"Who would have thought the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect would stumble upon such fortune?"
"Indeed, it’s truly enviable. With this, even the dogs and chickens of the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect will rise to the heavens."
"A great opportunity—this is a genuine stroke of destiny."
"Ah, who could’ve guessed the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect would latch onto Chen Chang'an’s coattails?"
"Exactly! He’s the top-ranked prodigy on the Heavenly Proud Rankings, even surpassing the former unrivaled genius, Ye Beixuan."
"And I heard even Ye Beixuan acknowledged Chen Chang'an as his elder brother."
"Incredible, absolutely unbelievable. Why would Chen Chang'an take an interest in the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect?"
"Even heroes falter before beauty—it’s natural. What man isn’t tempted by allure?"
"Hahaha, you’ve hit the nail on the head!"
Hearing the chatter around them, Da Huang and the other two were utterly dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on?
"Big Bro… what have you been doing behind our backs?"
"Don’t tell me you’ve already mastered the art of cloning?"
"Your main body travels with us while a clone goes out to indulge?"
"That’s… unethical."
"Why didn’t I think of such a brilliant trick?"
"But can someone at the Celestial Immortal Realm even create clones?"
"Why can’t I do it?" Da Huang grumbled in frustration.
"Did your brain get fried?"
"Can’t you see what’s happening?"
"Someone’s impersonating me to swindle people," Chen Chang'an said with a sigh.
Impersonating him?
Was this person out of their mind? How could anyone dare to pull such a stunt? Weren’t they afraid of being exposed?
"I don’t get it."
"Big Bro, what’s this guy thinking? Why would he impersonate you?"
"And isn’t it way too easy to expose him?" Da Huang frowned.
"You understand nothing. Let me ask you—how vast is the Ancient Immortal Domain?"
"If we hadn’t passed by, would we have even heard about this?"
"News travels slowly here. By the time the truth comes out, years would’ve passed."
"By then, he’d have already milked all the benefits, taken every advantage."
"Once he’s had his fill, he’ll vanish, change his name, and disappear into the vastness of the Ancient Immortal Domain. Who the hell would ever find him?" Chen Chang'an said coldly.
"Fair point, but the risk is insane."
"Just faking strength alone isn’t easy."
"And wouldn’t others be suspicious?"
"Wouldn’t they test him?"
Da Huang thought impersonation was downright idiotic. This wasn’t the mortal world—pretending to be someone else, especially a top-tier figure, was no simple feat.
Even if people didn’t know Chen Chang'an’s exact appearance, his cultivation and combat prowess were impossible to replicate.
His low realm but monstrous strength was something no imposter could mimic.
"I don’t know the details."
"But right now, the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect has clearly fallen for it."
"Worse yet, this bastard is about to marry their eldest daughter in my name."
"How could the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect be this stupid?"
If he hadn’t heard about it, he might’ve let it slide. But now that he knew, he couldn’t ignore it.
This was tarnishing his reputation—Chen Chang'an’s reputation. And while he didn’t exactly have a spotless name, there was a world of difference between ruining it himself and letting someone else do it.
"Big Bro, are you planning to go to the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect and expose this fraud?" Da Huang asked.
"Obviously. Or else, what if some kid shows up later claiming I’m the father? What the hell did I do to deserve that?"
"I have no interest in being a cuckold."
"Though, I’m more curious—how the hell did the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s so-called geniuses get duped?"
"Did they lose their brains to a dog?" Chen Chang'an muttered.
"Big Bro, I don’t eat human brains."
"Yeah, you eat human shit."
"..."
"Damn, Da Huang’s that hardcore?"
"Shut the hell up. If you’re gonna kiss ass, at least do it right."
Ignoring Da Huang, Chen Chang'an walked over and casually squatted beside the gossiping crowd.
"Folks, sounds like you’re discussing something interesting."
"Where exactly is this Mixed Origin Immortal Sect located?"
"What do you want? Planning to crash their grand event?"
"This isn’t something just anyone can attend."
"Give it up. Don’t daydream."
Clearly, they didn’t take Chen Chang'an seriously. The Mixed Origin Immortal Sect was already formidable, and now with Chen Chang'an’s "backing," this wedding was shaping up to be an extravagant affair.
Only the elite and influential would be invited.
Ordinary folks wouldn’t even get a chance to spectate.
"So, do you know where it is or not?" Chen Chang'an pressed.
"Knowing or not knowing—what’s it to you?"
"Kid, why won’t you take the hint?"
"Even if we tell you, you can’t go. Just live your life."
"Stop chasing fantasies."
Chen Chang'an sighed. He was just asking for directions—who asked for their life advice?
Know it or don’t, but stop wasting his time.
As he turned to leave, one of them called out to him.
"Young man, you really want to go?"
"I know where the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect is."
"Head southwest from here—about half a month’s journey."
"Are you sure you want to go?"
Chen Chang'an glanced at the man and smirked.
"Just want to see the spectacle. I’m curious what kind of skills this ‘Chen Chang'an’ really has."
The others frowned at his words. Why did that sound so confrontational?
Did this guy have a grudge against Chen Chang'an?
But Chen Chang'an was the top-ranked prodigy, with strength rivaling an Immortal Emperor!
"You’re not planning to cause trouble, are you?"
"Don’t drag me into this. If they find out I told you—"
"I can’t handle the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s retaliation."
Chen Chang'an chuckled. "Relax. They won’t come after you. In fact, they’ll thank you."
Huh?
Thank him?
What did that mean?
"Wait, brother, what do you mean by that?"
Everyone stared at him in confusion.
Chen Chang'an grinned.
"Because my name is also Chen Chang'an."
Silence.
What?
He was also Chen Chang'an?
Did that mean the one at the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect was fake?
"Hold on—what are you—"
"Holy shit!"
"Where’d he go?"
When they turned to question him further, he had already vanished.
"Damn!"
"This is gonna be one hell of a show."
"Was the one at the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect really an impostor?"
"The truth will out. Just wait and see."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
