"What if you lose?"
Chen Chang'an looked at the crowd with a faint smile and said, "Don’t worry, I have enough decency not to impose anything too harsh as punishment."
"You all know who you are, right?"
"Even if you don’t, the disciples of the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect certainly do."
"So, if you lose, I don’t want you denying your identities."
Huh?
What did that mean?
Chen Chang'an’s words left everyone bewildered. Of course, they knew who they were—but what did that have to do with denying their identities?
"What exactly do you want to punish us with?" Cao Heng had a feeling Chen Chang'an was up to no good.
"If you lose," Chen Chang'an continued, "you’ll have to walk through Skypride City for three full days."
Huh?
That’s it?
How was that even a punishment? Compared to what they had in mind for Chen Chang'an, this was nothing. Could it really be that simple?
"Is that all?"
"Of course not," Chen Chang'an smirked.
"While you walk, you’ll have to shout at the top of your lungs—"
"The name of your faction, followed by: 'We’re nothing compared to the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect!'"
"So… do you dare?"
As soon as Chen Chang'an finished speaking, everyone froze.
Of course, he wasn’t playing fair.
Was that something they could even say out loud? Even if it were true, voicing it would be tantamount to treason!
"No way!"
"Absolutely not!"
"If we shout that, how will others see us?"
"Exactly! If my master finds out, he’ll skin me alive!"
"I refuse! Change the punishment!"
"Yeah, pick something else!"
Everyone rejected the punishment outright—it was far too severe for them.
Yet, the mocking grin on Chen Chang'an’s face made their cheeks burn with shame. Some couldn’t even lift their heads.
They were the ones who had set the terms of the bet, and Chen Chang'an had only raised the stakes.
And if they compared the severity of the punishments, losing the position of Nine Clouds’ Supreme Elder was far worse than their humiliation.
Originally, they had wanted to humiliate Chen Chang'an and make him lose face in Skypride City. But now… he had led them step by step into a trap.
If they backed down now, they would be the ones becoming the laughingstock.
"What are you all so afraid of?" someone suddenly spoke up.
"Do you actually think he can win?"
"Thirty thousand combat power—do you really believe he can pull that off?"
The reminder snapped everyone back to reality.
Chen Chang'an was challenging a thirty-thousand combat power threshold—an impossible feat for him.
In other words, this bet was a guaranteed win for them. So why hesitate?
"You’re right! I don’t believe he can reach thirty thousand!"
"I’m in!"
"Me too!"
"Count me in!"
"I… never mind. I’ll pass."
Huh?
Someone actually backed out?
This was unexpected. And it wasn’t just one—within moments, dozens had withdrawn.
Despite the scornful and disdainful looks thrown their way, they stood firm, silently retreating to the sidelines.
"How pathetic!"
"Isn’t that someone from the Qi Family?"
"Yeah, a Qi clansman. Who knew they’d be so cowardly?"
"And those others—who are they?"
"No idea. Probably from some minor sects."
Though some had withdrawn, it did nothing to dampen the excitement of the rest.
Everyone was waiting—waiting to see Chen Chang'an lose the bet, and whether he would truly honor his word and step down as Supreme Elder.
"Big Bro, there are still some smart ones in the crowd," Da Huang remarked with a sigh.
"Of course," Chen Chang'an chuckled. "Not everyone acts on impulse. Some weigh the pros and cons."
"Besides, the Qi Family probably knows a thing or two."
"As for the others, they likely just don’t see the point in gambling. Humiliating me won’t benefit them in any way."
With that, Chen Chang'an strode confidently toward the advanced testing zone under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
His movement stunned everyone.
What was this?
Why was he heading to the advanced zone?
With his level of strength, even the intermediate zone would be overkill—the basic testing stone was enough for someone at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm!
Did he really need to flaunt his status like this just because he was the Nine Clouds’ Supreme Elder?
"He’s got some nerve, walking straight into the advanced testing zone!"
"Probably thinks it suits his lofty position."
"Doesn’t matter. Let him do as he pleases—it’ll just give us more to mock later."
"Hahaha! The Nine Clouds’ Supreme Elder goes to the advanced zone for a combat power test… only to score a measly few thousand!"
"Hahahaha! That’s hilarious!"
"Exactly! When we report this to the Ancestral Master, he’ll be thrilled!"
Excitement surged through the crowd—not because they believed Chen Chang'an’s combat power would be high, but because they couldn’t wait to see just how low it would be.
"Why are you shaking?" Da Huang sneered at the trembling Nine Clouds disciples.
"Scared?"
"Nervous… too nervous."
"Humiliation is one thing, but if the Supreme Elder really steps down, how do we explain it to the Sect Master?"
"Do you… think he can actually win?"
Could he?
Had Chen Chang'an ever lost before?
A man like him never acted without absolute certainty.
The only thing Da Huang wasn’t sure about was just how high Chen Chang'an’s combat power would soar this time.
But one thing was certain—Chen Chang'an’s name was about to shake the entire Flowing Clouds Domain!
Under the intense scrutiny of the crowd, Chen Chang'an slowly placed his palm on the advanced testing stone.
For a moment, it seemed as if everyone had forgotten to breathe. The surroundings fell into dead silence as all eyes locked onto the stone, eager to witness the outcome they anticipated.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Suddenly, the testing stone began to tremble violently—so fiercely that everyone gasped in shock!
What was happening?
Why was the stone reacting like this?
Was it malfunctioning?
Or… could it be…?
Horrified realization dawned on them.
Such an intense reaction from the testing stone could only mean one thing—the person being tested was the cause.
Did this mean Chen Chang'an’s strength was enough to shake the advanced testing stone itself?
A prodigy?
A legendary, peerless monster?
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.”
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
