Has He Always Been This Shameless

The Nine Clouds Immortal Sect

"Elder Supreme!"

"Greetings, Elder Supreme!"

"Welcome back, Elder Supreme!"

Chen Chang'an never expected to be this warmly received within the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect.

Whether it was the core disciples, inner sect elders, the sect master, or even the other Elder Supremes—everyone looked at him with excitement and fervor, as if they had countless words to say but didn’t know where to begin.

Yet, Chen Chang'an was a complete stranger to them. Fortunately, he had thick skin.

"Everyone, I’ve returned!"

"Though I no longer remember the past, seeing you all feels like reuniting with family."

"This feeling… it’s as if it’s engraved deep in my soul."

"It truly fills me with… warmth."

Hearing his words, the crowd was visibly moved. Observing their expressions, Chen Chang'an noticed they seemed lost in reminiscence, recalling days long gone.

"Brother Chen… you’ve finally returned."

"For nearly a million years, we’ve waited day and night for your homecoming."

"Even if you’ve lost your memories, it doesn’t matter."

"No matter what happens, no matter your current cultivation level—you will always be our Elder Supreme of the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect," one of the Elder Supremes said emotionally.

"Exactly!"

"Without Brother Chen, the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect would have ceased to exist long ago."

"Brother Chen, rest assured—we will spare no effort to help you regain your former glory," another Elder Supreme added, equally impassioned.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I can’t possibly accept this," Chen Chang'an declared with righteous solemnity.

"Nonsense! If even you are unworthy, who in the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect could possibly be?"

"These things rightfully belong to you. There’s no need to refuse."

"Yes, Elder Supreme, please don’t decline."

Seeing their insistence, Chen Chang'an sighed helplessly and said with feigned guilt, "Though I feel a deep familiarity with you all, I have no memories to speak of."

"To accept such generosity… I’d be ashamed."

"The Elder Supreme remains as upright and fair as ever."

"Indeed. Though his memories are gone, his character remains unchanged."

"His virtue puts us all to shame."

"Alright, everyone, let’s not crowd here any longer. The Elder Supreme has just returned—I’ll take him to his former residence."

"Brother Chen, though so many years have passed, we’ve kept this place preserved for you."

"Good. Let’s go back. Maybe being there will help me recall something."

Hearing this, the others brightened. Returning to a familiar environment might indeed restore some of his memories. Without delay, they escorted Chen Chang'an to his old dwelling.

"Brother Chen, does this feel familiar?"

"Hmm… yes, familiar."

"Remember anything?"

"It seems… I lived here."

"Yes! Exactly! You did live here! This is working!"

"Perhaps."

Chen Chang'an was completely improvising. Of course he’d "lived here"—they’d just told him so. But the others were too emotional to notice his nonsense.

"Big bro, these people are way too gullible!"

"That shouldn’t be the case. The disciples of the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect are no weaklings."

"How come they believe everything you say?"

"But I gotta say, you played it cool just now—spouting nonsense like it was nothing."

"How do you do it?" Da Huang looked at him with admiration.

"Talent."

"And the people of the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect aren’t stupid. They’re just deeply sentimental."

"You can tell—whatever happened back then left a profound mark on them. Even after all this time, they haven’t forgotten."

"Another thing—that Chen Tian must’ve been a master of deception, crafting my image as some paragon of virtue."

"Seems like he knew me well. Knew exactly what kind of person I am."

"Ah… a true friend," Chen Chang'an mused.

"Da Huang, has he always been this shameless?" Yi Tuo couldn’t take it anymore.

"Watch your mouth!"

"My big bro isn’t shameless—he’s… uh… big bro, you explain. I’m out of words."

Da Huang racked his brain but couldn’t think of a fitting description. Too hard!

"Enough of this nonsense."

"You two can do whatever you want."

"I need to search this place—see if Chen Tian left anything behind for me."

Chen Chang'an hadn’t come here out of nostalgia. He knew Chen Tian had once lived here—there might be clues.

"Big bro, I’ll help!"

"Big bro, me too!"

Hmm?

Yi Tuo’s words made Chen Chang'an and Da Huang turn to him in unison.

"Who are you calling ‘big bro’?"

"Uh… then what should I call you?"

"That’s my big bro! Don’t freeload!"

"Da Huang, did you forget? You can’t beat me."

"Damn it… fine. Call him big bro."

Da Huang backed down. Yi Tuo had always been timid, making him forget—this bastard was stronger than him.

"There should be something here."

"Did I miss a spot?"

"Da Huang, are you wrecking the place?!"

"Look at this mess!"

Chen Chang'an turned to find the room utterly ransacked, as if looted by bandits.

"Huh?"

"Weren’t we searching?"

"Gotta be thorough."

"Find anything?"

"Nope…"

Chen Chang'an shook his head. Da Huang’s brain seemed to have shrunk—how was he getting dumber?

With cultivation and perception, why dig around like an idiot?

"Useless."

"Hehehe, big bro, I found something."

Yi Tuo’s announcement made Da Huang’s face darken. Damn it—this bastard was learning fast, even daring to usurp his role as the top lackey!

Unacceptable!

But…

"Fine. I’ll endure until I can beat him."

Baring his teeth, Da Huang reluctantly swallowed his pride.

"Yi Tuo, what did you find?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.

"This place… something’s off."

Off?

Why could Yi Tuo sense it but not him?

Chen Chang'an stepped closer, carefully probing the area—yet still detected nothing.

"Yi Tuo… are you sure there’s something here?"