"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."
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lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
