The members of the Primordial Immortal Sect were now glaring at Chen Chang'an with hostility. Meanwhile, the imposter Chen Chang'an felt an inexplicable tension creeping into his heart, while Wen Xiuxiu wore a puzzled expression as she looked at Chen Chang'an.
"Young master, I don’t believe we’ve met before," she said.
"Even if you harbor feelings of admiration for me, I must ask you to restrain yourself."
"My heart belongs only to Chang'an gege."
"Don’t entertain any delusions."
Huh?
This narcissistic?
Chen Chang'an was momentarily stunned by Wen Xiuxiu’s words. When had he ever confessed any admiration for her? How could someone be so shameless?
Did he really look like some lovesick fool crashing a wedding?
"Hahahaha!"
"Miss Wen speaks the truth. Some people should really know their place."
"Still, I must admire this man’s courage. Driven to madness by love, he’d go so far as to court his own ruin for the sake of the woman he adores. Ah, the power of love—truly unfathomable."
"Nothing but overconfidence. Miss Wen doesn’t even know him. What a joke."
"Hmph, let’s see how this fool plans to die."
The crowd buzzed with chatter, seemingly convinced that Chen Chang'an was nothing more than a besotted simpleton infatuated with Wen Xiuxiu.
Even the Primordial Immortal Sect’s Patriarch and Sect Master thought the same.
If that were the case, then the earlier incident couldn’t have been his doing.
How could someone who adored Wen Xiuxiu so deeply bear to see her humiliated and ruined?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
Chen Chang'an looked at the crowd of self-proclaimed geniuses and couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.
"You’re overthinking it."
"I didn’t come here for you."
"You’re not bad-looking, but to be honest, you’re not my type."
"I came for him."
Chen Chang'an pointed at the imposter pretending to be him.
Whoa!
The moment those words left his mouth, the crowd erupted in shock!
Everyone had assumed he was here for Wen Xiuxiu—who could’ve guessed he was actually after Chen Chang'an?
Could it be…
He preferred men?
Was Chen Chang'an so captivating that he charmed not only women but men as well?
"My apologies."
"I have no interest in you either."
"My heart belongs solely to Xiuxiu."
"I suggest you reconsider your actions."
"Don’t make a fool of yourself here, and don’t insult my name," the imposter said coldly, his expression darkening.
"Pfft!"
"Who would’ve thought today’s event would include such entertainment?"
"Hahaha, this is too much! He actually likes men? Damn, he’s a cut-sleeve!"
"Still, this young man does have a fair and delicate appearance. He must be quite popular in certain circles."
"Oh? You’re familiar with that scene?"
"Ah, just a passing knowledge."
"Impressive, impressive!"
The Primordial Immortal Sect’s Patriarch now regarded Chen Chang'an with a frosty gaze.
"Today is a grand occasion for our sect."
"Whoever you are, behave yourself, and you’re welcome to stay."
"But if you continue causing trouble, don’t blame us for discarding courtesy."
Chen Chang'an smirked. "Are you really certain you don’t want to know who I am?"
"Have you never considered why I’d come for him?"
The Patriarch’s face stiffened.
Could it be… the Chen Chang'an of their sect was truly an imposter?
No, impossible!
What were the odds of encountering a fake, only for the real one to show up?
He must be misinterpreting the man’s words.
Even if this was a fake, from today onward, he had to become the real deal!
"I don’t understand what you’re saying."
"And I have no interest in knowing who you are."
"Consider this your final warning."
"Do you truly believe I won’t spill blood on such an occasion?" the Patriarch hissed.
"Hahahaha!"
"You don’t want to know?"
"Or are you afraid to know?"
"Let me ask you—is he really Chen Chang'an?"
Boom!
The crowd erupted in chaos. What did he mean? Was he questioning Chen Chang'an’s identity?
Now that he mentioned it, many had once doubted whether this Chen Chang'an was truly the top-ranked genius on the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard.
But most assumed no one would dare impersonate him—the consequences were unthinkable.
Yet now, someone had openly challenged his identity, forcing everyone to reconsider.
Even the way they looked at the imposter began to shift.
The fake Chen Chang'an was panicking inside, but he’d prepared for this when he chose to impersonate someone.
With a calm expression, he glanced at Chen Chang'an and said coolly, "And how can you prove I’m not Chen Chang'an?"
"Do you really think anyone in the Primordial Immortal Domain would dare impersonate me?"
"I don’t know what your motives are."
"But today is my joyous occasion, and I won’t stoop to your level."
"Otherwise… you won’t leave unscathed."
Wen Xiuxiu, now furious, glared at Chen Chang'an. "Who do you think you are, daring to question our Chang'an gege?"
"Do you expect us to doubt him based on your word alone?"
"Your actions won’t affect us—only yourself."
"You’re a joke. A complete and utter joke."
"To even question Chang'an gege… Do you think you’ll leave the Primordial Immortal Sect alive?"
Her words resonated with the crowd. They couldn’t just accept the baseless accusations of a stranger.
Who knew what schemes this man harbored?
The Patriarch had no more patience. Whatever the truth, he didn’t want to know.
If this man truly knew Chen Chang'an—or was Chen Chang'an himself—then he couldn’t be allowed to leave alive.
Otherwise, if the imposter was exposed, not only would the fake suffer, but the entire sect would face repercussions.
How could such an absurd coincidence happen in the vast Primordial Immortal Domain? And at this critical moment?
Why couldn’t this have been discovered years or decades later?
"Guards, seize this man."
"I’ll personally interrogate him to uncover who sent him to disrupt our event."
"Lock him up for now."
Given the importance of the occasion, the Patriarch didn’t want to resort to outright violence—it would look too suspicious. Better to detain him first and deal with him later.
"Arrest me?"
"With the strength of your Primordial Immortal Sect?"
"You overestimate yourselves."
"And you overestimate this fraud."
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