Su Qingge had to admit: her heart was in disarray.
For a moment, she had actually felt a flutter of genuine emotion.
Hearing Gu Changge—a man so terrifying and distant—speak such tender words made her feel overwhelmed, flattered, and touched.
But she wasn’t naive. She knew that hearing a single word of truth from Gu Changge’s mouth was harder than finding a needle in the ocean.
Accompanying a monarch is like accompanying a tiger.
The path to truly winning his favor was still very, very long.
“If the Young Lord can trust Qingge so completely… Qingge is very moved,” she whispered, leaning her head gently against his chest. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing a face that was flawless and radiant.
“Moved?” Gu Changge chuckled, his tone casual. “Or perhaps… you simply dare not move?”
He knew better than to believe a woman as intelligent as Su Qingge would sincerely submit after just a few sweet words.
But it didn’t matter. As the saying goes: Affection grows over time.
[Ding! Triggered Providence Event. Luck Points +60. Destiny Points +300.]
The System notification chimed suddenly, surprising him.
For no apparent reason, his Luck Points had jumped to 100.
Although the color remained Black, compared to the abysmal 30 points he started with, this was a massive improvement.
This discovery made things interesting.
If his Luck Points could increase this quickly, dealing with future “Sons of Providence” might not require such elaborate schemes. Without the threat of “Providence Backlash,” Gu Changge could simply slap them to death and be done with it.
Subduing people with Great Providence also works.
Because of my words just now, Su Qingge’s heart has wavered. She is on the verge of true submission.
Without asking the system, Gu Changge quickly formed his own explanation for what had happened.
He had unlocked a new path to power: Conquest.
…
The news of Ye Chen’s escape was quickly discovered.
The Taixuan Holy Land was thrown into chaos. Elders roared in fury, which quickly turned into panic and terror.
Ye Chen had offended Young Lord Gu. And now, due to their incompetence, the prisoner had escaped.
If the Young Lord decided to blame them, even ten thousand heads wouldn’t be enough to appease his anger.
The Taixuan Holy Lord, who had been strutting around like a conqueror just moments ago, was now sweating bullets.
“Father, there’s no need to worry. Young Lord Gu won’t blame you for this,” Su Qingge calmly said.
Seeing his daughter’s composure—and knowing how favored she was—the Holy Lord gradually relaxed.
“Qingge… if the Young Lord does get angry, you must speak some good words for your father,” he pleaded.
Su Qingge looked calm, but inwardly felt helpless and wanted to roll her eyes.
If Gu Changge really decided to do something, how could she possibly dissuade him?
“Rest assured, Father,” she replied dutifully.
She could tell that Gu Changge had deliberately let Ye Chen escape, though she could not guess why.
…
The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating, and deathly silent.
Rows of powerful figures stood nervously, heads bowed.
Zhao Tian, Supreme Elder of the Yangxu Holy Land. Chu Wuji, Old Emperor of the Great Sun Dynasty. Xiao Huo, Patriarch of the Ancient Xiao Family.
Today, nearly every major power in the Eastern Wilderness was represented here. Men and women, young and old—all of them stood obediently, afraid to even breathe too loudly.
Combined, these forces represented the absolute pinnacle of power in this region.
Yet, upon learning the truth from the Taixuan Holy Lord, their arrogance had evaporated instantly.
The Upper Realm.
For the cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness, that place was a myth. It was mysterious, distant, and synonymous with ultimate terror.
For over fifty thousand years, no one had heard of anyone breaking through the realm barrier and ascending. The Upper Realm itself had become a distant legend.
But now, they were told that a Young Lord from that very legend had descended to walk among them.
It was like witnessing a god stepping out of a myth.
The shock was cataclysmic. It hit them like a meteor striking the deep ocean, creating waves that refused to settle.
“No wonder the Taixuan Holy Land was so arrogant,” Zhao Tian thought, trembling slightly. “If my sect had hugged such a golden thigh… I would probably be even more insufferable than Su Taixuan.”
Envy, jealousy, and relief warred in their hearts.
They were envious of Taixuan’s luck. But they were also profoundly grateful they hadn’t attacked.
Ascending was easy compared with descending to the Lower Realm.
Everyone understood one thing: The background of this Young Lord was terrifying beyond measure. He was an existence they absolutely could not provoke.
Now, they waited in hushed reverence, desperate for a single glimpse of his heavenly countenance.