Chen Chang'an inspected the spatial ring handed over by Ye Beixuan. To his surprise, it contained quite a lot of items—even more than what his brother-in-law Mu Yunhai had given him.
"Hmm!"
"You're a good man."
"Worth befriending."
"Better than him." Chen Chang'an nodded approvingly at Ye Beixuan.
Huh?
What does that mean?
Mu Yunhai, standing nearby, was stunned. Bro, can’t you tell who’s family here?
We’re blood relatives—he’s just some random guy.
"Brother-in-law, I’m your brother-in-law."
"You should be taking my side."
"Can you say something else for once? I know you’re my brother-in-law."
"Am I going to run away or disappear? Do you have to remind me every damn sentence?" Chen Chang'an snapped irritably.
"And you—what the hell are you snickering about?"
"What’s so funny?"
Chen Chang'an shot a glare at Da Huang. The bastard had been hiding in the corner, snickering ever since Mu Yunhai called him "brother-in-law." Chen Chang'an had ignored it at first, but the dog just wouldn’t stop laughing.
"Huh?"
"What’s wrong with me laughing?"
"I told you before—your master was raising you as a future son-in-law. You didn’t believe me."
"Now you see, don’t you?"
"But seriously, when did you two get together?"
"How come I didn’t know about this?" Da Huang looked at Chen Chang'an, puzzled.
"Go to hell!"
Chen Chang'an kicked Da Huang, sending him flying.
"Little worm, Yi Tuo."
"Come find me—we’re hitting the brothel."
Da Huang’s voice echoed in the sky as his figure vanished, followed closely by Little Worm and Yi Tuo.
"Brother-in-law… your dog visits brothels?" Mu Yunhai gaped at Chen Chang'an in shock.
The others also looked at Chen Chang'an with strange expressions. If a pet frequented brothels, surely the owner had something to do with it, right?
"No way! Isn’t Chen Chang'an the son-in-law of the Mu family? He visits brothels?"
"That’s… not very proper. Quite unbecoming, really."
"Do the Mu family know? Would they allow this?"
"Well… hard to say, hard to say."
Hearing the murmurs, Chen Chang'an sighed helplessly. He knew Da Huang had done this on purpose.
On one hand, the dog genuinely wanted to visit a brothel—after thirty years in seclusion, it was practically bursting with pent-up energy.
On the other hand, this was pure revenge for that kick.
"My apologies for the spectacle, everyone."
"This dog of mine fell into bad company in his youth and picked up some… unsavory habits."
"Now, I can only guide him—I won’t restrict his freedom too much."
"After all… even dogs need love, don’t they?"
Chen Chang'an smiled amiably.
"Right, right!"
"You’re absolutely correct, Young Master Chen."
"Indeed, Young Master Chen’s character is beyond reproach—he treats even his pets with such kindness."
"It’s the dog’s bad influences, nothing to do with Young Master Chen."
"Exactly! We all trust Young Master Chen’s integrity."
Satisfied with their responses, Chen Chang'an nodded and withdrew his friendly smile.
"Brother Chen, shall we… begin?" Ye Beixuan asked eagerly.
"Sure."
"But… this place isn’t ideal."
"Let’s take it up there."
Chen Chang'an pointed toward the void. At their level, sparring in the open skies was far more convenient—no need to hold back.
"Agreed."
Ye Beixuan nodded, then vanished in a flash, soaring into the void.
"Brother-in-law, can we come watch?" Mu Yunhai asked excitedly.
"Stay put."
"No telling how this will go."
"Could be over very quickly."
Before he even finished speaking, Chen Chang'an disappeared.
"Over quickly?"
"My brother-in-law’s stamina… isn’t great, huh?"
"Better find him a miracle doctor." Mu Yunhai stroked his chin, already plotting ways to improve Chen Chang'an’s health.
In the void, Chen Chang'an and Ye Beixuan stood facing each other. Ye Beixuan’s expression was tense, even nervous.
"No need for that."
"It’ll be quick."
Quick?
What does that mean?
Before Ye Beixuan could react—before he could even see Chen Chang'an move—an overwhelming force sent him flying.
At that moment, Ye Beixuan finally understood what Chen Chang'an meant by "quick."
Fast.
Unbelievably fast.
He hadn’t even had a chance to resist. No chance to fight back. Just… defeated.
"Do you feel the gap now?"
Ye Beixuan had barely steadied himself when Chen Chang'an appeared beside him.
"Thank you for holding back."
"If you had gone all out…"
"Would I still be alive?" Ye Beixuan asked.
He couldn’t shake the suspicion that Chen Chang'an wasn’t just stronger—he could have killed him instantly.
Ye Beixuan had trained relentlessly for years, reaching the half-step Immortal Emperor realm.
With his strength, fighting above his level was no challenge. He could defeat opponents below the third level of Immortal Emperor.
Even against a fifth-level Immortal Emperor, he could hold his own.
Yet Chen Chang'an, at only the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm, could obliterate him in an instant?
The gap was… incomprehensible.
The so-called "Number One Prodigy of the Ancient Immortal Domain" was nothing before Chen Chang'an.
"Don’t sell yourself short. You’re strong. Your talent is exceptional."
"Staying at the top among your peers proves that much."
"But don’t compare yourself to me."
"We’re different." Chen Chang'an said with a faint smile.
Different?
How?
Seeing Ye Beixuan’s questioning gaze, Chen Chang'an grinned.
"I’m handsomer."
Huh?
What—
Chen Chang'an’s words left Ye Beixuan speechless.
He’d expected some profound secret, but… this?
Bro, can you be serious for once?
"That’s it?"
After a long silence, Ye Beixuan realized there would be no further explanation.
"Isn’t that enough?"
"More than enough."
Ye Beixuan decided not to press further. If he kept asking, Chen Chang'an would probably just keep boasting.
He had no interest in listening to that.
When Chen Chang'an and Ye Beixuan returned to the city, the crowd immediately turned to them, eyes full of anticipation.
"So?"
"Old Ye, win or lose?"
"Look at his face—clearly lost."
"Did you two finish that fast?"
"What happened? Tell us!"
Ye Beixuan could only smile bitterly. If they knew the fight would’ve ended even sooner if not for their chat, what would they think?
"Incredibly strong."
"I couldn’t last a single exchange."
"Even if we all attacked together, we’d be wiped out instantly."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
