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

In a corner of the crowd, Lin Chen slowly got up from the ground, dusted off his knees.

That kneeling just now was an utter disgrace to him.

Kowtowing to one's enemy in front of so many people is worse than being killed.

But then he took a deep breath, and a flush of excitement appeared on his face.

Lin Chen clenched his fist, his inner strength rising again, and said.

"Fortunately, I seized the opportunity."

"Although Gu Changyuan is arrogant and a ruthless killer, he keeps his word."

"I just kowtowed, and sure enough, they didn't make things difficult for me anymore, and they actually let me register."

After saying that, Lin Chen looked excited.

In fact, he didn't know that Gu Changyuan had no intention of stopping him at all; he just wanted to squeeze some money out of him.

Now that they had the goods and even watched a monkey show, they naturally took pity on them and let them pass.

Lin Chen lowered his head and walked out, blending into the crowd.

As he passed the platform, he instinctively shrank back, his eyes darting away, not daring to look at the towering figure above him.

Only after walking quite a distance and being certain that Gu Changyuan wouldn't notice him did Lin Chen dare to turn around.

He glanced at the black-clad figure sitting in the main seat in the distance, his teeth grinding together as he muttered angrily.

"Gu Changyuan, you just wait."

"I will repay this humiliation a hundredfold in the future!"

"If I win the championship of this sect competition, I can get the Five Elements Spirit Fruit."

"With that thing, I can rebuild my foundation, and my cultivation will definitely advance by leaps and bounds."

"With my talent and the great fortune I possess."

"I'm sure I'll make a name for myself in this competition and shut up all those who looked down on me!"

After saying that, Lin Chen ran off to the other side on his own.

That's just how he is; he's the type who forgets everything he's been wronged.

Just a moment ago, he was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy like a dog, but now he turns around and thinks he's the chosen one.

On the main seat in the main hall.

Gu Changyuan leaned back in the large chair that symbolized the power of the sect leader, toying with the jade thumb ring he had just taken from the corpse of the Grand Elder.

His divine sense was incredibly powerful.

He heard everything Lin Chen muttered down below.

Gu Changyuan's lips curled into a mocking smile as he spoke.

"This kid really doesn't know the meaning of death. He's fallen to this state, and he's still dreaming of making a name for himself?"

"A piece of trash with only Qi Refining stage cultivation, who doesn't even have a decent weapon, still wants to turn the tables?"

Do you really think this is a novel?

"Alright, since you want to play, then this Holy Son will play along with you."

After speaking, Gu Changyuan stopped smiling and turned his gaze to the disciple next to him who was in charge of registration.

The disciple was nervously organizing the roster when he felt the Holy Son's gaze sweep over him. He was so frightened that his hand trembled, and he almost dropped the pen. He quickly said...

"Holy...Holy Son, what are your orders?"

After he finished speaking, Gu Changyuan didn't make things difficult for him and pointed to the roster.

"Who was Lin Chen's opponent in the first round?"

Upon hearing this, the disciple dared not delay. He quickly opened the roster, his fingers scribbling rapidly across it as he spoke.

"Found it. In response to the Holy Son, Lin Chen's opponent in the first round is an outer disciple, Wang Meng."

After speaking, the disciple respectfully handed over the roster.

Gu Changyuan took it and glanced at it, muttering to himself.

"Wang Meng?"

"That name sounds like it belongs to a cannon fodder character."

"But it doesn't matter. Who it is doesn't matter. What matters is whether this person can at least disgust Lin Chen a little."

Thinking of this, a mocking look flashed across Gu Changyuan's face. He casually tossed the roster back onto the table and said.

"Go and bring this Wang Meng here. Tell him that I, the Holy Son, have taken a liking to him and have something good to reward him with."

Upon hearing this, the disciple paused for a moment, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"A reward?"

"When did the Holy Son become so generous?"

Thinking of this, the disciple quickly replied "Yes," and then turned and ran off the stage.

......

The edge of the training ground.

At this time, the participating disciples were all warming up.

A burly, dark-skinned young man was gesturing wildly with an ordinary iron sword.

Just then, the disciple in charge of registration came running over, panting, and said to him.

"Wang Meng, Wang Meng!"

Wang Meng stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked bewildered.

"What's wrong, senior brother? Why the rush?"

The disciple took a breath and pointed in the direction of the main hall.

"Quickly, stop practicing! The Holy Son wants to see you!"

Upon hearing this, the iron sword in Wang Meng's hand clattered to the ground.

His face turned deathly pale, even paler than when he saw the Supreme Elder being killed.

"The Holy...the Holy Son called me?"

Wang Meng's voice was trembling, and his calves were cramping.

"Senior brother, don't scare me! I'm usually honest and law-abiding; I've never offended the Holy Son!"

He saw that scene very clearly just now.

The Supreme Elder was such a powerful figure, yet he was killed without hesitation.

The old sect leader, with such a high seniority, was scolded without hesitation.

This guy is a living devil!

Now that the King of Hell is specifically looking for me, how can anything good possibly happen?

Wang Meng was on the verge of tears when he grabbed the disciple's sleeve.

"Senior, can I not go? I can just say I have a stomachache, or that I broke my leg, okay?"

The disciple glared at him and flung his hand away.

"Do you want to die? The Holy Son summoned you, and you dare not go?"

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing. The Holy Son said he likes you and wants to reward you."

"real?"

Wang Meng looked incredulous.

"Would I lie to you? Hurry up, don't keep the Holy Son waiting, or we'll both be finished!"

Left with no other choice, Wang Meng gritted his teeth and slowly made his way towards the main seat in the main hall.

Along the way, the disciples around him cast sympathetic glances at him.

In front of the main seat in the main hall.

Wang Meng walked up shakily, and when he was still five or six meters away from Gu Changyuan, he knelt down with a thud.

"Holy...Holy Son, spare my life!"

"Disciple Wang Meng is utterly loyal to the Holy Son, with absolutely no disloyalty!"

His kneeling made Gu Changyuan laugh.

Why are all the disciples of this sect so timid?

Am I really that scary?

Gu Changyuan sat in his chair, looking down at the figure trembling on the ground.

"Alright, stop howling."

Gu Changyuan's voice was languid.

"Lift your head up."

Wang Meng dared not disobey, and shakily raised his head, but his eyes remained closed, and he did not dare to look directly at Gu Changyuan.

Gu Changyuan didn't waste any words. He reached out and wiped his hand on the Qiankun bag in his arms.

I just got this Qiankun bag from the Supreme Elder; it contains quite a few good things.

Gu Changyuan casually picked one out and threw it on the ground.

A long sword gleaming with a cold light was thrown onto the floor in front of Wang Meng.

The sword blade shimmered with a faint blue light, and a fiery red gemstone was inlaid on the hilt; it was clearly no ordinary weapon.

Wang Meng shuddered in fright and opened one eye.

Upon seeing this, his eyes widened instantly.

Although his cultivation level is not high, he has a good eye for quality.

The spiritual energy fluctuations on this sword were many times stronger than his broken iron sword!

He couldn't help but say excitedly.

"This...this is..."

After saying that, Gu Changyuan looked at his unworldly appearance and said with disdain.

"Stop giving me that 'I'm going to kill you' look. I said it was a reward, and it is. Why all the inner monologue?"

"This third-tier magic sword is a gift to you."