"I'm leaving, not fucking dying!"
"What's the meaning of all this?"
"And you, why are you wiping your tears?"
Chen Chang'an was utterly exasperated by the scene before him. He was merely departing—was all this really necessary?
Did the Ye Family have to make such a grand spectacle out of it?
Every single member of the Ye Family had gathered, their gazes fixed on Chen Chang'an as if they were attending a funeral.
I came here to save you all, and this is how you treat me?
"Brother Chen, it's... it's just that we can't bear to see you go," Ye Beixuan explained awkwardly.
"Cut the crap."
"I've only been here a few days. How could we have developed such deep feelings?"
"Brother Chen, you’re mistaken. Your actions saved our Ye Family. Such a tremendous debt of gratitude can’t be measured by time."
"Enough, I don’t have the patience for this."
"And all of you, stop crying. How depressing is this?"
Chen Chang'an couldn’t stand it any longer. The atmosphere wasn’t a farewell—it felt more like they were sending him off to the afterlife.
"And you three, laughing your asses off, huh?"
"Want me to cut off your allowance?"
Da Huang and the other two were grinning so smugly that it was downright shameless. Nothing pleased them more than seeing Chen Chang'an uncomfortable.
But his threat instantly wiped the smiles off their faces.
"Big Bro!"
"I was just trying to lighten the mood with laughter. It was all for your sake!"
"Yeah, yeah! Godfather, you’ve got to understand our good intentions!"
"Exactly! We weren’t laughing at you—we were easing the tension. Didn’t want you to feel awkward!"
Perfect.
The Three Stooges had learned to lie with a straight face.
"Let’s go!"
Chen Chang'an couldn’t be bothered with them any longer and turned to leave the Ye Family without another word.
As they watched him depart, Ye Xun and the others were filled with emotion.
"Ancestor, between him and Chen Tian from back then, who do you think was stronger?" the Ye Family head asked curiously.
Compared to Chen Tian?
From the moment Chen Tian entered their awareness, he had been invincible.
The Nine Great Immortal Clans had investigated him but found little information. They only knew he hadn’t been in the Ancient Immortal Domain for long.
His subsequent actions were baffling—completely unpredictable, as if he acted on whims, yet also with deliberate purpose.
But one thing was undeniable: Chen Tian’s strength was unmatched. No one in the Ancient Immortal Domain could rival him.
Now, there was Chen Chang'an—equally monstrous, with terrifying growth speed.
The Nine Great Immortal Clans first learned of him through the Heavenly Proud Rankings.
At the time, Chen Chang'an was only at the Golden Immortal Fifth Level. Yet, in just a few decades, he had reached the peak of Immortal King, with combat power rivaling an Immortal Emperor.
If he ever broke through to Immortal Emperor, he might even surpass Chen Tian.
"It’s hard to say."
"Both are prodigies. There’s no way to determine who was stronger."
"It’s all speculation—Chen Tian has been gone for far too long."
"But I can’t shake the feeling that there’s some hidden connection between them."
"Ah, whatever it may be, Chen Chang'an’s rise is a blessing for humanity."
"With the demonic tribes preparing to return, perhaps only he can lead us out of this crisis."
"Chen Tian once annihilated the Demon Realm. Chen Chang'an... can do the same," Ye Xun said solemnly.
The Ye Family members nodded in agreement. The demonic tribes were advancing aggressively, and the Ye Family had already steeled themselves for a desperate fight.
But Chen Chang'an’s appearance had changed everything.
"We can’t afford to slack off either."
"From now on, every member of the Ye Family must be thoroughly vetted. Not a single demonic spy can remain among us."
"Starting today, the Ye Family will enter seclusion. Everyone must focus on cultivation."
"When the demonic tribes launch their full-scale invasion, we cannot be the ones dragging everyone down," Ye Xun commanded coldly.
"Yes, Ancestor!"
After leaving the Ye Family, Chen Chang'an headed straight for the Xiao Yun Heaven, where the Mu Family resided.
As he traveled, he suddenly frowned.
"This place... Have I been here before?"
The surroundings felt oddly familiar, though he was certain he’d never visited.
"Big Bro, the Zhou Family!"
"This is where we first arrived after ascending to the Ancient Immortal Domain!"
"It’s the Zhou Family’s territory!" Da Huang exclaimed in surprise.
The reminder clicked for Chen Chang'an. No wonder it looked familiar—this was his first stop in the Ancient Immortal Domain.
Who would’ve thought? Before even reaching the Mu Family, he’d stumbled back into the Zhou Family’s domain.
"Big Bro, should we pay the Zhou Family a visit?"
"Maybe ask about the situation back in the Tai Xuan Realm?"
How is the Tai Xuan Realm doing these days?
Chen Chang'an had been away from the Tai Xuan Realm for quite some time now, and he couldn’t help but wonder how those youngsters like Chen Yunxuan were faring.
"Alright then."
"There’s no need to rush anyway."
Chen Chang'an nodded and decided to first visit the Zhou Family to get a sense of the current situation.
After all, the Zhou Family was a clan with a Supreme Immortal expert among its ranks—otherwise, it wouldn’t have qualified to serve as a vassal to the Mu Family.
Since this was the Zhou Family’s territory, finding their whereabouts wouldn’t be difficult with a little inquiry.
"Hmm?"
"Such a familiar aura!"
"Who is this…?"
Zhou Yuanxiong suddenly sensed a presence that felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, but for a moment, he couldn’t quite place who it belonged to.
Though he couldn’t recall the identity of the visitor, the familiarity of the aura compelled Zhou Yuanxiong to personally step out to investigate.
The moment he laid eyes on Chen Chang'an, Zhou Yuanxiong froze in shock.
"Chen… Chen Chang'an?"
"What brings you here?"
"Wait!"
"Your cultivation level?"
The last time he had heard news of Chen Chang'an, it was about him claiming the top spot on the Heavenly Pride Rankings. Yet, how many years had passed since then? His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Immortal King realm?
Chen Chang'an’s sudden appearance was utterly unexpected for Zhou Yuanxiong. Had he come because he’d learned about Chen Yunxuan and the others?
"Patriarch Zhou, it’s been a long time indeed."
"This time, I’m actually on my way to the Mu Family and decided to stop by for a visit."
"By the way, there’s something I’d like to ask—after I left through the teleportation array back then, did the Wang Family really not show up?" Chen Chang'an inquired.
Hearing this, Zhou Yuanxiong was momentarily taken aback. He had come all this way just to ask that?
"They truly didn’t appear. I’m not sure what exactly happened."
"At the time, I thought the Wang Family was about to arrive, which was why I urged you to leave in such a hurry."
"Why do you ask?" Zhou Yuanxiong asked, puzzled.
Chen Chang'an chuckled and shook his head. He simply wanted to verify whether Wang Tiangang’s words back then had been true—and it seemed they were.
"There’s one more thing I came here for."
"How is the Tai Xuan Realm doing these days?"

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."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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 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.