Gu Changge’s gaze was distant. He lowered his eyelids, gently blowing away the steam rising from the teacup in his hand.
His white robes were purer than driven snow, untainted by even a speck of dust. His features were peerless, handsome beyond measure, yet seemed veiled in a layer of mist that obscured his true emotions. On the surface, he appeared calm. But if one looked deeper, they would find a profound indifference—a sense that nothing in this world was worthy of his concern.
High above, overlooking all creation. Unfathomable.
He seemed to have completely detached himself from the chaos erupting within the great hall, as if he existed outside the mortal coil.
Or at least, that was the impression he gave the crowd.
Regardless of their status, everyone present could sense that this man in white was no ordinary existence. His temperament and bearing exuded a transcendence that did not belong to the mundane world. He was not a mortal.
Of course, the crowd had no idea that Gu Changge’s so-called indifference was simply… bewilderment. He had no idea what to do.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care about the events in the hall. It was that he was currently zoning out, stunned by the flood of memories merging into his mind.
He was a transmigrator.
One moment he was asleep; the next, he opened his eyes in this dangerous fantasy world.
This was a world where the strong plucked stars and seized moons, moved mountains and filled seas, and soared through the heavens and earth. It was also a world where the weak were trampled upon, their lives worth no more than grass, devoid of dignity.
His new identity? A True Disciple of an Immortal Great Sect from the Upper Realm, descended to the lower realm for training. His talent was transcendent, his background terrifying.
However, based on Gu Changge’s extensive experience reading thousands of web novels in his past life, his current setup screamed “Villainous Cannon Fodder.” He was the type of character destined to act as a stepping stone, likely not surviving past the first few chapters.
The realization was a real pain in the balls.
Looking at the scene unfolding before him—tsk, tsk, tsk—he had barely transmigrated and already he was encountering a “Child of Providence” preparing to slap him in the face.
A name like Ye Chen? You could tell at once that he was the protagonist.
And a name like “Gu Changge”? One look and you knew it was a villainous throwaway name, crafted by some hack author to sound pretentious before being discarded.
With a persona this impressive, wouldn’t he make the perfect target for the protagonist to humiliate?
“Gu Changge…”
“Gu Changge!”
By now, Ye Chen had called out Gu Changge’s name several times in succession, yet received no response. Gu Changge didn’t even bother to shift his gaze.
This attitude of complete disregard—of treating him as less than air—ignited a wildfire of rage in Ye Chen’s heart. He was furious, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.
“Insolence! How dare you address the Young Lord by his name?”
A thunderous shout erupted from the side, filled with ice, fury, and a majestic, crushing Pressure.
The speaker was the newly appointed Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land, Chu Xuan.
His expression was frigid as he strode forward, runes flickering in his palms and divine radiance surging around his body. He was preparing to teach Ye Chen a brutal lesson.
This was the perfect opportunity to perform.
If Gu Changge hadn’t casually remarked “Not bad” earlier, Chu Xuan would never have suppressed the other True Disciples so easily to claim the title of Holy Son.
Thus, Chu Xuan was immensely grateful to Gu Changge. He was not like Su Qingge: with the Holy Master for her father, she had been named Holy Maiden the moment she was born.
“Audacious! Ye Chen, today, before these distinguished guests, you have repeatedly provoked the Sect. Your intentions are clearly sinister…”
“Guards! Drag him to the dungeon and await punishment!”
At this moment, an Elder stepped forward, his voice booming with righteous condemnation. He wasn’t about to let such a prime opportunity to curry favor with Gu Changge slip through his fingers.
“Indeed! Holy Master, why not take this opportunity to abolish Ye Chen’s cultivation and expel him from the sect?”
“That would also serve as an apology to Young Lord Gu.”
Seeing the opening, the other Elders scrambled to stand up, competing to see who could denounce Ye Chen’s disrespect with the most righteous fervor.
The guests from the major powers were somewhat shocked. Just who was this mysterious man in white?
Ye Chen’s face drained of color.
He realized the situation had spiraled out of his control. Everyone was trying to ingratiate themselves with Gu Changge. Even Su Qingge remained silent.
Why?
This was completely different from what he had anticipated.
Just as panic began to set in, a cooling sensation flowed from the ring on his finger. Ye Chen’s agitated mind instantly calmed.
On the dais, Gu Changge sat upright, took a slow sip of his tea, and finally turned his gaze toward Ye Chen. His look was one of mild amusement.
Oh? I didn’t even have to speak, and this Child of Providence has already been backed into a corner?
That’s a bit pathetic for a Chosen One, isn’t it?
Then, Gu Changge’s eyes drifted slightly, landing on the ring adorning Ye Chen’s hand.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
An old master in a ring? That was the standard cheat from a few years back. This fellow was definitely a Child of Providence. There was no mistaking it.
“Gu Changge! Aside from relying on your background to bully others, what are you actually capable of?”
Ye Chen spoke again, staring at Gu Changge with venomous hatred.
In his mind, everything was Gu Changge’s fault. If not for this man, why would the Taixuan Holy Master have personally offered him his own daughter?
The thought created a stifling depression in Ye Chen’s chest. He wished he could flay Gu Changge alive.
Who knew what would happen tonight?
Although he and Su Qingge had once endured hardship together, he had always admired her from a distance without daring to touch her.
He had not even touched her robes!
Gu Changge continued to sip his tea, his eyelids lowered, his expression unreadable.
Internally, however, he found the whole thing laughable.
What the hell does this have to do with me?
According to the original host’s memories, he had not even known a minor character like Ye Chen existed before this. As for the Taixuan Holy Master personally sending his daughter to him… Gu Changge had never asked him to.
Fawning over the powerful and currying favor—wasn’t that perfectly normal in any world?
Let alone in a fantasy world where the weak were prey to the strong.
Is it my fault my background is terrifying?
This Ye Chen has no real ability, but he’s certainly an expert at shifting blame.