The first thing Chen Chang'an did upon returning to Neverreturn City was to have the lead guard at the city gate deliver something to the Joy Tower.
As a holder of the Platinum Medal, Chen Chang'an had the right, according to the city's rules, to order these guards to assist him with certain tasks.
The moment Chen Chang'an stepped into Neverreturn City, he immediately drew the attention of many.
"Chen Chang'an is back!"
"Holy shit, he actually returned?"
"Damn, I thought he'd run away."
"Good, good. This means today's spectacle won’t end anticlimactically."
"What a fool. If he already left, why come back?"
"Maybe... he wants to die in Neverreturn City. Hahaha!"
Ignoring the idle chatter, Chen Chang'an headed straight for the Medal Arena. Meanwhile, news of his arrival spread rapidly.
"Wasn’t Chen Chang'an supposed to be back? Where is he?"
"Right, he should’ve arrived faster than the news."
"Maybe something else delayed him?"
"Not sure, but since he’s back, he’ll show up eventually. Just wait."
The news reached the Medal Arena, yet Chen Chang'an still hadn’t appeared, leaving many puzzled.
No one expected that instead of rushing to the competition, Chen Chang'an would first visit the betting station at the arena.
"Can I still place a bet?" Chen Chang'an asked the attendant.
Without looking up, the attendant pointed to the side and said indifferently, "The odds are all listed here. Pick one, hand over your spirit stones, and you’re done."
Chen Chang'an scanned the options until he found his target.
"Chen Chang'an advancing to the Amethyst Medal—odds at 10,000 to 1?"
"Not bad odds," Chen Chang'an remarked with a faint smile.
"Indeed. Interested? Then place your bet," the attendant replied flatly.
"Alright. I’ll bet on Chen Chang'an’s success—10,000... top-grade spirit stones."
"10,000?"
"Just fill out the form. Honestly, your 10,000—"
The attendant suddenly froze mid-sentence. 10,000 what?
10,000 top-grade spirit stones?
At first, the attendant assumed Chen Chang'an meant 10,000 mid-grade spirit stones—a sizable but not outrageous sum. But the realization left him stunned.
10,000 top-grade spirit stones—what kind of fortune was this? Who in Neverreturn City possessed such wealth?
Moreover, the 10,000-to-1 odds meant the bet was practically a guaranteed loss. Was this sheer recklessness?
"You... you’re really betting 10,000 top-grade spirit stones on Chen Chang'an advancing?" The attendant finally looked up, his face a picture of shock.
"Exactly. 10,000 top-grade spirit stones."
"Here they are. I hope Neverreturn City has enough to pay out," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
The attendant was utterly dumbfounded as Chen Chang'an produced the spirit stones without hesitation.
Incredible!
Absolutely insane!
This was the first time in his life he’d seen so many top-grade spirit stones, and the excitement made his hands tremble.
"Are you so certain Chen Chang'an will advance?" the attendant asked, still reeling.
"Yes. I believe in him as much as I believe in myself," Chen Chang'an replied calmly.
"Fine. The bet stands."
A guaranteed profit of 10,000 top-grade spirit stones? There was no way he’d refuse.
Only after finalizing the bet did the attendant notice the Platinum Medal gleaming on Chen Chang'an’s chest.
A Platinum Medal holder this young? Then this person was—
"You... you’re Chen Chang'an?"
The attendant finally understood—Chen Chang'an had bet on himself.
No wonder he’d spoken with such conviction.
"Tell your superiors to prepare the payout. I’ll be back to collect."
With a faint smile, Chen Chang'an left the betting station and strode toward the second floor of the Medal Arena.
The moment his figure appeared on the second-floor battlefield, the crowd erupted.
"He’s here! Hahaha! Chen Chang'an has finally arrived!"
"Damn, it took him long enough! How infuriating!"
"So that’s Chen Chang'an? He looks so young. How can someone his age possess such strength?"
"The real show is about to begin. I can’t wait to see if Chen Chang'an can actually advance."
"As much as I find him arrogant, I’d love to witness the birth of an Amethyst Medal holder."
"Same here."
Unlike the spectators, the other Platinum Medal holders regarded Chen Chang'an with far less warmth.
Their gazes bore into him, each filled with distinct emotions—some disdainful, some dismissive, others already treating him like a dead man.
"Yan Xiong, are you really not going to make the first move? If you don’t, you might miss your chance to teach this kid a lesson," Liu Yan asked.
Yan Xiong smirked. "Someone like him isn’t worth my time."
"If you want to fight, go ahead. Just don’t kill him outright. Toying with him would be more entertaining."
"Fine. I’ll have my fun with him."
Liu Yan’s eyes locked onto Chen Chang'an, his battle spirit blazing as he eagerly stepped toward the arena.
Wei Fengtang also rose slowly, casting a calm glance at Chen Chang'an before speaking. "It’s getting late. Let’s begin."
"As you command, Lord Wei."
With a wave of Wei Fengtang’s hand, the arena attendant formed hand seals, dispelling the barrier around the fighting platform.
Seeing the barrier open, Chen Chang'an flashed onto the stage in an instant—just as Liu Yan charged forward with equal fervor.
"Shit! Liu Yan is first? He’s starting right away?"
"Who’s Liu Yan?"
"You don’t know Liu Yan? He’s one of the top Platinum Medal holders, already at the seventh level of the Divine Transformation Realm. His strength is terrifying."
"Damn, starting with a seventh-level Divine Transformation expert? Then Chen Chang'an is doomed!"
"No question. These guys aren’t planning to let Chen Chang'an last long. They want to crush him immediately."
"Then my bet on Chen Chang'an winning ten matches in a row is hopeless?"
"Seriously? You actually bet on him winning ten times? Surviving Liu Yan is a miracle in itself!"
"Oh no... I put all my savings on this!"
Liu Yan’s appearance left many in despair. No one had anticipated such a formidable opponent in the very first match.
No one had high hopes for Chen Chang'an. Although he had defeated a Platinum Badge holder during his own promotion to the Platinum rank, his opponent was merely a first-level Divine Transformation Realm cultivator who had only recently advanced to Platinum.
The gap between the first and seventh levels was vast—could Chen Chang'an really keep laughing his way to victory?
Liu Yan glanced at Chen Chang'an, not sparing him a second thought.
"You’ve come this far and made quite a stir—impressive, I’ll admit."
"But alas, your journey ends here!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
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."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
