Understood?
Can I choose not to understand?
What the hell is going on here?
Originally, Chen Chang'an thought that the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan was waiting for him because they had encountered some unsolvable trouble, and he was the one who could resolve it.
Moreover, based on his observations of the clan leader and matriarch's expressions, Chen Chang'an felt that they probably shared the same assumption.
But now?
Hu Tianjiao actually said this was a crisis threatening the entire Primordial Immortal Domain?
And even worse… everyone except him had perished?
As for whether he himself would survive in the end—that was still unknown!
This is just too damn absurd!
"You waited for me just to tell me all this and have me prepare properly… to face the impending catastrophe?" Chen Chang'an asked with a furrowed brow.
"Exactly."
"I chose to secretly travel to the Tai Xuan Realm back then to see what kind of person you really were."
"Unfortunately, at that time, you had no cultivation whatsoever, yet your body was unusually powerful."
"Though your character was nothing special, at least you weren’t a bad person."
"At first, I was actually a little worried. I suspected that all of this might have been caused by you. If possible, I would have killed you."
"That way, perhaps the events to come wouldn’t have happened."
Kill him?
Damn, this woman looks delicate but has a vicious heart!
Just on a suspicion, she wanted to eliminate him?
"Then why didn’t you act?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"I… wasn’t confident. And I wasn’t sure whether you were the cause of the Primordial Immortal Domain’s catastrophe."
"If it wasn’t you, then you might be the only one capable of changing the course of this disaster."
Back in the Tai Xuan Realm, Hu Tianjiao had genuinely considered killing Chen Chang'an, but in the end, she chose not to act.
Even though Chen Chang'an had no cultivation at the time, Hu Tianjiao had an inexplicable feeling that she couldn’t kill him—no matter how strange or absurd it seemed, she was utterly convinced of it.
She… couldn’t kill him!
"I didn’t spread this matter, so very few know the truth."
"To avoid unnecessary trouble, even the current leader of our Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan was only told that a great calamity was coming."
"As for what kind of calamity, they don’t actually know."
"Perhaps they assumed it was a crisis specific to our clan, which led to your misunderstanding."
Hearing Hu Tianjiao’s words, Chen Chang'an finally realized—she had even kept her own clansmen in the dark?
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"And how much time do I have?"
"When exactly will this catastrophe occur?" Chen Chang'an pressed with a frown.
"There’s nothing specific I need you to do."
"Besides, I don’t even know what should be done."
"As for the exact timing, I’m not sure either."
"After all, when I traveled through time to the future, I didn’t know how far ahead I went."
"All I can say is… you must be ready at all times."
"The catastrophe could arrive at any moment."
Great.
This was all just empty talk—nothing but nonsense!
He had been living just fine, happy and carefree, and now she tells him that the apocalypse might come tomorrow, or the day after, and everyone will die?
Isn’t this just adding unnecessary stress?
"Thank you."
"I’m really, really grateful."
"You’ve made sure I won’t have a single peaceful day from now on," Chen Chang'an said with a bitter laugh.
"There’s no other way. If I didn’t tell you, I was afraid you wouldn’t take your cultivation seriously."
"After all, you’re the one who survived till the end. If you push yourself harder, maybe you won’t just survive the catastrophe—you might even save everyone."
"Don’t worry. Since I waited for you, I won’t let you leave empty-handed."
"Our Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan will support you with everything we have."
"All our resources are yours to use freely."
"Whatever we have, you can take."
So far, this was the only good news Chen Chang'an had heard.
The Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan had existed for who knows how many millennia—the resources they possessed must be unimaginably vast.
"Where are the goods?"
"Give them to me now."
"That way, I won’t have to keep coming back for more," Chen Chang'an said with a grin.
"You’re certainly not shy about asking."
"Here."
"The resources in here should last you for a hundred thousand years of cultivation."
"Start with these."
Enough for a hundred thousand years of cultivation?
That much?
Excited, Chen Chang'an opened the spatial ring to inspect its contents—but his expression quickly darkened.
"That’s it?"
That’s it?
He actually called it insufficient?
Hu Tianjiao was equally puzzled. Had she given him the wrong ring?
"Let me check."
Taking the ring back, Hu Tianjiao confirmed—no, this was the one she had prepared. How could it be lacking?
"With just this much, I’ll burn through it in fifty years at most."
"And you’re telling me this is supposed to last a hundred thousand years?"
"Are you messing with me?"
The moment these words left his mouth, Hu Tianjiao was stunned.
This much resources would only last him fifty years? Was he a bottomless pit? How was he not afraid of exploding from overconsumption?
Wait—
No.
Suddenly, Hu Tianjiao’s heart raced, and her eyes gleamed with excitement.
The more resources Chen Chang'an needed for cultivation, the greater his potential.
If others could cultivate for a hundred thousand years with these resources, but he would exhaust them in fifty, didn’t that mean he was incomparably stronger than the rest?
"Are you serious? These will only last you fifty years?" Hu Tianjiao asked solemnly.
"A conservative estimate. It might even run out before then."
"Good!"
"Then I’ll prepare more for you—"
"Actually, let me see how much we have left first."
Before she could finish, Hu Tianjiao’s figure vanished.
In less than half an incense stick’s time, she reappeared before Chen Chang'an.
"I’ve gathered more for you."
"This should last you three to five hundred years."
"Is this enough now?" Hu Tianjiao asked.
Three to five hundred years?
That was six to ten times the previous amount!
"Enough!"
"This should do it. It might even help me break through to the Immortal Emperor realm," Chen Chang'an said, satisfied as he pocketed the ring.
Immortal Emperor realm?
What? With this much, you think you might just reach Immortal Emperor?
This was the accumulated wealth of the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan over millions of years—enough to elevate a talented clansman to the Half-Step Immortal Sovereign or even the full Immortal Sovereign realm!
"Anything else?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Anything else?"
"Not for now."
"But there’s one thing I must remind you of."
"What is it?"
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