You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

Inside the sect's main hall, Gu Changyuan was sitting on a grand master's chair.

He was just watching the show, a playful smile on his lips.

Suddenly, the crowd below erupted into chaos.

Gu Changyuan turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the area casually.

Lin Chen was standing there, baring his teeth at the people around him, confronting them.

He looked incredibly disheveled.

Gu Changyuan smiled.

He saw the disciple sitting behind the registration table, his face arrogant, relentlessly mocking Lin Chen.

That disciple's name is Zhao Si.

He's usually a clever guy, and he's very good at reading people.

Gu Changyuan specifically arranged for this person to be there, with a simple purpose: to annoy Lin Chen and make him mentally collapse before he even stepped onto the stage.

Everything that is happening now is within his expectations.

Only if Lin Chen causes trouble and it escalates will he, as the Holy Son, have a reason to step in and maintain order.

"That's about it."

Gu Changyuan muttered something to himself, then slowly stood up. A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Gu Changyuan's body without warning.

The thousands of disciples who had been making a lot of noise fell silent instantly.

Silence reigned.

Everyone looked up in horror at the figure on the platform.

However, Gu Changyuan did not intend to take action against everyone.

Although he is arrogant, he is not stupid and has no need to incur public wrath.

His control over power has reached a level of consummate skill.

The overwhelming pressure turned in the air and instantly condensed into a single pressure.

It crashed down.

There is only one goal.

That was Lin Chen, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, baring his teeth and claws, ready to make a move.

next second.

Lin Chen was about to start cursing Zhao Si again, letting out all the grievances and resentment in his heart.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying pressure came from above his head and slammed directly onto the top of his head.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Crisp and melodious.

That was the sound of a kneecap slamming heavily onto the hard floor tiles.

Lin Chen had no chance to resist.

Even if he was unwilling a thousand times, even if his willpower was strong.

But in the face of absolute power, the body is very honest.

He knelt down there, completely still.

He almost fainted on the spot because he knelt too hard and too fast, and the pain from his knees was so intense.

The stone bricks on the ground had several fine cracks centered on his knees.

"ah--!"

Lin Chen let out a low growl.

He didn't want to kneel!

He is the chosen one, he has pride, how could he kneel down in front of so many people, in front of those who mocked him?

This is worse than killing him!

"Get up!"

Lin Chen gritted his teeth.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

He used all his strength, mobilizing the meager spiritual energy within him, trying to straighten his bent spine and lift his knees off the ground.

but.

Useless.

They simply don't have that ability.

That oppressive force was too strong, too heavy.

Lin Chen's face turned purplish-red.

Under that pressure, his face trembled uncontrollably, and his features were distorted and displaced.

Sweat instantly soaked his back, dripping down his forehead onto the floor.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat."

He couldn't even lift his head.

He could only stare intently at the floor in front of him, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, bloodshot and filled with humiliation and despair.

The surrounding disciples were stunned by what they saw.

They felt the oppressive force was directed at Lin Chen. Although the aftershocks made them feel uncomfortable, they were still able to stand.

People aren't stupid.

Such a terrifying aura, such precise strikes.

Who else could it be but the holy son on the high platform?

"It's the Holy Son! The Holy Son has made his move!"

"Get out of the way!"

The crowd scattered to both sides in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, a wide passage was cleared.

At the end of the passage is a high platform.

In the middle of the passageway, Lin Chen was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.

Gu Changyuan stepped off the high platform and slowly descended.

He walked slowly down the passage to Lin Chen.

He stood in front of Lin Chen, looking down at this so-called protagonist who had once swaggered in front of him but now could only kneel at his feet.

Gu Changyuan spoke.

"Lin Chen, you piece of trash, I didn't expect you to dare to come and cause trouble."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen trembled, struggling to lift his head, wanting to glance at Gu Changyuan, and then retort.

But the oppressive aura pressed firmly against the back of his head, forcing him to only look at Gu Changyuan's spotless black boots.

That feeling of helplessness made him so desperate he wanted to cry.

Gu Changyuan shook his head, seemingly somewhat disappointed.

"This is the registration area for the sect competition, a sacred place. Everyone is following the rules and queuing up. Why are you the only one being treated differently?"

"Why are you the only one yelling and screaming like a shrew?"

Gu Changyuan's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an air of authority, and the surrounding disciples didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

Those who were just mocking Lin Chen now looked at him with not only disdain but also a hint of schadenfreude.

Of all people to mess with, why did they have to provoke the Holy Son? Isn't that just courting death?

Gu Changyuan looked at Lin Chen, who was still struggling on the ground and trying to get up, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"It seems the lesson I taught you at the cave entrance last time wasn't enough."

"Kneeling for three days and three nights hasn't taught you a lesson, has it?"

"Have you forgotten the pain once the wound has healed?"

"Or do you think this Holy Son has a good temper and will allow you to provoke him again and again?"

Hearing this, Lin Chen was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He was screaming wildly in his mind.

"It was you! It was definitely you! You arranged for someone to prevent me from registering! You were the one who had me humiliated!"

"Can't I even put up a fight now? Gu Changyuan! You hypocrite! You'll die a horrible death!"

He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, wanting to shout it out.

"no……"

However, he was abruptly interrupted after uttering only two words.

Gu Changyuan didn't give him a chance to explain at all.

Explanation?

Do the strong need to listen to the explanations of the weak?

Obviously not.

Gu Changyuan didn't want to listen to his nonsense, nor did he want to hear him spout some fallacious logic in public.

He simply raised his right hand slowly.

The movements were slow and elegant.

"Buzz—"

As he raised his hand, the surrounding spiritual energy instantly became restless.

Visible to the naked eye, countless streams of azure spiritual energy were frantically converging towards Gu Changyuan's palm.

A chilling wave emanated from his palm.

Lin Chen's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Instinctive fear made the hairs on his body stand on end.

He sensed it.

If he hadn't dodged, he really would have died from that slap!

Or it can be scrapped!

"No...don't..."

He cried out in his heart.

But his body was locked in place by the oppressive force, unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly as that hand, the hand that held his fate in its hands, rose higher and higher.

We reached the highest point.

There was a one-second pause.

then.

Gu Changyuan remained expressionless, his eyes cold.

The hand, brimming with terrifying spiritual energy, slowly, bit by bit, pressed down on Lin Chen, who was kneeling on the ground.