortal Domain.

This was simply on a whole different level!

Compared to Qingluan, even Yun Zhilan and the current top-ranked prodigy, Meng Xiaohui, seemed insignificant.

"So… it’s because of my age."

"Master, they’re so worked up—will there be any trouble?" Qingluan asked worriedly.

"Nothing major. But soon, the entire Xuantian Domain will know that the Prodigy City has birthed a true monster."

"And the factions stationed in Prodigy City will likely seek you out to recruit you," Chen Chang’an said with a faint smile.

"Master, what should I do then?"

"Don’t worry. I’m here."

"Brother, enough talking! Hurry up and go test yourself. Aren’t you curious about your own combat power?" Da Huang urged impatiently.

"Right, I should go test."

Chen Chang’an nodded with a smile. Meanwhile, the surrounding crowd stared at him with confusion and skepticism.

Qingluan actually called this man her master?

A mere True Immortal Realm first-level cultivator—how could he possibly be Qingluan’s master?

"Is this a joke? This guy is Yun Qingluan’s master?"

"Could he be hiding his true cultivation?"

"I don’t think so. His aura seems to be genuinely at the True Immortal Realm’s first level."

"Damn, this is unbelievable."

"What’s he doing now? He’s going to test too?"

"A True Immortal first-level dares to test? Does he even qualify?"

Seeing Chen Chang’an step forward, the onlookers sneered in disdain. How could someone so weak lack such self-awareness?

It was common knowledge that unless one reached the Golden Immortal Realm, testing was pointless—the result would always be disqualification.

"Da Huang, Brother Chen… will he be alright?" Shen Yunfei was even more nervous now than when he had taken his own test.

Back in the Tai Xuan Realm, Shen Yunfei had never been able to grasp Chen Chang’an’s true strength. Now, in the Ancient Immortal Domain, he was even more baffled.

Yet Chen Chang’an’s expression remained utterly calm, giving nothing away. Unable to read him, Shen Yunfei could only turn to Da Huang.

"My brother is invincible," Da Huang declared proudly.

"Hahaha! Invincible?"

"What a joke! A mere True Immortal first-level dares to claim such a thing?"

"He can’t even dominate the Xuantian Domain, let alone the entire Ancient Immortal Domain!"

"How ignorant!"

"Fine, let’s see just how ‘invincible’ his test results turn out to be."

Da Huang’s words drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Under normal circumstances, no one would spare a second glance at someone like Chen Chang’an.

But now, all eyes were fixed on him.

The moment Chen Chang’an placed his hand on the testing stone monument, the spectators braced themselves for another round of ridicule.

Yet the next instant—

The stone monument trembled violently.

"Holy—! What’s happening? Is this guy actually a hidden expert?"

"Even Yun Zhilan didn’t cause such a reaction from the monument! There’s no way he’s just a True Immortal first-level!"

"Not just Yun Zhilan—even Meng Xiaohui back in the day didn’t trigger anything like this!"

"I don’t recall anything like this ever happening before. What’s going on today? Why are so many freaks appearing out of nowhere?"

"Why is it still shaking? Shouldn’t the test be over by now?"

The monument’s tremors showed no sign of stopping, leaving the crowd tense and uneasy. Meanwhile, Da Huang and the others were practically vibrating with excitement—finally, they would witness Chen Chang’an’s true combat power.

As everyone stared unblinkingly at the monument, the shaking finally ceased.

Chen Chang’an withdrew his hand, also gazing at the monument, waiting for the result.

"Huh?"

"What’s going on? Why isn’t there a result?"

"Yeah, usually the outcome appears immediately after the test ends. What’s happening now?"

"Could it be… that there’s no result at all?"

"This…"

The current situation left everyone dumbfounded. They could have accepted an overwhelmingly high result or even a disqualification.

But no result at all? What did that mean?

Chen Chang’an himself felt a little awkward. This wasn’t right—Da Huang’s test hadn’t displayed a result because he was overage, but Chen Chang’an wasn’t!

"Wait—could he be over the age limit too?"

"What?"

"If he were overage, would the monument have reacted so violently?"

"I’m completely lost now. What the hell is going on?"

"Holy—!"

"Look at the monument!"

"What about it?"

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