"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!"
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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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
