"What audacity."
"Is this man out of his mind?"
"What a joke. You keep saying he’s a fake—do you have any proof?"
"If you want others to believe you, then show us the evidence."
The onlookers in the crowd began to jeer, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. After all, what was more entertaining than watching a good show? If Chen Chang'an were to be dragged away now, wouldn’t that spoil the fun?
Their clamor made it difficult for the experts of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect to act immediately. If they silenced the accuser now, wouldn’t that just prove their guilt?
"Hmph!"
"I’d very much like to see how you plan to prove it."
"Don’t say the Hunyuan Immortal Sect didn’t give you a chance."
"We stand upright and fear no shadows."
"Let’s see how you intend to smear us with this baseless accusation."
The patriarch of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect spoke with such conviction that even those who had harbored doubts began to second-guess themselves.
As for the imposter claiming to be Chen Chang'an, he remained composed throughout, as if utterly unbothered by the accusations.
"Proof?"
"Then I’ll tell you."
"I... am the real Chen Chang'an."
You?
The real Chen Chang'an?
The moment these words were spoken, the crowd fell into stunned silence.
This was beyond ridiculous.
Another Chen Chang'an?
Was the name "Chen Chang'an" suddenly trending in the Primordial Immortal Domain?
"Hahahaha!"
"You’re also Chen Chang'an?"
"Is it just a coincidence of names?"
"You don’t actually think sharing his name makes you the real Chen Chang'an, the top-ranked genius on the Heavenly Prides Leaderboard, do you?"
"What a joke!"
"Exactly! His cultivation is at the Golden Immortal realm, while you’re already at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm. If anything, you’re the fake one!"
"Right, right! I almost forgot—Chen Chang'an’s cultivation isn’t nearly as high as the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm."
Ironically, Chen Chang'an’s cultivation level became the key evidence used to discredit him. No one took his words seriously, dismissing him as nothing more than a madman.
The imposter, initially nervous, gradually relaxed as the crowd ridiculed the accuser.
"Amusing!"
"Truly amusing!"
"I may not be the most talented, but I daresay my aptitude is unmatched in the Primordial Immortal Domain."
"Even so, it took me years just to reach the ninth level of the Golden Immortal realm."
"I wouldn’t dare claim I could reach the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm in just thirty years."
"Do you think you can?"
The imposter’s words drew nods of agreement. Thirty years to go from the fifth level of the Golden Immortal realm to the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm? That was unheard of. Even a prodigy like Chen Chang'an couldn’t possibly achieve such a feat.
"This is hilarious. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable."
"Honestly, this guy must be delusional."
"Exactly! How dare he claim to be Chen Chang'an and call others out as fakes?"
"Ah, just let him go. He’s clearly not right in the head. It’s pitiful."
"Oh, how generous of you! After causing such a scene, you’d still let him leave?"
With no one believing him, the patriarch and sect master of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect finally relaxed.
Whether this man was genuine or not, they couldn’t let him walk away.
If he was the real Chen Chang'an, the sect had already offended him beyond reconciliation.
If he was a fraud, then he would serve as an example—a warning to others not to mess with the Hunyuan Immortal Sect.
"Still don’t believe me?"
"As everyone knows, Chen Chang'an’s strength far surpasses his cultivation level."
"The truth will be clear once we fight."
With a cold laugh, Chen Chang'an reached out and, before the eyes of the entire crowd, seized the imposter effortlessly.
The imposter didn’t even have a chance to resist.
"This..."
The spectators were dumbfounded. How could this be?
Why was this "Chen Chang'an" so weak?
How could a peak Heavenly Immortal be so easily subdued?
This was supposed to be the top-ranked genius on the Heavenly Prides Leaderboard, a fighter comparable to an Immortal Emperor!
What was going on?
Could he really be a fake?
At this point, even the most skeptical had no choice but to doubt.
The members of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect paled, their gazes toward the imposter now filled with suspicion.
"Do you even deserve to tarnish the name 'Chen Chang'an'?"
"Do you think you’re worthy?" Chen Chang'an sneered, his voice icy.
The imposter broke out in a cold sweat. He never expected this man to actually make a move—and in front of everyone, no less.
"Chang'an Gege!"
"Let go of my Chang'an Gege!"
"Or else the Hunyuan Immortal Sect will never forgive you!" Wen Xiuxiu shrieked in fury.
Still calling him "Chang'an Gege"?
Many in the crowd sneered. Couldn’t she see the truth now?
If this man were truly Chen Chang'an, how could he be captured so easily?
"Taking advantage of someone’s distraction—what kind of hero does that?"
"I just let my guard down. Otherwise—"
The imposter’s excuse held no weight. Even if he had been careless, the real Chen Chang'an, as the legends described, would never have been captured so effortlessly.
"Enough!"
"I don’t care who you are."
"Daring to cause trouble here today—"
"You won’t leave unpunished!"
With that, the patriarch of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect lunged at Chen Chang'an.
Though the patriarch was powerful, he had only recently stepped into the Immortal Emperor realm.
Chen Chang'an smirked, snapped the imposter’s neck with a single hand, and then casually backhanded the patriarch, sending him flying.
"Holy shit!"
"That’s insane!"
"This is a peak Heavenly Immortal?"
"He just sent an Immortal Emperor flying with one palm!"
"It’s him!"
"It has to be him!"
"Who else but Chen Chang'an could possess such monstrous combat power?"
"We’re screwed!"
"I actually mocked Chen Chang'an earlier?"
"The real ones in trouble are the Hunyuan Immortal Sect."
"For the sake of a fake, they’ve offended the real Chen Chang'an. From now on, the Hunyuan Immortal Sect might as well be erased from the Primordial Immortal Domain."
"Damn these idiots! They elevated a fraud to the heavens!"
The guests were stunned. The members of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect panicked.
Now, everyone saw the truth with absolute clarity.
No further proof was needed.
Strength—strength was the ultimate evidence.
"No!"
"It can’t be!"
"My Chang'an Gege can’t be a fake!"
"It’s not true! It’s not!"
"He wouldn’t lie to me!"
"You’re the fake! You are!"
Wen Xiuxiu refused to accept reality. Just moments ago, everything had been perfect. She was about to become the envy of all as Chen Chang'an’s wife.
Why?
Why had everything fallen apart?
"It’s all your fault!"
"You did this!"
"I’ll kill you!"

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."

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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.”

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