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!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
