Chen Chang'an was about to make his move when he suddenly sensed a familiar aura.
This aura belonged to none other than Ye Beixuan.
Chen Chang'an was curious—why would Ye Beixuan appear here? Could it be that the Ye Family had some connection with these two families?
Was the Hong Family's powerful backer actually the Ye Family?
Chen Chang'an held back from acting because he had detected Ye Beixuan's presence, but in the eyes of Young Master Hong and the Master of the Dongfang Family, Chen Chang'an was merely bluffing to intimidate them.
"Chen Chang'an, stop putting on an act."
"If you had the guts, you would have already made your move."
"Why waste time here?"
"And don’t think the Hong Family won’t give face to the number one genius on the Heavenly Prides Ranking."
"As long as you lower your stance, we can let bygones be bygones."
"In fact, I can even introduce you to our Hong Family’s ancestor."
"If you can earn his favor, it will surely elevate you to greater heights."
"What do you say?"
Young Master Hong’s words revealed his ignorance—he had no idea just how significant the title of "number one on the Heavenly Prides Ranking" truly was.
But this couldn’t entirely be blamed on him. After all, the previous top-ranked genius had been Ye Beixuan, and with the backing of the Ye Family, many naturally didn’t dare to overstep.
Chen Chang'an, however, was different. If he wished, countless powerful figures would rush to invest in him.
After all, investing in a peerless prodigy with no background meant the greater the investment, the greater the returns.
A mere Hong Family? They weren’t even worth Chen Chang'an’s attention.
Not to mention, Chen Chang'an’s network of connections was far beyond anything these people could imagine.
Da Huang shot Young Master Hong a disdainful glance. This fool must have a screw loose—probably never suffered a setback in his life.
"He’s here!"
From start to finish, Chen Chang'an hadn’t paid Young Master Hong or the Master of the Dongfang Family any mind. Instead, his gaze was fixed in the direction of Ye Beixuan’s aura.
When Chen Chang'an uttered those two words, Young Master Hong and the Dongfang Family members were stunned.
Who was coming?
Did Chen Chang'an have reinforcements?
"Chen Chang'an, even if you have backup, do you really think I’d be afraid?"
"Let me tell you, no matter who shows up, they’d only cower before our Hong Family."
"Do you really think the Hong Family can be intimidated by just anyone?"
At these words, Chen Chang'an couldn’t help but glance back at Young Master Hong. Did this guy just love spouting tough talk?
Couldn’t he at least wait until the person arrived before opening his mouth?
"I hope you’ll still be able to say those words later."
"Preferably word for word," Chen Chang'an said with a faint smile.
"Hmph!"
"Why wouldn’t I dare?"
"I—"
Before Young Master Hong could finish, Ye Beixuan had already appeared beside Chen Chang'an.
The moment they saw Ye Beixuan, Young Master Hong and the others paled. He looked familiar—too familiar.
Where had they seen him before?
"Ye… Ye Beixuan?"
"The former number one on the Heavenly Prides Ranking, now second?"
"Ye Beixuan of the Ye Family, one of the Nine Immortal Clans?"
"How could it be him?"
Compared to Chen Chang'an, far more people had seen or heard of Ye Beixuan.
After all, Chen Chang'an’s rise had only been a matter of decades, while Ye Beixuan had been a legend since his debut, a figure discussed with reverence for over ten thousand years.
Most importantly, Ye Beixuan wasn’t just peerless in talent and strength—his background was terrifyingly formidable.
The Ye Family ranked among the top three of the Nine Immortal Clans. Who would dare provoke them?
Recalling his earlier words, Young Master Hong wished he could vanish into the ground. How could he have known the newcomer would be Ye Beixuan?
"Go on."
"Weren’t you speaking quite boldly earlier?"
"Say it again," Chen Chang'an said, smiling at Young Master Hong.
Hearing this, Young Master Hong’s lips twitched. Say it? How could he possibly dare to speak like that in front of Ye Beixuan?
"Young Master Ye, I—"
"Scram."
Ye Beixuan shot Young Master Hong an icy glare. That single word made him immediately shut his mouth and obediently step aside.
"Brother Chen, you’re really here."
"This is perfect."
Facing Chen Chang'an, Ye Beixuan’s attitude did a complete 180, brimming with excitement.
"You came looking for me?"
"How did you know I was here?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"Well…"
Ye Beixuan glanced at the surrounding crowd. Clearly, he didn’t want to explain in front of so many people.
"Alright, let me settle things here first, then we’ll talk."
Before Chen Chang'an could finish, the Master of the Dongfang Family hastily interjected, "We’ll prepare right away—we’re preparing now!"
"Hurry and open the treasury! Bring… bring everything from the treasury here!"
"Master… everything?"
"Stop wasting time! Just do it!"
"Yes, Master!"
Seeing the Master of the Dongfang Family’s sudden change in attitude, Da Huang couldn’t help but laugh.
"Big Bro, look at that. The name ‘Ye Beixuan’ really gets the job done."
"Look how scared they are. You just don’t measure up," Da Huang teased.
Chen Chang'an wasn’t bothered by this. In fact, it saved him a lot of trouble—no need for further persuasion.
"And you?" Chen Chang'an turned to Young Master Hong. "No gesture of goodwill?"
"Huh?"
"I… I have to offer something too?"
"Or should I take Ye Beixuan for a visit to your Hong Family?"
"No need!"
"That won’t be necessary!"
"I…"
Young Master Hong was in a dilemma. Though he had plenty of treasures on him, they couldn’t compare to the Dongfang Family’s entire fortune.
Would his meager offerings even satisfy Chen Chang'an’s appetite?
"This is all I have on me. Everything." Young Master Hong said nervously.
"No problem. Go back and inform your family to prepare what’s owed."
"I’ll send someone to collect later," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
Of course!
Young Master Hong knew his personal stash wouldn’t be enough, but he never expected Chen Chang'an to set his sights on the entire Hong Family.
"What are you staring at?"
"Do as Brother Chen says."
"Or should I pay your Hong Family a visit myself?" Ye Beixuan said impatiently.
"No, no! There’s no need to trouble Young Master Ye!"
"I… I’ll return to the Hong Family at once and have everything prepared."
"Um… who will come to collect?" Young Master Hong asked hesitantly.
Who would go?
"I’ll go. I’m free anyway," Chen Qingqing said calmly.
You?
Honestly, Chen Chang'an had absolute confidence in Chen Qingqing’s strength, but her naivety… wouldn’t she just get swindled?
"Never mind. Yi Tuo, you go with her."
Sending Chen Qingqing alone wasn’t reassuring. Though Yi Tuo was one of the "Three Fools," he was at least slightly more street-smart than her.
"Big Bro, where should I find you afterward?" Yi Tuo asked.
"I can find him, no problem." With Chen Qingqing's abilities, locating Chen Chang'an wouldn't be difficult.
"Alright, it's settled then."
"Brother Chen, I need to speak with you urgently."
Before Chen Chang'an could even respond, Ye Beixuan hastily made the decision for him and immediately dragged him away.
"What's going on... Did someone snatch your wife or something?"
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."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
