Huh?
So eager to learn?
Chen Qingqing's words took Chen Chang'an by surprise. Was she really this easy to fool?
Had he been too reserved before?
"I'll deal with him first."
"Then I'll teach you properly."
"Don't worry, I’ll make sure you learn something worthwhile. You won’t be disappointed," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
"Yes, I feel like I’m lacking in many areas."
"Thank you for teaching me," Chen Qingqing replied gratefully.
This… she was even thanking him? Chen Chang'an felt a little awkward now.
"Beast!"
"Utterly shameless!"
Even Da Huang couldn’t help but scorn Chen Chang'an upon hearing this conversation. How could he deceive such an innocent young woman like this?
"What did I do?"
"I didn’t do anything. Why call me shameless?" Yi Tuo asked, aggrieved.
"Was I talking about you?"
"But I am a beast."
"Damn…"
If Yi Tuo hadn’t mentioned it, Da Huang would’ve almost forgotten about that.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Let me go, or the Dongfang family will never let you off!"
"I’ll have you know, our Dongfang family has a Celestial Venerable-level expert!"
"Do you even know who our backer is?"
"I’ve heard of—"
Before Dongfang Yin could finish, Chen Chang'an slapped him hard across the face.
SMACK!
The blow left Dongfang Yin dizzy, his cheek swelling visibly.
"Is your backer one of the Nine Supreme Immortal Clans?"
"N-no…"
"Then what the hell are you bragging for?"
"You’ve been talking big, but do you even know who I am?"
"W-who are you?"
"My name is Chen Chang'an!"
Chen Chang'an?
The name gave Dongfang Yin pause. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.
After racking his brain, he still couldn’t recall any particularly powerful Chen family.
"Chen Chang'an?"
"He’s actually called Chen Chang'an?"
"Wait… could it be the Chen Chang'an, the top-ranked genius on the Heavenly Proud Rankings?"
"No way… the number one prodigy of the Heavenly Proud Rankings is here?"
"No, impossible!"
"Why?"
"How could his cultivation have reached the Peak Immortal King realm in just a few decades?"
"That’s right! Back then, wasn’t it said that Chen Chang'an reached the top of the rankings at only the Fifth-Level Golden Immortal realm? It’s only been about fifty years, right?"
"Fifty years, from Golden Immortal to Peak Immortal King? That’s… that’s impossible!"
Dongfang Yin was still processing this, but many bystanders had already connected the dots.
Though his name wasn’t as blazingly famous as before, Chen Chang'an’s reputation had once shaken the entire Ancient Immortal Domain. How could anyone forget it?
But his current cultivation was so absurdly high that people hesitated to believe it was the same person. Sure, Chen Chang'an was known as a once-in-an-era monster among monsters—but this ridiculous?
Reaching Peak Immortal King in just fifty years?
Meanwhile, Dongfang Yin’s expression shifted as he stared at Chen Chang'an.
Had he just offended Chen Chang'an?
The man even the supreme prodigies of the Nine Supreme Immortal Clans willingly bowed to?
"No!"
"Impossible!"
"You can’t be the Chen Chang'an from the rankings!"
"His strength was monstrous, but his cultivation wasn’t this high!"
"It’s just a coincidence—same name, same surname!" Dongfang Yin stammered nervously.
"My apologies."
"I just… break through a little faster than most."
"I’m afraid I have to disappoint you. I really am that Chen Chang'an."
Chen Chang'an’s words shattered Dongfang Yin’s last shred of hope.
It was him.
At the Fifth-Level Golden Immortal realm, his combat power had rivaled Immortal Emperors. Now, at Peak Immortal King, how terrifying must his true strength be?
Peak Celestial Venerable?
Or even Half-Step Immortal Sovereign?
"L-Lord Chen! I was blind! I didn’t know this lady belonged to you!"
"Please, spare me!"
"I’ll do anything—anything! Just name it!"
Faced with death, Dongfang Yin abandoned all dignity. He’d even eat shit if it meant survival.
But Chen Chang'an wasn’t about to give him that chance.
"Is your Dongfang family wealthy?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smile.
Wealthy?
How was he supposed to answer that?
"W-well… decently so."
"The Dongfang family has been around for millions of years. We have… some accumulated resources."
"What… would you like?" Dongfang Yin asked nervously.
Only millions of years? That probably meant limited reserves.
"Big Bro, small gains add up. I say it’s worth it," Da Huang chuckled.
"True. Every bit counts—no reason to be picky."
Chen Chang'an nodded in agreement. He couldn’t just keep milking the top-tier factions forever; even they had limits.
Even a grasshopper’s legs are meat—better than nothing.
"How much do you think your Dongfang family would pay to get you back?"
"I—I’m a candidate for the next family head! They’ll definitely save me!"
Future family head? This guy?
Was he overestimating himself?
If the Dongfang family learned he’d offended Chen Chang'an, they’d disown him instantly. "Save" him? More like dump him.
"Seems I’ll have to collect the debt in person."
"Otherwise, the Dongfang family might deny everything… or just abandon Dongfang Yin outright."
After some thought, Chen Chang'an decided a visit was necessary.
"Yes, yes! I’ll take you there myself!" Dongfang Yin blurted eagerly.
"Good. Smart choice."
"You get to live… for now."
Satisfied, Chen Chang'an released Dongfang Yin.
But before leaving, Chen Chang'an walked back to the stall and picked up the trinket Chen Qingqing had admired.
"Old timer, how much for this?"
"N-no, I couldn’t possibly take your spirit stones!"
"For someone like you to grace my humble stall is honor enough!"
"Just having you buy something here will bring me endless fortune!"
"My business will thrive thanks to you!" The vendor gushed excitedly.
Huh?
This vendor was sharp. By advertising that Chen Chang'an had shopped here, he’d attract hordes of admirers.
"Then may your business prosper."
"Thank you, Lord Chen!"
"No need. Consider this my payment for the trinket."
Chen Chang'an handed the accessory to Chen Qingqing.
"Thank you. I love it," she said softly.
"Glad you like it."
"Now, let’s go."
"Take me to your Dongfang family."
"Let’s see what kind of ‘accumulated resources’ you really have."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
